Author: Skytate17
Title: You Won't Be The One That Got Away
Summary: The two ended up at the same bar every Friday night. One came to dance, one came to do his job. They were two different worlds, colliding on these ambitious Friday nights when the party goers were out. Stealing glances across the bar, one wishing the other would knew he existed, the other wishing he never existed at all.
Note: I think you're gonna like this chap…. Specially my girl Tina! Enjoy!
Chapter Five
Bridge sat in the driver's seat of the car, about halfway back to his own apartment. If he kept going a few streets down, Sky's home was only about five minutes away. It was about another fifteen minutes until Bridge was to be getting his coworker home.
He pulled to a stop light, coming to a stop and brief glancing towards the passenger's seat. His acquaintance was fast asleep, his head pressed against the glass of the window. Bridge turned his head away, feeling weird for staring at him while he was sleeping.
The light suddenly turned green, Bridge pressing lightly on the gas as his car picked up speed down the little road. It wasn't but fifteen minutes later that he pulled into the parking lot of a small, one story home. It was very nice, especially nice for someone he assumed was living alone. It was pretty impressive at his age.
Parking the car, the guy glanced over to the passenger's side, almost feeling bad for having to wake him up. "Hey," he muttered, reaching out and shaking the man by his shoulder. "Sky, dude, wake up," he stated again as the older one suddenly shot open his eyes.
Sky sucked in a breath, staring around in a dazed confusion before realizing that he was parked in front of his house, but he wasn't the one driving. Feeling Bridge's hand on his shoulder, he glanced over, seeming even more shocked by the man's presence. "We're at your house," Bridge reminded him then, Sky nodding his head in return.
He fumbled with the door handle, finally managing to jerk it open before he stumbled from the car, slamming the door behind him. Bridge waited in the car for a moment, just to see if the man could make it to the door without falling.
Sky slowly made his way up the driveway, then to his front door, where he leaned against it for a moment as he fumbled with his keys. There were definitely too many keys on his keychain for him to figure out which one unlocked his door. Most of them blurred together, no matter how hard he tried to focus.
Shifting to the biggest key, he attempted to remember if that was the one, but before he could even get it into the lock, he dropped them to the ground. Leaning over, his blind hand searched the ground, sweeping over the keys before he yanked them back up, on his mission to find the right key again.
It wasn't but seconds later that he dropped them again, reaching down to pick them up. Bridge, who was still sitting in the car, laughed for a moment before going against his better judgment and getting out of the car. "Need help?" he called, shutting his car door and making his way up to the front porch.
Sky handed over his keys without hesitation before slurring out, "It's silver… I think."
Bridge flipped through the keys, seeing the obvious difference between them. There were actually only two keys on the key ring, one for his car, which was very obvious it was for his car. It only had the dodge symbol on it. The other was a small silver key. The only other thing on there was a keychain of a turtle.
He narrowed his eyes before taking a hold of the silver key, unlocking Sky's door for him. Pushing it open, he watched Sky stumble in without taking his keys. The man made it all the way to the couch before just crashing there, making himself comfortable in an instant.
Bridge stood in the open doorway with Sky's keys in hand, biting his lip as he invited himself in, letting the door close behind him. The inside was a lot smaller than the outside made it look, but it was nice and homely, and surprisingly clean, unlike his own apartment.
"You might need these," Bridge stated then, tossing the keys on the coffee table just as Sky sat up.
"And people really don't hate you?" he questioned suddenly before fumbling for his keys on the table, finding it very hard through his impaired vision and dark room.
Bridge laughed briefly, shaking his head. "Man, you're really thinking hard about this…"
"But, seriously," Sky protested then, turning his body so that he could get a good look at Bridge. "Like… your parents didn't disown you for that shit… and like… you don't get called a fag and all that," he continued, the blonde biting his lip at his drunken companions choice of words.
"I'm going to go," Bridge suddenly muttered, feeling strange under this situation. He began to wander away, but Sky stumbled his way from the couch, chasing the man down for a second before nabbing him by the wrist.
Before he could even realize what was going on, Bridge felt himself pressed up against the wall, Sky leaning into him heavily. Soon their lips met, the smaller of the two feeling his heart stop and his eyes go wide. It was a long kiss, full of drunken emotion, the taste of liquor, and many confused feelings.
The kiss broke for a second, but Sky was eager to keep him there, leaning in for another kiss, which Bridge didn't hesitate to lean if. After all, he had been waiting nearly two months for something to happen with this guy, he wasn't about to stop it now.
Suddenly, though, a guilty and conscious thought popped into his head, causing him to immediately pull away. "I need to go," he muttered, pushing away from Sky and heading out the door without another word. Bridge fled into his car, sitting there for a second as he stared at the closed door to Sky's home. The man didn't come out after him, but then again, he didn't want him to.
Bridge pulled out of the driveway, inside beating himself up over this whole thing. Just a few seconds, he was in a position he had been dying to be in for months now. Backed against a wall with this young, sexy many pressed against him. But, no, he had to be a coward and back off.
Somewhere deep in his mind, though, his better judgment kicked in. Although it felt so welcoming, a lot of it felt so wrong. Sky was drunk. He most likely didn't have a clue what he was doing. And by the way he talked, he certainly wasn't very open to the fact about being with another guy.
Sky was going to sober up the next day, forget this exchange ever took place, and Bridge was going to have to spend a while attempting to get rid of the bittersweet memory of his alcohol tainted lips.