Title: Stupid Bets
Author: SimpleObsession-1
Chapters: 3 out of ?
Characters/Pairings: Robbie/Stuart, Burke, Jackie and OC
Word Count: 1003
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexual moment and a little violence.
Spoilers: Still none that I know of
Summary: Robbie challenges Stuart to a drinking game but neither expected the consequences...
Authors Note: Thank you Freekydisaster18 for helping me on the previous chapter because I made Stuart too 'flamboyant' and to AlternativeRocker and Chin00k for making me feel as if I can write!! Love you all :)
Authors Note 2: This chapter is incredibly lame but I'm sure you can work out where it's going :)
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own any of these wonderful characters ONLY the OCs
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He didn't know what he was doing when he opened his front door, a smile on his face as he felt the warm tickle of Stevie's breath. After Robbie had left, the two men left behind had really hit it off. Stevie had told Stuart that he was new to the area and he didn't know what he was going to do next because he'd been struggling to find work. Stuart had envied the guy for just upping and changing his lifestyle because Stuart knew he'd never have the guts to take such a big step.
The door closed and Stuart turned to look at him. "Would you like some coffee?" Stuart hadn't asked Stevie back here for sex or anything. He'd just brought him back for coffee and something to eat because he'd listened to Stevie talk about how he'd been living on park benches since he'd arrived in the city.
"Oh that would be great thanks." He commented moving into the kitchen and Stuart could feel him watching his every move. Back in the club, he'd felt safe as the guy stared at him but now there was an uncomfortable feeling. It was almost as if Stuart had come to his senses and realised that bringing a stranger back to his apartment had been a big mistake. "Is everything alright?" Stevie asked as if also sensing that something had happened.
"I don't normally bring strangers back to my apartment." Stuart finally voiced after a few moments of silence as he looked over at his companion. "I'm usually quite quiet and reserved." He explained himself and couldn't help but start shrinking away as Stevie moved over to him.
"That's such a compliment that I make you change your ways..." His voice was a low whisper as he leant down and took hold of Stuart's lips with his own. Stuart couldn't help but surrender to the kiss as the other guys hands ran through his short blonde hair. The man's hand slid down his chest, fumbling with the belt buckle before pulling out the belt and allowing the trousers to fall down to his ankles. The hand touched Stuart and he couldn't help but take hold of the man's wrist and pull it away.
He couldn't do this. He wasn't this kind of guy and he didn't even like this guy. He wasn't like Robbie. There was nothing special about him at all. He was some bum who lived on a park bench and picked up guys in bars before going back to their house. "I can't do this." He whispered out loud eventually before pushing Stevie away from him and pulling up his trousers.
"You weren't complaining back in the bar." The guy snidely commented and Stuart couldn't help but look at him.
"I was using you to make the other guy jealous. I should have..." That's when Stuart's head crashed back into the wall after a fist had made contact with his face.
"This is meant to happen afterwards..." He commented before watching as Stuart slumped to the floor, his foot digging into his side before he continued to beat him in. "You dirty gays need cleaning off the face of the earth..."
Stuart wanted to point out that the guy obviously had homosexual tendencies from the way that he'd attacked Stuart back in the bar but then realised that this was what probably made him hate them even more. Someone must have said something in his past that made him believe homosexuality was wrong and he now took it out by attacking any guy that responded to his come on.
Several moments passed before the guy eventually left the apartment. Stuart took hold of his mobile and tried to ring Robbie for help but stopped any attempts as he noticed that his phone had been destroyed due to the attack and instead of attempting to reach for the phone, he blacked out.
***
Robbie walked into work that next morning, his phone next to his ear as he'd been trying to ring Stuart to make sure he was okay but couldn't get through. He spied Jackie and waved, "Has Stuart been in this morning?"
"No." She simply responded before looking at him. "I hope he didn't get as wrecked as you look because that'll be a notch on his beautiful record."
"You're not funny, Jackie." Robbie commented before sitting down on his desk and pulling something out of his tray. He stared at the e-fit for a while before holding it up for Jackie to look at. "What's this?"
"He has been dubbed 'the gay basher' by the tabloids because he goes around picking up guys and taking them back to their house before beating them to death." Robbie looked at the piece of paper before biting his lip.
"If he beats them to death, how did we get the e-fit?"
"One survived."
"Out of?"
"Seventeen at last count." Robbie swore before standing up. "Tell the boss I had to nip out."
"Robbie, you're not telling me something and I'm not sure I like whatever it is you're not telling me." Robbie stopped walking and turned back to her.
"That wasn't even English, Jacks." He threw over before starting off again. He recognised the guy from the e-fit. It was the guy giving Stuart the eye in the bar.
***
Still receiving no phone call back, made Robbie speed towards his partner's house before pulling to a screeching halt, running up the stairs of the flat without even thinking about locking his car. He banged on the door while fumbling with the spare keys that he'd stolen off Jackie to get cut a while ago. Eventually getting the door open, he cursed as he saw Stuart lying in a pool of his own blood just a few yards from the door.
Getting down his knees, he felt for a pulse. There was a faint one. "Stuart, don't you bloody dare leave me." He cursed as he phoned for an ambulance.