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: this is for my girl Tina! Have fun!

Chapter Twelve

It was a lot later that night, nearing about one in the morning, when the two were starting to finally get tired. The plane ride so late at night already tired them out enough, and then once they had gotten home, they basically flipped channels to keep themselves entertained. Bridge wandered downstairs with a pillow and his comforter from his parent's bed, tossing them on the couch. "I'm sleeping here?" Sky murmured then, staring at the bed items that had been thrown beside him.

"No, I am," Bridge stated then, Sky standing from the couch and collecting their empty pizza box and their few cans of soda they had grabbed. "You can take my old bed… or if you want, my parent's bed. It's bigger… there's a guest bedroom, too, so I really don't care where you sleep. Wherever you want."

"I'll go investigate," Sky laughed then, making his way upstairs as Bridge watched him for a second, then tending to make his little bed on the couch. It wasn't like he wasn't used to sleeping on the couch. He slept more on his own couch at his apartment than he did his bed. He didn't like a huge bed, especially an empty space beside him. He liked having something close and the back of the couch worked fine for that.

He fiddled with the blanket for a moment, continuously glancing towards the stairs to see if Sky was ever going to return. It was many minutes later when the man never came back, leaving Bridge curious as to what he was doing. Creeping up the stairs, he saw that his parent's bedroom door was open, but the light was off, so he probably wasn't in there.

His bedroom door and the guest bedroom door were both closed, as well as the bathroom door, and with the hallway light on, he couldn't tell which room was in use at the moment. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, suddenly remembering that he had left his contacts in, but had also left all his solution and his glasses in his suitcase.

Bridge twisted the handle to his door, jerking it open before nearly tumbling over in surprise to see Sky standing there in nothing but his boxers. "Whoa, sorry," Bridge murmured, almost closing the door before seeing the grin on Sky's face now. "Just need my contact stuff…"

"It's fine," Sky stated, Bridge slipping into the room, now understanding what Sky was going through in the hallway when he was running around in his bath towel. For now, they were both even as far as embarrassing runs ins went. "You wear glasses?"

"Yup," Bridge stated as he kneeled on the floor, digging through his unpacked suitcase. He didn't bother to unpack anything because he knew he wouldn't be in Washington too long. He had a dresser and everything in this house still, but he was also too lazy to use them. He was too lazy to use them as a kid as well, not much had changed. "I take it you're sleeping in my room…"

Sky nodded, taking a seat on the bed as he watched Bridge yank out the contact solution, case, and his glasses. He quickly switched his contacts with his thick framed, black glasses, blinking for a second to get his eyes to adjust. Tossing his things back into his suitcase, he stared over at Sky for a second. "Cute," Sky chuckled, Bridge wrinkling his nose with a tiny smirk.

"Thanks," he stated, standing up and beginning to make his way to the door, Sky standing up from the bed to follow him a little ways. Bridge turned around just as he got to the door, narrowing his eyes for a second as Sky lingered before him. "What?"

Leaning forward, Sky brushed a kiss against the shorter man's forehead. "Night," he murmured, blushing briefly before returning back to Bridge's bed. He wasn't sure if it because he was alone with Bridge or because he was just feeling more comfortable with himself, but Sky was enjoying how easily he was able to display his affection suddenly. Bridge smiled, the only thing he was able to muster being a small wave before he closed the door, wandering back towards his comfy place on the couch.

Somewhere near an hour and a half later, Sky was finding it nearly impossible to go to sleep. Earlier, he would have been able to sleep like a log, but now he was keeping himself awake with many thoughts, mainly how Bridge was coping downstairs knowing his father was in the hospital. His other thought was how incredibly thirsty he was.

So, in an attempt to kill two birds with one stone, Sky tossed the blankets off his body, heading out of the room so he could go downstairs and get a drink, and also catch a glimpse of Bridge to see if he was sleeping. Creeping down the stairs, he glanced to the couch, seeing the guy was missing.

Venturing on towards the kitchen, he found his house mate leaning over the counter a little bit, looking a little shaken. "Hey, you alright?" Sky questioned, Bridge jumping at the sound of his companion's voice. The boy ran a hand over the cold sweat on his forehead, then nodding, although he was ghastly pale with worry. "You don't look so good…"

Bridge shrugged, remaining silent as he leaned over the counter, clenching the edges with shaking hands. Sky frowned, slowly sweeping past him towards the cabinet and pulling himself out a glass, then rummaging through the fridge. "I'm worried… I got to thinking about my dad and now I can't stop thinking about him, and it's making me not sleep," Bridge murmured then, Sky glancing up just as he pulled out the gallon of milk.

