A/N: I own the idea and the mental images, other than that I own nada, zilch, zero, goose egg. Got it? Good...lol Alright now on with the fic. As always reviews are welcomed along with constructive criticism but flames will be ignored.
And Souless enjoy hun and I hope you're feeling better soon. It seems like arm/wrist injuries are running rampant among us writers now. I did something to my wrist at work, so now I'm in a wrist brace for the next few weeks. face palm I HATE the holiday season in retail...stupid frozen turkeys...lol
But don't worry everyone I have plenty of ideas to get down on paper, Helos with XinnLajgin is taking up most of my time, followed by Mirror and Revenge with Sinfully Sined, and finally Sailaway all our lovely group of writers. Now if I can just get the musi to quit cavorting with each other and in the correct places for each story I'd be good to go. Loves to all my readers and Cookies and Cakes in the shape of y'alls favorite guys!
Mark was sitting in the hotel bar staring into a glass of whiskey, and contemplating the new twist in Glen's attitude. Over the past couple of weeks he had grown used to Glen's sudden switch from laid back to aggressive. But since the whole incarceration deal over the fight that he and Kevin had had, Glen seemed to be nervous around him. It was if Glen was hiding something from him. He picked the glass up and twirled it around, watching the light play through the amber liquid. Something was off about the whole deal, when they had went into catering Glen barely ate anything even though his stomach proclaimed loudly that he was hungry.
He had avoided eye contact and when their eyes occasionally met, Glen would blush and look away with a cough. He took a healthy swallow and placed the glass back down, running his finger around the rim; caressing the cool glass as his mind wandered.
FlashBack
That night had been the epitome of awkwardness. Glen had undressed in the bathroom and walked over to the bed with a robe pulled tightly around him. He then climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to his neck before removing the robe and dropping it on the floor. Mark; as normal, had taken a shower and walked out into the room in his boxers and sprawled out on top of his bed. A strangled moan/cry from Glen's bed made him turn his head and he watched as Glen tossed the covers over his head.
"You alright over there?" He asked as he rolled over onto his side and propped his head on his hand.
"Y-yep." Was the squeaked response.
"You sure?"
"Uh-huh." Glen's voice had become more strained, and worry started to churn in the pit of Mark's stomach.
Silence stretched out between them and after a couple minutes Mark rolled back over onto his back and turned the t.v. on. He flipped channels for a little bit before a rustling sound from Glen's bed had him looking over again. He watched as his friend tossed and turned under the blankets, raising an eyebrow when he heard muffled cursing. He got up out of bed and walked over, his hand was mere inches from the edge of the blanket when it was suddenly tossed back and Glen's head popped out. Both men let out a yelp and Mark stumbled backwards, hitting his head on the table on his way to the ground.
He groaned as he reached around and gingerly felt the lump that was quickly forming. Glen had lept out of bed and was kneeling besides him, looking at him with worried eyes. He held Mark in a sitting position and ran his hand faintly over the raised area, parting the hair to see if the skin had split. When he pulled his hand away Mark seen blood on his fingertips.
"Sit still." Glen said as he got back to his feet.
He hurried into the bathroom and returned a couple minutes later with a shallow bowl of water and one of his dark washcloths. He carefully went back down to his knees and soaked the cloth in the water, ringing it out before he tilted Mark forwards. Mark winced as the warm cloth ghosted over the broken flesh and he felt Glen pull away.
"This is going to hurt a little bit. But I have to see the damage." His voice was firm but gentle as he pressed the cloth back to the wound.
The next few minutes were agonizing for Mark. Not because of the stinging pain from the cut, but from Glen's close proxciminty. His natural musk mingled with the soft scent of his soap was clouding Mark's thoughts. And the sight of his smooth chest as he pressed close to get at the wound had Mark licking his lips. His mind hazily looped Kevin's words as he raised his head and stared at Glen.
"Come on man it's almost clean. Let me finish and then I'll leave you alone." He grouched, his nervousness or whatever it was from earlier completely forgotten.
Instead of complying Mark pressed his lips to Glens and ran his tongue over Glen's full bottom lip, nipping until they parted. He slid his tongue in Glen's mouth and caressed Glen's tongue as his hands wound themselves in Glen's hair. Glen put his hands on Mark's shoulders, whether to push him away or not was never ascertained. As the kiss grew more heated his fingers dug into the sensitive flesh, making Mark gasp. The small sound was enough to break the haze and Glen pulled away, ducking his head as he put the rag back in the bowl and stood up.
