Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction and in no way real. This never happened and not meant to be derogatory to anyone mentioned. Luv and goodness.
The Story:
Jade finally stopped and clasped his hands together, waiting to see what Adam�s reaction would be. The longer he looked at that permanent scowl on his friend�s face, the more he was sure his idea was going to back fire.
Adam rubbed his chin. He knew things would become a lot harder between him and Davey on account of them not only being secret lovers, but also team mates. He knew sooner or later some things would have to change. He just wished it was later rather than sooner.
He looked out the window and spotted Davey still in deep talk with his friend, though now actually smiling and laughing. Was this what Davey wanted? Had he really told Jade, making him swear not to let Adam know he had complained? Did Davey really want to break up what they had?
He felt his mind as well as his heart tear in two. He didn�t want to give Davey up. He wanted to hoard him away like a fat kid with candy, sneaking little bits of him out when no one was looking. But then he didn�t want to hurt Davey, either. Lately, his roughness had been getting tiring even to him, but he continued because he knew it was what Davey wanted. He knew Davey liked it that way. He liked to have a man in his bed, so Adam gladly took up the role for him.
And now Davey didn�t want that anymore? Adam�s eyes narrowed to the little cuss with the cigarette hanging between her lips. Was that what Davey wanted? Well, Adam DID say he didn�t care about that, right? It might help Davey gain a concrete base with the other guys if he was seen dating, or at least TALKING with a girl or two. It helped Adam, even though he stopped sleeping with them a few months before Davey arrived.
Adam�s expression turned from anger to sadness. Davey wanted to find a relationship with a woman. He didn�t want Adam anymore. Well, no use trying to make him stay if he didn�t want to, right?
Adam looked at Jade. He nodded, �Okay, we do your plan. But Davey might not like it at first. He might think I�m trying to dump him. I don�t want to hurt him, Jade.�
Jade nodded hurriedly. �Of course, of course. That�s the last thing on anyone�s mind. Davey won�t get hurt. We�ll break it to him in a calm manner, then I�ll take him aside and lay it on the way he�ll understand. I expect him to get a little emo, but that�s just the way it�s gotta be. Things will be better this way, Adam, don�t worry.�
Adam sighed and nodded. �Well, you�re the financial genius, Jade. It had better be.� With that, he walked out the kitchen and made his way out to the card table again.
There, he walked directly into a heated argument in which Davey was doing his ranting. �. . . it comes from ANIMAL, Tim. An animal that was just living its life and doing what it could in a human infested world. It had no rights! It could have been happy in its quiet life, but NO! People had to come by and hack off its head in order for you to have something to put between your buns at a fucking barbecue!�
Tim, cigarette stuck between his lips and unlit because he at last had his plate of food in front of him, tilted his head in building anger. �Look, Davey, it�s meat. It�s cooked and it�s on my plate. What do you want me to do? Starve? Toss this perfectly good burger and steak in the trash because it used to walk around and grunt? What the fuck?�
�You can eat something else!� Davey said. Adam looked closer and saw that neither man was as mad as his words sounded, but they were arguing simply for the sake of arguing. �I�ve made a salad! I made enough for all of us. You can eat that. I also have meat substitutes if you really want a burger. They taste just the same, I swear! You won�t even know the difference!�
�I won�t?� Tim asked, sitting back suddenly.
�No.� Davey assured him, thinking the other was getting ready to give in.
�Then why the hell eat that fake shit?� Lars and the two other men at the table roared laughter. Tim grinned widely and held up his arms to Davey, asking for an explanation. �Come on, Dave! Tell me! Why would I eat some grass and other veggie-crap when I�ve got the real thing in front of me? Look! No adding shit to make it TASTE like meat. . . �cause it IS meat! Look, come on, see?� he lifted the top bun and inhaled. �Ahh! See? That�s some good eating right there, chicken boy. That�s what I call a fucking burger.� he picked up the burger and took a giant bite, teeth tearing and ripping into it like a starved dog.
As the other laughed, Davey gave him a disgusted look. �That�s so repulsive, Tim. So fucking unhealthy. Isn�t that right, babe? Isn�t that just nasty!� Davey called out. Adam stiffened, thinking he was the one being addressed.
But it was the short sex-on-legs leaning against the fence that answered with a coy smile. �That�s it, honey, you tell them.� Brian took another drag on his cigarette, then turned his eyes back to Adam.
The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity (actual time one minute and 23 seconds) before Brian�s lips curled into a smile. One eyelid lowered slowly in a wink as he puckered his lips unnecessarily around the white stick at his mouth.
�Not on your life.� Adam muttered, barely moving his own lips, then went to sit at the table, oblivious to the sudden flinch Brian gave as his eyes narrowed. If he had seen this, Adam would have known he had projected unconsciously again.
