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He wasn't supposed to be here. He just wasn't. He was way too innocent for a place like this, Just seeing him here made Pico angry.
See, It was a Thursday night, almost morning, and the club scene was almost packed. During days like this, Pico would DJ and keep the party bumping from 9pm to 2am. While this wasn't a problem for him normally, especially since this was a premium club that paid well, today was different. Despite being busy remixing the beats and bump tunes, he spotted him. It was always as if his eyes were looking for him anywhere he went. At some point, that may have been true, but he sure didn't have to admit it.
His name was Ben. No, Actually. His name was Softie, the only true name for a guy like him. His blue locks fell into perfect place on his head, a sleeveless hoodie and muscle shirt showed off the little stomach definition he had. Pico kept adamantly at his mixing, sneaking glances at the male any chance he got. His mind was clouded with confusion about what was going on. Truly, he couldn't figure out why someone so sweet wanted to be on the club scene. He'd known him from his past, well, his desired future would make more sense.
Fucking screw this, I'll let him tell it.
My head felt like it was going to start pounding again just from seeing him in that bar corner. The dude beside him, chatting him up, was obviously not someone he was interested in. I shook my head and focus on getting the right sounds out to the club locals. Just, Why was he here? In what world does he show up to the club? The cheers of the crowd, the people dancing, all of that shit usually kept my attention occupied. Yet, when facing him, it's not even holding a candle to effect he has on me.
I took a breath and solely turned my focus back to mixing, his face lingering in my brain. He knew this was my club. We haven't even spoke in 6 months and he was my everything. To just show up out the blue now, it's hard. I've tried to think of him as just a friend like we agreed, but it never worked and never will work. I'd like to call him a one night stand but that'd be just less accurate and stupid.
You don't drill a one night stand until they scream your name once a week. You don't take a one night stand to meet your friends. You especially don't fight a one night stand's dad just to protect him from getting yelled at. You never have prior history with a one night stand either. I let out a sigh, finally releasing the breath I was holding in.
I couldn't help but watch him. I'm sure at this point I didn't realize I was taking quick glances at him while DJ-ing. He seemed to be in a bad situation, with a guy nonetheless. Another one drawn to his innocuous persona, couldn't blame him though. I've been on that same position. His personality is one of his most addictive qualities and all it took were a few words for him to have you ensnared and enamored. God, I felt my chest burn as his cheeks dusted pink at whatever lines that guy was feeding him.
I looked and took a moment to exhale once more. Why should I care if another man is making him blush? It's not like he's mine, not like we're dating. He no longer belongs to me, I shouldn't be feeling riled up just from seeing him meet other guys. I started spinning the mixer tables once more, speeding up the beat to keep the club jumping with good old fashioned fun. It sounded really good and the crowd definitely seemed pleased with the results. I kept doing this for a few minutes until he caught my eye again.
This time for a different reason, Ben's face was grave and uncomfortable. The type of face you make when you're in a situation you don't quite know how to handle. I studied the situation a little more watching the clock, 10 minutes until my 45 minute break. The guy making advances on Ben wasn't letting up and was taking this very seriously. Buying him drinks, scooting closer to him, the whole sha-bang. It reeked of desperation and zero game.
However, Things took a turn for the worst when the guy pulled out his final stop. He resorted to putting his arm around Ben's waist and holding him close as the music roared. Why in hell's name is Ben allowing this to happen? It's plain to see that he wants to get out of his grasp. He was basically struggling in open sight. I gave a quiet groan which was drowned out by the music. Do I actually have to help him? Not that I didn't want to, but what if I was throwing this out of proportion?
I was far enough away that It might be all big misunderstanding. I sighed and checked my watch once more. 12:00 am, I could finally get on DJ duty and take a break. I put on a preloaded playlist of tracks so the party didn't die with me leaving for a break. That would be terrible for business.
I walked off stage and gave passing glances. First to the people, many were drunk, grinding, or making out. My second went to him, surprisingly I saw something a lot worse than what I wanted. Ben was cornered by the man chatting him up, up against the wall, him being trapped by both his arms. 'Well shit.' I thought to myself, I guess I had to step in since no one else was bothering to do their job, the bartender was on the other side making a drink. I couldn't just leave him there.
