"He just kept mumbling that he was sorry and the he wasn't worthy." Mark said as he sat across from Shawn and Hunter.
Normally he wouldn't waste his time with them. Hunter was too flighty for his tastes and Shawn never seemed to try and reign him in. Right then Hunter was laying with his head down on his arms; having passed out after the fourth round of straight Jack. Shawn was playing with his tumbler, his eyes far off while his mind thought things over.
"Mark, I need to know." He started gravelly. "Do you love Glen?"
"What does that do with anything Shawn?" Mark barked defensively.
"I'll take that as a yes." Shawn smiled sadly before going on. "Mark all I know is what Glen told us in the beginning; not that it was much. But I know that you two are meant to be together. Neither one of you can function well without the other…." Shawn trailed off, turning the tumbler again.
"But?"
"But now, now there's another one that can't function without Glen."
"You mean Scott." It wasn't a question, and the name was growled.
Shawn nodded, settling his eyes on Mark's face; touching each plane lightly before moving on as if he was looking for something in particular. The close scrutiny had Mark shifting and scowling at the same time. He hated being stared at, even more so when he knew for a fact he was. Shawn continued to stare, his eyes roving; searching for something that only he knew.
"Spit it out Michaels." Mark growled; unable to take the probing looks anymore.
"Spit what out?" He questioned, snapping his eyes back up to stare into Marks.
"Why are you groping me with your eyes?"
"H-hic-hey now. Therell be no g'damned gropin wit out me." Hunter slurred as he brought his head up, blinking his eyes sluggishly.
"Put your head down Hunt. There's no groping going on." Shawn smiled.
Hunter snorted and dropped his head back to his arms, passing out instantly. Shawn reached over and stroked the top of Hunters head, taking a sip from his tumbler and going back to stare at Mark.
"How do you put with him?" Mark snorted, draining his tumbler and filling it again from the bottle in the center of the table.
"That would be like asking how you put up with Glen…..well before all this happened."
"It's not the same. Glen is….was," Mark corrected sadly. "As different from Hunter as night is from day. I can't remember a foul world Glen ever spoke that wasn't needed, or doing something that was completely inane for the sake of doing something." Mark's fist tightened around his glass. "And then….that sorry excuse for sack of shit butted in. Took away everything, took his smile, his warmth, took his humanity from him" Mark's voice rose in pitch, till he roared the last words. "And I let him. I fucking let him. I let him take from me what meant the most. I laid on my back and let him take wasn't his and in the end Glen still suffered; still wept. For what? For me then to turn to the sorry sombitch that did it to him." Shawn tried to quiet Mark; people were starting to stare.
"I let him walk away Shawn……..I LET him WALK away like he didn't matter. Like he was nothing more a cheap piece that could be replaced. I never told him that he's the one that makes my days pass happily, and my nights even more happily. NO! Because of me he doubted his self worth, spending his time with the likes of you two."
It was clear to Shawn that the Jack had finally taken effect and he motioned for the bartender to come and take the rest away. Mark's ruckus woke Hunter back up and he stared blearily as Mark pushed away from the table violently and stormed from the bar. Thankfully Shawn had planned for a scene like this and opted to use the bar in the hotel. Patrons were diving out of the way as Mark passed, no one wanting to be on the receiving end of his large fists that were clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Hunt, go back to the room. I'm going to get Mark settled back into his room and then I'll meet you there." Shawn whispered in Hunter's ear.
Hunter nodded and Shawn and stumbled away from the table and over to the bar where he took out his wallet and paid the tab. Shawn hurried through the crowd of people, hoping to catch Mark before he got violent with someone for looking at him wrong. Thankfully he found Mark passed out on one of the lobby couches, mouth open wide and snores loud enough to wake the dead issuing from it. Shawn swallowed a snort as tried to figure out just how he was going to get Mark back up to his room. He looked across the lobby and seen one of the rolling luggage carts standing by the main desk. He looked between the cart and Mark, trying to figure out if Mark would fit on it. Another snore sounded and Shawn hurried across, wanting to get Mark out of sight before anyone from top tier management found him that way.
He spoke briefly with the girl behind the desk, smiling often and sending flirty looks her way. Five minutes later he was wheeling the cart back over to Mark. He stopped the cart right in front of Mark; stepping back and taking a look to see just how he was going to do it. He moved behind the couch, thinking that he could just push Mark forwards on to it. It didn't work, Mark resisted every attempt Shawn made to move him. Finally Shawn did the only thing he could think of doing. He knelt down on the couch next to Mark; placing his mouth close to his ear and breathing against it.
"Fuck me Mark." He moaned quietly.
"G-glen" Mark snorted as he tried to sit up.
"Mmhmmm. Please Mark, I want you so bad."
"Well c'mere and ah'll give it to ya." He groaned, his Texan accent deepening.
"Follow me Mark." Shawn whispered, nipping at Mark's ear.
Shawn got up from the couch and started towards Mark's room; which thankfully was on the first floor. Shawn felt bad for lying to Mark, but he couldn't think of any other way to get him to move. Mark's room was at the very end of the hall and Shawn opened the door, moving inside so that Mark would follow him in. Once inside Shawn pushed him towards the bed, laughing as he fell face first into the mattress and began snoring. As he turned to leave he seen Glen sitting in one of the chairs that faced the tv. The set was off, but Glen seemed to be staring intently at it. Figuring that Hunter was probably already pass out again Shawn walked over and moved so that he could Glen's face.
He smiled when he seen that Glen was fast asleep, the remote control held limply in his hand. He tapped Glen on the shoulder, springing back when he threw a punch wildly.
"Hay big guy, wouldn't you be more comfortable over there?" Shawn asked as he pointed to the bed.
"I hate sleeping alone." Glen mumbled. "And Mark's down at the bar with you." He said sleepily.
"Glen, Mark's in bed. Why don't you go join him."
Glen turned and looked over at the be, squinting his eyes so that he could focus better. When he seen that Mark indeed was lying on top of the covers he pushed himself to a standing position. Shawn looped his arm around Glen's waist and helped him over, watching as he too just tumbled down onto the mattress. Mark rolled over with a groan and wrapped his arms around Glen's waist, his head finding it's way to Glen's chest. Glen smiled then yawned, placing his hand on top of Mark's head and closing his eyes.
"Night guys." Shawn whispered.
"Night Shawn." Glen said quietly. "And Shawn…"
"Yea big guy?"
"Thank you…..for everything."
"No problem big guy."
Shawn smiled a sad smile as he left their room, thinking that they should always be that happy; and hating the fact that they were not. He made his way up to his room on the third floor and found Hunter passed out on the bed, his legs dangling off with the tip of his boots touching the floor. Gently Shawn pulled Hunter's boots off before attending to himself. Once he was down to his boxers he crawled into bed and placed both hands behind his head, wondering what it was going to take to put things back to right. Too bad deep down, Shawn knew that things were never going to be the way they used too.
