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The most annoying thing about being a boy with a crush on another boy might be that he couldn't just express it the same way as they would if the desired person was a girl. The most annoying thing about being Erik Peterson and having a crush on a boy might be that thousands of people liked to watch his every move and publish it on social media because of his position as bassist for the band Sunlit Kings. But really, the most annoying thing about being Erik Peterson and having a crush on a boy was that the boy in question was Kieran Moreau, drummer for Sunlit Kings, also constantly in the media spotlight, and a long-time friend.
The biggest problem with Erik Peterson's crush on a boy was that it was on a boy he probably couldn't have.
Growing up, Erik was pretty familiar with the idea of having to share his things. He had two younger siblings - twins at that, and so heard the sharing lecture at least once a day in passing if not directed at him. His parents were determined to have well-rounded children who grew up into well-rounded adults who worked for what they got and gave to those who could not. For the most part, Erik liked to think they succeeded. What got lost in translation, however, was that the concept of sharing often bled into other territories as you grew up. Toys, food and other tangible objects were not the only things to be shared. One could share ideas, space and responsibility to name a few. One could also, apparently, share people. (There was also the whole thing about sharing feelings, but that's another conversation entirely).
Currently, Erik was having to share Kieran with their manager, and the frustrating thing was that Malik didn't even want to acknowledge his share - but somehow it was still larger than the amount given to Erik. He was given more time, more attention, more agreeability just more Kieran.
And okay, maybe it was childish of Erik to be so fixated on this - especially when he had plenty of other men and women willing to throw themselves at him for whatever they could get, but he'd been stewing on the idea for the past three weeks since that damned rumor came out and their show was over, they'd be in Seattle long enough to warrant a hotel and he'd already downed four drinks.
Wait, make that five drinks.
Erik tilted his head back as he downed the shot, enjoying the burn as he set the glass back onto the tray it had been offered to him on and then following the pretty waitress' arm to look at the bombshell who had apparently ordered it for him. She was tall, red haired, hanging off of their publicist's arm and probably the exact opposite of Kieran.
She wasn't what he was really looking for - but that made her the perfect distraction.
He placed the empty shot glass back onto the waitress' tray, careful not to make her spill and then wound his way through the crowd towards the two women. Maddy all but crowed and grinned when she spotted him coming over and quickly ended whatever conversation she'd been having to bring him into the small circle, face to face with her red-headed friend.
"Ah Erik! Nice of you to join us. I was just telling Emma here about..."
It didn't take long before their conversation became more drinking than talking and even less time after that for their public relations director to scurry off to find Dex and probably solicit him for sex. As for Erik and Emma, well they were well on their way as too consenting adults - well, as consenting as they could be, given the amount of alcohol in their systems. Erik figured the hickey she was working into his neck as they grinded on each other on the dance floor was about as close to enthusiastic consent as he was going to get - as was the grin she gave him before putting her tongue down his throat when he suggested they go somewhere a little more private. Normally, Erik wouldn't work quite so hard to be an impressive catch, and he probably didn't need to now, but sue him, it felt good to put on a bit of a show (and it Kieran happened to be watching, then all the better).
They didn't go back to the hotel.
Erik wasn't drunk enough to be that much of an a**. The guys had enough of a bro code that's he'd catch hell from more than just Malik if he did that.
Instead, Emma had the valet bring around her car and they ******** in the back after parking in some unused corner lot. It wasn't the best sex Erik had ever had, but he certainly had no complaints or rebuttals when offered a second round. By the time he ordered a cab to take him back to the club, it was late enough that he gave the driver the hotel address instead and just managed to strip down, chug a powerade and piss before falling into bed.
He'd probably have a hangover the size of the sun when he woke up, but at least he got to spend a night not hung up on someone who clearly wasn't interested.
F a l l o n SF_- · Sun Jul 02, 2017 @ 01:32am · 0 Comments |
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