The little voice in my head mocks him, which makes me feel a little better.
“It started out as water, but look! I’m Jesus. Wine for everyone. And for my next trick, I’ll turn it into pee.”
He scrunches his nose and tries to pull the drink from my hand. “Yeah, okay. No more for you, Sid.”
“Sorry, did you go to rehab while you were gone for two months? Is that why you didn’t answer a single one of my text messages and now you’re the captain of the fun police?” I let him keep the glass and grab the bottle instead, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Fucking brat,” he hisses, stepping in closer to snatch the bottle and hold it above my head. “I’m doing you a favor, short stuff. Has Leotard been slacking on your spankings?”
Fuck me running, I hate my cock. I have two brains that never once communicate with each other. As it stirs at the thought of Levi (or anyone) spanking me, my upstairs brain creates a delightful little daydream about hitting him over the head with that bottle. He’s lucky I'm not tall enough to reach it. “His name is Leo, but I’m glad to see you finally remember who he is. Actually, I don’t care. You don’t get to do what you did and then vanish for two fucking months and then waltz back in pretending you’re looking out for me. Give me the bottle.”
“Make me,” he growls, and I can see I’m not the only one angry here as he brushes past me to take that bottle with him to the bathroom.
How dare he? And what the fuck did I do to deserve his anger? Fuck this.
Stomping after him, I let the last several years of pent-up frustration build all over again until I'm cornering him next to the urinal. “I did everything for you, even shit that wasn’t my job. I helped you, I looked out for you, I protected you, and I made sure none of the little whores you fucked surprised you with babies you didn’t ask for. And don’t think I don’t know you responded to everyone but me while you were gone. So you know what? Fine. You’re on your own tonight, you’re on your own for the tour, and with whatever fucking illegitimate crotch goblinsyou spawn. I’m done.” Turning to leave, I pause, still too angry to walk away. “Oh, and another thing.”
Thwack.
My fist connects with his nose so satisfyingly that I don’t care I might’ve broken my hand.
“I should have done that a long time ago.”
He’s balking at me in shock, but before I can take a step toward the door, he tugs me back in so roughly my chest slams into him. “What the fuck was that?” The bottle crashes to the floor a split second before he spins us around and presses me against the wall with his knee between my legs, his hands pinning mine so I can’t escape. My body responds to him instantly even though I beg it not to. “Are we fighting or fucking, baby boy? Because your eyes are telling me something different now.”
Oh God. Oh my fucking God. How many times have I fantasized about this? Too many to count, but I hate him right now and my boyfriend is outside. I can’t. I can’t.I can’t.
“We’re fighting, but thanks for reminding me I need to find Leo. Wine just does something to me.”
“He left you alone in there.” His leg moves against my crotch and I have to fight a whimper. “And we both know it isn’t the wine.”
His grip tightens on my wrists painfully, and the sensation only adds to the fire building inside of me.
Fuck. I want him so badly, I can taste it. Everything I ever wanted is pinning me to the wall and all I’d have to do is kiss him. But not like this.Please, not like this. Don’t make me a cheater.“Fuck you,” I mumble, tears springing to my eyes that I will absolutely blame on the wine. “Let me go.”
“Fuck. Fine.” He shoves himself off of me and reaches down to adjust the bulge in his black slacks, then exhales a breath that leaves his shoulders slumped. I still can’t bring my legs to move.“Was that supposed to be a punch? We’re going to have to work on that, Sid.”
He’s staring down at the spilled wine that feels a lot like a metaphor for my life, but I can’t stick around to console him. It would be cool if my muscles understood that.
“I’ll try harder next time.”
“Good.”
He pulls out a small container with a skull sticker on it, and I immediately know he didn’t come in here to actually use the bathroom. He plans on getting fucked up.
Suddenly, I can move just fine. I know I’ll have hell to pay for it at some point, but as I make my way past him, I flick the container and watch it crash to the ground. “There. Now none of us get what we want.”
The door shuts behind me as I leave, and I find myself staring at four people staring at me — Bash, Alaina, Jonah, and Leo. “What?” I snap. “Never heard a guy get punched in the nose before?”
Something else breaks in the bathroom that has me flinching, and Jonah laughs out loud as he maneuvers around me to check on Levi.
Leo looks far too entertained to be my real boyfriend, and it kind of makes me hate him too, but it’s Alaina’s pitied expression that nearly undoes me. “Shit,” Bash responds, trying to calm some of the tension still radiating around us. “Is your hand okay? Levi’s got a hard ass head.”
He’s the only other person here who’s punched him before so he’d know better than anyone, but his attempt to make me laugh fails.
I’m ruining yet another big night for them. “My hand is fine, I’m fine, we’re all fine. Is it time to dance yet?”
“Yeah, almost. Can you two give us a minute? I have to ask him something.” Bash kisses Alaina on the cheek and nods for me to follow him down the hall. “What happened?”
