sozial-unbeholfen- right thought process, I'll get into that and yes it was a surprise visit by Arthur, supposed to be abrubt and unexpected since what fun is a story without suprises? And I will get into Gil's thought process, thanks for pointing that out, that is a weak point in my writing and I usually don't notice so thanks tons.
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Chapter 11
He drove his car to the club from the night before. He parked next to the sidewalk and a silver Ford. Gilbert got from the car and locked it. He looked at the silver car. He didn't care for American cars but something was familiar about it.
He couldn't quite place it so he shook his head and walked to the entrance.
He had more important thoughts to deal with.
He was carded at the door and then walked inside. Finding a table in the back he sat down.
Ok… Arthur… Gilbert thought
No sane person watched a man strip for… Gilbert realized he didn't know how long Arthur had watched him strip. He may have only just noticed him...
He brushed that thought aside.
But no sane person would watch him strip, have maybe two conversations then show up at his house. And he was going to ask Arthur just why he was in his house.
And then why he left…
The lights turned down and music started up. Gilbert paid very little attention to the first act with the man named Lukas.
Well until he saw a certain blonde Dane creeping away from a front table.
To the exit.
Berwald took the stage but Gilbert didn't watch or listen to the DJ. He stared at the side exit to the stage. A smirk played on his face as he saw the small man rushing from the back room, along the wall in the shadows to the exit.
Gilbert got out his phone and texted Mathias
Laying the little stripper you just met in your car? How romantic. He typed and sent
He laid the phone on the table and waited for a response, but figured he wouldn't be getting one.
Here's my chance he thoughts as he stood and slid along the wall and into the back room where Lukas had just ran out off.
Arthur would be alone in the back seeing as Lukas was in Mathias's car and Berwald on stage.
Peering around the corner he looked for the man.
He saw him standing on the entrance to the stairs and before he could make a move he ran onto the stage. Gilbert backed up into the dark corner as Berwald walked into the back room.
"Shit" he muttered
He stood un-moving waiting for Arthur to return. He heard shuffling and saw Berwald walking in his direction. His heart raced, and he pressed into the corner, unable to make it back though the entrance without being seen.
Next time I'm going with the black shirt he grumbled mentally as he waited for the man to either pass or notice him.
Berwald walked past him and Gilbert prayed he wouldn't be spotted.
The man looked at him and Gilbert felt his heart stop.
The blonde stared at him before walking off towards the bar. He let out a shaky sigh of relief.
Confused why the male didn't call security and overjoyed at the same time he shouted a thank-you.
His voice was lost in the last notes of the song.
He ran back into the room and waited for Arthur.
The blonde emerged into the back room totally oblivious of the albino.
Gilbert jumped forwards, knocking into the male and smashing him up against the wall.
Arthur yelled in surprise and flailed around before he looked into the albinos red eyes.
Gilbert had to control his intense want to melt into a pale puddle. His hands where on the Brits bare shoulders, and Arthur had his hands on Gilbert's forearms. Gilbert stood firmly on both feet, and Arthur was partly leaning on the wall and partly just shoved against it.
"You need to answer questions now" Gilbert growled no longer wanted to be confused by this man
"Well you could've politely asked" Arthur grumbled
Gilbert noticed even with his minimal clothing on he still smelled like rum tea and cologne.
"How long have you watched the Poor Boys strip? Why were you in my house? How did you find my house?! How the hell did you get in? Who the hell breaks into a strangers house then waits for them to get home? Why did you decide to leave then? We had like, two conversations at strip clubs! And what is it you want with me?" Gilbert demanded
Arthur stared at the albino. "Many times, I appreciate a good show. And you like me have clearly had experience." he answered
Gilbert's eye twitched noticing his question wasn't directly answered
"I told you, I was in your home because you left a shirt. And I followed your friends. Oh and your windows in the basement are unlocked." he said, smirking
Gilbert felt as they touched little electrifying tingles. He watched the males lips move; he wondered if they tasted like rum…
He blushed at that thought. He shook those thoughts clear.
"It was your shirt!" Gilbert yelled to cover his embarrassment
The Brit stared into his bright crimson eyes "Perhaps I followed your friends, and climbed into your basement for other reasons. Perhaps I couldn't wait to see you. Maybe I had no real reason and came up with one on the spot, such as a shirt. Then maybe I looked like a fool standing with my own shirt in my hand, trying to tell you it was yours. Apparently I break into homes and wait for the person to come home after only talking to them twice in clubs… But then again, that's just speculation." he explained, getting slightly flustered
Gilbert could've sworn a light blush dusted the man's cheeks.
"My last question?' Gilbert pressed, a weird feeling dancing in his chest. Was it… fear? Joy? Nervousness? Or all of them?
"I don't know." Arthur answered
"What?" Gilbert asked
"I said, I don't know you git."
Gilbert blinked a few times. Arthur took that as his chance, he shoved the albino backward, then flipped around and smashed Gil into the wall, his chest and face against the wall, his right arm twisted behind his back and his left pinned on the wall.
Gil made a squawking sound.
"Also if you want to pin someone to the wall do it right won't you?" Arthur drawled
Gilbert had to stifle again his desperate want to melt into a puddle at the man's touch.
"So I take it you won't answer me?" Gilbert asked his voice slightly muffled
"I did. I said I don't know you bloody git."
Gilbert was released and he flipped back around to look into the green eyes of the Brit.
He nodded "Well… goodnight then…" Gilbert said, unsure of what to do at this point
Arthur again brushed past him, leaving Gilbert alone with racing thoughts and a wild beating heart.
Gilbert sank against the wall as a new thought hit him.
Was he seriously in love with a male he barely knew?
"Mein Gott love is so un-awesome" he grumbled stalking out of the club and into his car.
The silver Ford was no longer next to his car. He got into his car, and started it up.
He pulled out of the parking lot with the answers he came for.
But with even more internal confusion than when he came.
Arthur and Gilbert pinning each other to a wall…that mental image is killing me right now. Well thanks for reading! As always reviews are loved lots and very helpful.