Suddenly, something changed.
The energies between them and in the room went cold.
Time stilled, and so did the particles in the air floating around them as Chris yanked his face back.
“What the fuck?” he rumbled while fumbling away. “No, no… This is fucked up.” He stumbled out of the room, sliding the door shut behind him with so much force it sprung back open again.
“What—” Vi started.
“I’m gonna go talk to him.” Marc caressed her arm before he stormed after his friend.
Fuck. He should have stopped everything, made Chris come back to his senses before they crossed that line. This shit was bound to happen. The guitarist was straight, no matter how open-minded or unhinged he’d acted tonight, for fuck’s sake! They shouldn’t have let stupid greed and lust lead their actions like that.
“Where are you going, dude?” Marc asked as he approached, keeping a safe distance between them, the aura around him screaming to be left alone.
“Don’t,” he barked as he rummaged through his bed.
“Are you okay?”
“What do you think?”
Marc’s heart splintered. “Can we talk about this?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“No?” the bassist asked, standing naked and hopeless in the almost pitch-black corridor between the bunks. “Chris, you can’t leave like this. We should talk about whatever is bothering you—”
With his nostrils flaring and the flashlight of his phone on the ground illuminating the space between them, Chris glared at him. “We don’t need to talk aboutanything. It’s pretty obvious what happened. Fuck!” Bending down to put on sweats and a tee, he scoffed. “Fuck, Zimmer, you—and then I—” He groaned with an array of scary emotions shining in his tone.
“I only did it because you said you were fine with it,” Marc said, baffled with distress.
“I-I—” The guitarist frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re fucking friends. This is so damn wrong, I can’t even put it into words.”
“Wrong?” Marc felt as if he had just slapped him across the face. “What is so wrong about two people being attracted to each other and expressing that physically?”
“Attracted?” Chris snapped, then puffed a sarcastic chuckle. “Fuck, dude, you should have told me that. I wouldn’t have let you touch me.”
“You think I’d have sucked your dick if I didn’t like you in the slightest? I’m not a whore, Chris.”
“Yeah, right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, just—” He shook his head and turned away. “This was a big fucking mistake.”
“Would it have been so wrong if it had been a female friend?” Marc asked as he followed Chris into the front lounge.
“Of course not.” He snorted.
“So the problem for you is that I’m a man.”
“You seriously want me to answer that?” Chris said without looking at him while he stepped into his sneakers.
“You just did,” Marc bit back. “Why did you coax me to do it, then?”
“Just—” Chris squeezed his eyes and frowned. “Leave me alone.” He glared at him over his shoulder, then walked out of the bus, slamming the door shut.
“Fuck.”