Brian glared, feeling the impact of those thoughts. Never, eh? Well, never had a habit of being awfully short in Brian�s life. AWFULLY short.
He turned back to his Davey and saw him coming back, put off at not winning the argument. His smile came back with a snap. �Aww, baby, you�ll win them over soon enough, don�t worry.� Not like he was innocent himself. But he pushed aside the longing thoughts of a nice, bloody steak as he saw Davey�s grateful expression.
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Later that night, Jade found Davey alone and decided to speak with him. The guys were long since done with the barbecue and were now sitting in a semi-circle drinking beers and talking boisterously. Adam was holding a pack of ice to his knee, Lars was trying to clean up a gash on his forearm with a handful of napkins and Tim was showing off his busted lip. All these and other injuries came from earlier when someone had suggested a little skateboarding/biking/moshing was needed to zest up the party. Davey had to put an end to it by simply handing out the beers along with the band-aids.
Tired, Davey sat down on at the table, head resting on his arms. Jade sat down next to him. �Hey, where�s your bunny?� He asked politely.
Davey made a vague gesture. �Said she was going to go take that guy Joe and. . . yeah. Find a closet somewhere or something. She�ll be back in a few.�
Jade nodded, admiring her efficiency. He took a deep breath and let it out. �Hey, uhm Davey, listen, last night, I�m sorry I was acting like a bastard. I shouldn�t have forced you out like that.�
Davey sat up, looking down at the table�s surface. �That�s okay, Jade. Don�t worry about it. I shouldn�t have been in your room, anyway. Not when I had one of my own to be in.�
Jade watched him carefully. Davey was still hiding something. Or trying to. Jade kept getting the feeling it had to do with Adam. Well, hopefully his news could do something about that, right? �Uhm, Dave, about rooms,� Jade started, then paused when Davey looked up. �Well, I was thinking about this morning.� Davey quickly looked down. Jade blundered onward, smoothing everything out as best he could.
�Well, you can see my point there. This house of Adam�s is kinda small, don�t you think? Hardly big enough for one, let alone three. I had a long talk with Smith and he said we had enough if Adam�s willing to sell this house, we could move into something bigger. What?� Jade asked as he saw Davey shaking his head.
�No,� He said quietly, with a faint smile, �Adam won�t sell it. His parents helped him get this house. He wouldn�t just turn around and get rid of it.�
Jade grinned. �Well, that�s funny �cause I asked him earlier and he said he was fine with it.�
�Really?� Davey asked, turning a surprised expression to the man�s direction.
�Really. He said his parents wouldn�t like it, after all the effort they put into getting it for him, but he agrees. We need a bigger place. And the garage isn�t really all that great for the high kicks and jumps you and Hunter want to do, is it?�
Davey shook his head slowly, contemplating. Jade grew in excitement. This was it, he almost had Davey in on this plan of his. Time to throw in the final winning blow. �And speaking of Hunter,� here Jade lowered his voice, making Davey lean in closer, �that poor guy. You know how many jobs he has? And just to keep that place of his. Yeah, I know, a place that swanky needs a lot of effort to keep up. But what if we could get him to move in with us? Then he would not only save on paying rent, but also not have to work as much. Huh? Like the idea?� Jade held out his hands and grinned.
Davey saw this and smiled. Of course, when Jade put it that way. . . �All right, Jade. I see what your saying.�
Jade smiled. �Yes, now, all we need is to talk to Hunter.�
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And that he went off to do. Davey got up and went inside. For some odd reason, every time he was about to drink his ice tea, unsweetened of course, he found it was no longer iced. the ice cubes had melted while he was talking to Jade.
�Figures,� Davey muttered as he eyed the guys and the beers in their hands. �THEIR drinks are nice and cold but MINE comes out like. . . like. . .� he squinted in disgust, �luke warm piss.�
Fine, Davey, he thought to himself, be vulgar. See how well you like it now.
As a matter of fact, Davey DIDN�T like being vulgar. Not when he didn�t have to, that is. Now and then with the guys was alright, but in his own mind. . . that was just too much. So he brushed off the words he�d spoken and made his way to the freezer, leaving his glass on the counter.
He searched and pulled out five empty ice-trays, not a single cube in them. �Lazy. . .� he trailed off. No one ever refilled these. Damn it all it he was going to!
Rather angrily, Davey tossed the trays into the sink. But the gesture was a little too harsh and upset his glass. �No!� Davey called out, but was too late. The glass ignored his plea and tipped over with a crash on the floor.
�Augh!� Davey threw up his hands. Well, no way to win, was there? He looked around and finally spotted the nearly worn out broom and dust pan across the room. He�d have to step on some glass in order to reach it. Oh well, at least he was wearing shoes, right?