"Look Mark...I can't do this now. It's not fair."
He then walked back into the bathroom, leaving Mark shivering on the floor as his emotions tumbled out of control. He felt tears sting his eyes but refused to let them fall. Quickly he got to his feet and slid between the cool sheets, wishing that they would swallow him so that he wouldn't have to face the stupidity of what he had done in the morning.
"Guess Kevin was right." He thought miserably as he heard Glen walk back through the room. His tears choking him as he dropped off into a dreamless sleep.
End FlashBack
With a sigh he picked the glass back up again and slammed the rest of the whiskey back, relishing the feel of the burn as it slid down his throat. He motioned for the bartender to bring him another one and barely paid attention to the person that had just dropped down besides him at the bar. He had started to book his own room so that he wouldn't have to see Glen on an everyday basis and he frequented bars after shows and on days off so that he wouldn't have to think about anything.
"Figured I would find you here." Glen said quietly.
Mark grunted and tossed back his other whiskey, wiping his mouth on his sleeve before setting the glass back down. He heard Glen sigh and hated that he was acting this way. So Glen didn't return his feelings, it didn't mean that he had to act like a bastard towards him. The bartender wandered back over and placed an empty glass in front of Glen along with a bottle. Mark looked over surprised as Glen took the bottle and took a healthy pull from it, he wasn't one to drink like that in public. That he was doing it now was proof that something was bothering him big time. He took a couple more big belts from the bottle before he turned and faced Mark.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that the alcohol was already affecting him. Glen's face had a slight blush to it, and his eyes were already starting to droop. Mark took the bottle and placed on the other side of him, not caring that Glen was growling at him.
"You've had enough man." Mark said, slapping Glen's hands as he tried to reach past him for the bottle.
"Ah'll decide when ah've had enough." Glen's Tennessean accent became more pronounced as the alcohol really started to set in.
"Come on Glen." Mark got to his feet and tried to pull the slightly taller man to his feet.
"Nuh-uh. Imma gonna stay here and drink until ah pass out." He said, pulling his arm away from Mark.
"How about I get a bottle to go so you can pass out in your room?" Mark asked, even though he didn't intend on doing that.
"Now that's thinking ah can get behind. Barkeep, bottle of whiskey to go for me and my buddy." He called.
"I'll get it Glen, head back to the elevator, I'll catch up with you in a minute."
Glen nodded his head and started towards the door of the bar, weaving unsteadily through the crowd. Mark dug in his pocket and paid for his and Glen's drinks, but waved the bottle away. He seen an empty bottle on the shelf and asked if the bartender would fill it with water. Thankfully the bottle was labeled as vodka, so it wouldn't seem out of place that the liquid was clear. He thanked the bartender and left, catching up quickly with Glen as the doors to elevator slid open. As the doors glided closed Glen leaned against the wall and stared at Mark with a slightly smile.
"Can Ah tell you something?" He asked in a hushed tone, as if he was afraid of being over heard.
"Sure."
"Ah'm in love with someone."
"Really?" Mark heart was in his throat as he watched his friend turn a bright shade of red. "Who?" He croaked out.
"It doesn't matter. Ah have someone else taking up wwwwaaaayyyy too much thought time to be able to do anything about it." Glen's face turned into a grimace as he continued. "Ah have to get this other guy outta mah head before Ah can tell him though."
"Who is it Glen?" Mark asked quietly, his stomach sinking; he had a pretty good idea of who it was.
"Ah can't tell you. It'll ruin the surprise." He giggled.
The elevator stopped at their floor and Glen staggered down the hall towards his room. Mark followed with leaden feet, not really wanting to listen to his friend talk about his feelings for Kevin. When he got to Glen's room he found him passed out, face down on his bed. With a sad sigh Mark rolled him over and started to undress him carefully, placing each article of clothing on the floor until he was down to his boxers. Thankfully the bed hadn't been made so all he had to do was toss the covers up over Glen's form. Mark then picked up the clothing and laid it over the back of the chair and picked the bottle from the floor and set on the table. He walked towards the door, looking over his shoulder at the threshold.
With a soft groan he walked back to the bed and pressed a light kiss to Glen's lips, smoothing his hair from his face as he straightened up. This time he walked out the door and closed it behind him softly. As he headed towards his room he felt his heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.
