JB "Defalt" Markowicz was sitting cross legged on the chair at his desk. His chin was cradled by his hand and his knuckles were digging into his cheek. Neon blue eyes were trained on the computer screen that had a music program pulled up. They were filled with frustration and boredom. He had been trying to make a new song to play at his next show at the theater but so far nothing had popped in his mind.
"This sucks," He mumbled angrily. The black hat hacker finally had enough of being idle. He pushed away from the desk and the chair rolled across the floor, his feet dragged across the floor. "I fucking need some inspiration or something!"
Defalt rose from his seat and moved to the bed, collapsing onto the plush surface. He reached out and grabbed one of the pillows and buried his face into it, inhaling the scent that was clinging to the pillowcase. It was purely masculine and just so Aiden. He would admit that he never expected that he would be in any sort of relationship with the vigilante of Chicago, a man that he was supposed to torment and, if it ever came down to it, kill. He could have easily ended Aiden and Aiden could have easily killed him but neither of them did that. There was a heated exchange and a lot of cussing which led to an angry kiss and then some. The hacker's cheeks turned pink as he thought about his new partner.
I wonder how he's doing. JB rolled onto his side and grabbed the remote to the T.V. that was sitting on the end table. He turned the television on. It was already on the news channel and wouldn't you know it there was something about 'The Fox'. He sat up immediately when they started talking about a bad car crash and how two vehicles were dug up out of the water but only one body was recovered. It wasn't Aiden's. Blue eyes went wide with concern and fear. Without a second thought he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. The next half hour found him sending text messages and dialing the same number over and over again. He whined when he got no response. His hands were now shaking uncontrollably and there was a stinging sensation burning at the corners of his eyes.
Aiden... answer your phone, please! Answer me! Send me a damn text message or something! I don't care what! The hacker was in a state of panic. His mind was filled with all the possible situations and none of them had good endings. Finally he got sick of staring at his phone and tossed it into a wall, watching it shatter before falling back onto his bed. He gripped the pillow that smelled like his partner and whimpered as he fought back the tears.
I'm not going to cry over that... that asshole! I was fine without him before! I don't need him now! I'm not- I'm not- ...Fuck. The tears started to fall. He buried his face into the soft fabric of the pillowcase. The hacker was so wrapped up in his emotional break down that he didn't hear the front door open and close. He didn't hear the footsteps coming into the bedroom. But what he did hear was heavy breathing. JB looked up and his eyes went wide.
"A-Aiden?" He stuttered out. The older just stood there and stared at him. His whole being was soaked, not an inch of him was dry. The young hacker was torn between crying from joy and yelling from all the worry. He went with the latter as his eyes narrowed and angry tears fell.
"Why the fuck didn't you answer your phone or send me a text message?" Aiden was well beyond the realm of confused but he didn't dare speak. Not until his partner got all of his rage out. "I've been sitting here watching the news and hearing about how you got into an accident and they pulled two cars from the water! The other fucker is dead but there was no word on you! What if you were dead? I'd have no way of knowing until your death certificate was made or something! Did you even think about that? Did you even think about how I felt?" There was silence after that but only for a moment.
"Are you done?" Aiden asked. Defalt didn't speak. He just stared at his lover with angry, tear filled eyes. "I couldn't call you because my phone is soaked and is in need of some repair, alright? I'm sorry, JB. And for the record, yes. I did think about how worried you could have been. All I could do was hope that I'd be here before you saw the news but I was too late in doing that. Can you please forgive me?"
"Of course I can, you idiot." JB's voice was just a whisper as he moved off the bed and walked right into his lover's arms, inhaling the scent of the water from the river and sweat. It wasn't pleasant but somehow it made him feel a little better. He didn't even care if his own clothes got wet. All he could think about was how close he had come to losing the one person in this world that understood him. The feeling sparked a certain something in the back of his mind.
The new song he played at the Ambrose Theater had been a hit with the crowd. It was slow and very bass-y in the beginning, very sad. Like the beat, people moved like water. It just flowed together. But near the end it picked up and became a bit faster, less bass and more keyboard. It was happier. It matched his mood right now as he leaned back against the figure standing behind him. He tilted his head back and grinned up at the older hacker, though it went unseen due to his mask.