Davey took one careful step, then another. He tried to walk only on the outer edge of the disaster, but some of the glass he couldn�t see and still stepped on anyway.
Crunch. Crack. Crunch. Davey stopped and froze. What was that he smelled? Brandy? He looked around but didn�t see any open bottles of liquor anywhere. He shook his head and took another step.
�NO!� cried the voice from his memory, �Get off of HIM! STOP THAT!�
He took a gasping breath. Oh, god. . . what was that? That. . . that voice. . . he knew it. It was so familiar to him. But, who? Whose voice was yelling in panic? And who were they screaming at? And why. . . why was it hurting him?
Davey put a hand to his chest and felt the leaping throbs of his heart against his rib cage. His chest was hurting, his head too. What was going on? What was the matter? He reached out to the counter in order to steady himself and managed to shift his feet. The sound of the crunching glass sounded again in the empty kitchen, triggering off more repressed memories.
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He stood alone, Little Davey, with his long pleat of blond hair, in the middle of the kitchen doorway. Well over a dozen shot glasses smashed and covering the vinyl flooring, spreading out even to the wooden floor of the hallway. The smell of booze, but most dominantly brandy, wafting up from the mess to fill his nostrils, making his eyes water. The glass under his sneakers creaking and crunching at every shifting movement.
His eyes go from this to the overturned recliner of Frank�s and the mess of the kitchen. The television is smashed and knocked sideways. He knows his father will be angry at this, especially for his chair being turned over. And suddenly, there is a hand on Little Davey�s arm, griping tightly. A voice in his ear: �Don�t cry, Davey, don�t cry, I�m here. I�ll always be here.�
�Don�t go,� Davey wailed at the voice, even as he heard it trail away. Even the hand had disappeared from his arm. �Please, please don�t go! Come back! Let me go! I hafta go back! Please, please, please, please. . .�
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Brian walked out of the bedroom and walked down the hall. In his mind, he had wanted to down at least one Heineken before going out to Davey�s side again. But he stopped in the kitchen doorway. Something wasn�t right. What was it?
He stopped and tilted his head. Whimpering? Almost like a small puppy or a kitten. He walked around the table and paused, looking down. Glass? Did he just step on glass? His eyes traveled further and found the source of the faint pleas.
Davey Havok sat curled against the bottom cupboard, hugging himself as he rocked back and forth. He cried, eyes open and staring at Brian while not seeing him, and mouth muttering nonsense. After a moment, Molko understood what he was saying. �Please, please. . .�
�D-Davey?� Brian asked quietly, unsure of what to do, �Davey? Please what? What�s happened? What�s wrong?� No answer. Not even a twitch that said he heard. Brian paused, hearing laughter from the drunks outside. He cursed silently. If they came in and found Davey like this. . . He shook his head. They wouldn�t. Brian would get Davey out of here before that happened.
He ignored the glass and made his way over to Davey. �Come on, Luv, you can�t stay on the floor. Come on, trust Bri. I�ll get you out of here, but you have to push up, come now! Push up!� he was pulling Davey up by the undersides of his arms but was having little to no success at getting the man to his feet.
�Come on!� Brian pleaded, voice whiney, �Get up, Davey! Come on!�
For a second there, he almost thought he had to go out and call one of the guys in to help him, but at last Davey seemed to understand and pushed himself up. Leaning heavily on Brian, he realized Davey was actually CLINGING to him.
�Ugh! Hang on! Hang on! I nearly got you,� Brian assured him absently as he began to drag him out of the kitchen. He managed to get him to the closest room, Jade�s, before he dropped Davey to the bed in exhaustion. He REALLY should quit smoking.
Brian made a disgusted face at himself. What? Quit? Was he serious? Okay, at least cut down.
He made as if to straighten, but found his new friend�s hands still clinging to him, drawing him back down. �Please, please,� Davey�s pleading changed tone slightly. It took him a few minutes to register that instead of �please�, Davey was now saying, �sorry�.
Brian frowned up at Davey, who was hugging him to his chest. �Sorry? For what? Davey, what�s wrong? What�s the matter?�
�Please,� Davey said a little louder, although his eyes remained blank, �please, I�m sorry, I�m sorry. Please don�t go. Please, please, please. . .� He turned then, and looked Brian in the eyes.
And just for a few seconds, Brian�s indifferent, self-centered attitude completely slipped off and he felt the emotional pangs those dark brown eyes hit him with. �Please,� Davey muttered to him, tears still falling, �please, don�t go. I�ll be good, please, don�t leave me.� At last, Davey broke the spell himself as his eyes closed shut painfully. He gave a weak cry, uttering one word, �Adam!� before collapsing to the bed and curling into a ball.
�Oh, lord,� Brian managed. What the hell was going on here?
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