Author's Note (Monster): Enjoy
Where's the sun? It's pitch black above me, the air glowering in front of me. Why can I see the air vibrate in heat but feel no warmth? How is that even possible? I reach out to the hole above me. I can't see it but it's there. I can feel it. My fingertips graze the edges of the void but when I'm finally able to touch it, the ground caves in. I sink lower and lower and lower. When he emerges out of the void. He'd always return.
By the time it was three in the morning, Danny had nested his head against Funny Man's shoulders. The spot made him lie a little lower than the other but it wasn't such a big difference. Danny had his arms wrapped tightly around his partner and mewled softly in his sleep. The Mexican awoke because of the small sound he made and put his arms around his neck. "It's ok. It's just a nightmare."
The lead singer wore a frown on his face, sweat beading on his forehead. "No…"
"Danny", Funny Man whispered, trying to keep the others from waking up.
Danny opened his mouth, making a pained face and his body jolted slightly. "Don't… Don't GO!"
The singer jumped upwards wide awake, breathing heavily. His chest heaved and he was about to throw up. He had to throw up and he didn't even care if it got on the blankets. He heaved again, the acid fluids leaving his stomach and throat. Funny Man caressed his back sweetly and wrapped his arms around his body from behind. "Shh, it's ok. Relax, it was just a nightmare."
Danny wanted to shove him away and push him off the bunk. He couldn't use this right now. The nightmare tore into him like an axe. His stomach emptied and rolled over but with Funny Man against him he could feel a panic attack coming up. The deep fear in his gut clenched his stomach and squeezed the air out of his lungs. Danny let out a pained whimper, trying to scream but he had no air left. The Mexican let go of him and ran out to get a towel and a wet cloth. He returned with the wet cloth and wiped the vomit out of the corners of Danny's mouth. He looked at him concerned. "Easy. It's ok. You're safe. Completely safe. I'll always be here for you."
The lead singer's breath was rapid and ragged. He glared at Funny Man and wished he'd get the hint. Stop acting like you care. You're only setting off my panic attacks.
Funny Man took away the vomit covered blanket, washed it off and put it in the laundry before he pulled out a fresh one and covered Danny with it. The lead singer snarled at him. "Stop that."
"What?"
"Taking care of me. I'm not a baby."
"No, but you did have a horrible nightmare which made you practically disembowel spontaneously. You need care as much as any bad ass motherfucker", Funny Man scowled, keeping up a staring competition when the lead singer caved in. He just couldn't handle a lot of confrontation right now. He sunk back in the blankets, receiving a new wet cloth on his forehead.
Funny Man nested himself against his side, making sure to maintain his submissive position. He gazed up. "You wanna tell me about the nightmare?"
For a second Danny wanted to cry. He wanted nothing more but he remained brave, cleared his throat and replied: "no, if you wanna take care of me so badly, go fetch me a glass of water. My mouth tastes like poison."
The Mexican sighed, walked out and retrieved a glass of water for his beloved. He brought him the glass, spotting a certain sadness in his eyes when he arrived. "You ok?"
Danny swallowed thickly. He tried to get up, took the glass of water and drank small gulps. Funny Man held the glass in his hand and helped him closer so he could drink more easily. He kissed his temples. "I wish you'd trust me already and tell me about the nightmare."
The lead singer set eyes on him and crushed the glass in his hand, staring at his hands in amazement. Did he just break a glass by squeezing it too tightly? He cleared his throat and looked at his bleeding hand, small pieces of glass in it. "I…I'm sorry."
Funny Man quickly took out a dustpan and cleaned the glass off of the bed. He got a pair of tweezers, picked out the glass out of his hand and wrapped a bandage around it. "It's ok, really. I just. Are we a couple?"
Danny lowered his gaze. "No."
"Why not? You know I'm falling for you. I know you want me."
The singer blinked a few times, willing him to go away with his questions. "Then… I don't know. I'm confused."
"About what?"
Funny Man sat down next to him and nested himself in the crook of his neck when they lied down again. It was strange to have all of this happening without the other guys waking up. The glass really had to be a wakeup call but they just guessed they were heavy sleepers. His older friend wrapped an arm around his shoulders, looking for his hand. When he finally found his hand, he squeezed it tightly and kissed his forehead. His voice was barely a whisper. "I…When I was younger… I…"
"What?" Funny Man asked but he regretted immediately as the other retreated back into his shell. "Nothing."
"Please, Danny. I'll be here for you. I'll help you."
"You can't help me."
"Why not? You haven't even tried yet!" Funny Man complained.
Danny scowled. "You just can't. I'm sick in the head."
"What? Because you're slightly into dominance?"
"I'm not into dominance."
"No? Then why are you acting so tough all the time?"
"Because I'm repulsed by submissiveness", Danny growled, letting the words sink in while the other stared at him. The younger one opened his mouth but couldn't find the words.
"Why are you repulsed by the submissive position?" Funny Man asked, confusion in his voice and written all over his face.
The lead singer groaned. "I knew you wouldn't understand. Let it go. I regret telling you already."
"No, trust me", Funny Man begged but Danny shrugged. "Let's go back to bed."
He lied down and took the Mexican into his arms forcefully. "Bedtime now. It's almost four."
The baritone voiced rapper sighed deeply but nested himself closely into his arms. "Will you one day tell me what happened to you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a despicable monster", Danny replied, his voice choking momentarily. The Mexican felt it was better to just drop the subject and closed his eyes. When the morning came, this moment was over and it felt like he had dreamt the honesty of his partner.
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