"Things are going to be fine," Sky murmured in usual optimistic fashion, pouring himself half a glass of milk before putting away the jug. "But, I understand you worrying."

Bridge nodded, watching the man down the glass of milk before dropping his attention to the floor. Sky finished off his milk, setting the cup on the side of the sink before passing by Bridge again. Instead of leaving completely, though, he came to linger behind him, leaning forward a planting a kiss on the guy's bare shoulder. "He'll be fine," he whispered then, Bridge turning around with a frown forming on his face, hiding the fact that he just wanted to cry at the moment.

He hated jumping to the what ifs, but at the only moment, they were everything crowding his mind. He couldn't make them go away, and nothing was going to stop them until his father was well and back home. He stared up at Sky, not sure what to do or say at this point, afraid if he did anything, he'd just burst into tears, and he didn't want to do that in front of him.

"Looks like neither of us can sleep," Sky suddenly stated, breaking the sad silence between them. "So, maybe we should just stay downstairs and watch television or something…" Bridge nodded, seeing Sky heading back towards the living room before stumbling after him, both of them ending up sitting on their sides of the couch.

Bridge rested his elbow on the arm rest of the couch, leaning his head against his arm as he stared blankly at the bright television screen. The TV definitely wasn't going to stop his thinking, but he would just pretend of Sky's sake. Plus, having the man in the room already put him a little bit more at ease. At least he wasn't alone while all the thoughts were driving him nuts.

He suddenly noticed the couch shaking a little bit, staring over to find Sky having problems situating himself. Sky fidgeted around for a moment, stretching his legs on the coffee table, but then drawing them back up on the couch, then on the floor, then rolling on his back, on and on with different positions. "You okay?" Bridge laughed briefly, catching his friend's attention.

"I want to stretch out," Sky whimpered then with half a puppy face, then breaking into a smile. "But there's someone at the end of the couch stopping me from doing that…"

Bridge, being the more daring of the two, switched his position on the couch so that he slid himself beside Sky, snuggling between him and the couch cushion. "You don't mind, do you?" he questioned as Sky managed to stretch his legs over the couch now, feeling Bridge's body weighing heavily against him now.

He blushed for a second before a smirk came to the side of his lips. "I'm fine," he stated, feeling Bridge draping an arm over his chest now, resting his cheek against Sky's chest. "Are you comfortable?"

"Very," Bridge murmured, closing his eyes now because the light from the television was too bright for him. He still wasn't tired, but he was a lot happier than he was a whole two seconds ago. The two lingered in silence, besides the low hum from whatever was playing on television.

Suddenly Sky turned off the TV, thinking Bridge had just fallen asleep against him, but as soon as he turned it off, the guy opened his green eyes, briefly glancing up at his companion. "I'm sorry," Sky murmured then, thinking that he had woken him up, but Bridge had never fallen asleep in the first place.

Bridge shrugged against his friend's body, using his right elbow to perch himself up a bit and slide himself up the couch to come at eye level with Sky, staring down at him for a second. "I can't sleep," he muttered as if Sky was just going to be able to solve his problems. The man stared up at him, having to strain his eyes just a bit because now that the television was off, the only light they had was one somewhere deep in the kitchen.

Bridge lowered himself over Sky, leaning his head down and brushing his lips against his companions to find a temporary comfort through the night. He wasn't going to be able to sleep, so he wanted something to keep his mind busy aside from his father being in the hospital. He attempted to keep himself propped up with an elbow to one side of Sky's head, feeling the man's warm breath against his lips before diving in for another kiss, this one deeper than before.

Sky felt the butterflies in his stomach, feeling awkward under this man's weight, but not for reasons that he thought he would. It wasn't because it was a guy kissing him, it was because it was Bridge. Bridge made him feel things that other people didn't. When he hit on others, it was just pure lust. With Bridge, though, there was a lot more behind it. That's why he found himself coming back after he screwed up.

His hand went to Bridge's face, the other to the other's hip, lingering over the elastic of his boxers as he pulled him closer, breaking the kiss for a second to take a deep breath. Bridge closed his eyes, biting his lip as he felt Sky's hand lingering against his hip before it clenched the fabric of his boxers, tugging him against his body, the man's other hand bringing Bridge back into a kiss.

It was going to be a long night of not sleeping, but at least they had someone to stay awake with.