I made my way through crowds, grinding, drink spills, and more just to possibly save him. I had to push a few drunk guys but that's the least of my problems at the moment. I had finally reached the bar and saw the two. It was indeed what I had thought, upon closer inspection, Ben was crying slightly as he tried to pull the guys hands off him. 'Fucking scumbag.'
I rushed fully over and heard a clear conversation. "C'mon, I'm just trying to show you a good time. You don't have to be so stubborn." This asshole's voice made at all the more clear he wasn't fully sober but not fully drunk either. "With all due respect, let me go. I said no!" Ben replied, matching him volume level as he slapped away a hand the man tried to place on his lower thigh. I couldn't watch anymore of this so I intervened.
The guy didn't expect anything, but as soon as I walked up he noticed. "Can I help you?" He asked, smug and abhorrent with the smell of alcohol. I ripped him off Ben by grabbing his arm and pulling it back, his reaction time was off and I was met with futile resistance. "Leave him alone or I'll kick your ass." I said, nonchalantly glaring at him. Bee looked off to the side as the encounter went down. "Woah, I wasn't aware he was yours-" I bent his arm and wrist back before he could say anymore.
"He's not mine, but definitely not yours. He doesn't want you, it's obvious, get lost Dipshit." I basically barked out releasing his wrist. He scowled and turned away to leave our presence. Me and him were alone, not counting the hundreds of people partying on the dance floor behind us.
"Come on, Ben. Going outside." I said grabbing him lightly by the wrist and pulling him across the sea of people. I didn't want to lose him, again. We needed to have a talk, especially after how long it's been since we last spoke to each other like normal people.
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His eyes was stern, arms crossed. I couldn't see his mouth expression, as per usual his mask covered it up. Everything was so surreal, just looking at him. His black muscle shirt along with his designer paint splattered cargo pants, black sneakers to match. I held my wrist in my hand, slightly still feeling the ghost of his grip around my wrist. We met eyes and almost had a staring contest, someone should say something. I hoped it'd be him though, part of me felt guilty, like I didn't have a right to speak so casually to him after invading his space.
I fiddled with my fingers for a second thinking about what to say and how to phrase it. "Thank you, I appreciate it." I spoke, hoping for a quick response and for this meeting to end. Unfortunately, I knew we should talk, especially after all the missed calls. He nodded in response to my gratitude, I wonder if he was feeling as uncomfortable as I was. "Sof- Ben." He almost slipped up, though I'd never consider him calling me with that pet name a mistake. I turned my attention to him, giving him my eyes.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Ben. Why are you here?" He was inquisitive, on the other hand I was struggling to read him as easily as I did before. Was I making him upset? Is my presence an annoyance? I took another breath, scrambling my thoughts into place. "A friend of mine really wanted to come here to party. I decided to tag along, just in case they got too drunk or something." It wasn't technically a lie. She did want to come out here to get waste, however I really didn't want to go.
"Right. They insisted on my club?" He asked, obviously uncomfortable, I probably shook him out of his normalcy. I nodded my head, clasping my hands behind my back. He gave a sigh, running his hands through his auburn hair. "Alright. Are you okay? He didn't.. do anything right?" He directed his question to me, implying something I didn't want to think about. "No, he didn't. I don't let anyone touch me like that." I said, almost confident. It was true, I didn't let anyone touch me that way. No one could touch me the way he did..
He nodded. I started to walk away from him, thinking that was all he had to say. Suddenly, I felt him grab my wrist once more. I looked to him, "Yes?" I couldn't help but feel my stomach twist. "I just, can you stay? I'm on lunch." He asked, pulling me towards him. A hug? He was hugging me? God, now I know I've done something wrong. Not to say he doesn't like hugs but after everything we went through together, he barely even wanted to see me. Regardless, I wrapped my arms around the taller male, showing I care.
"You're so game-changing, Blue." He couldn't say it above a whisper, but I heard it from how close we were. Game-changing? What did he mean by that? I felt Pico nuzzle himself in my neck, his hold tighter than before. I pull back from him, carefully moving my hand to his covered cheek. "You know, I can't see all of you with the mask on." The words made sense but it's meaning made me smile, not due to joy but to sorrow. He was so closed off until he met me, now he's inside again.
He placed a hand over mine that was on his cheek. A small head shake and then eye contact was made once more. "You don't need to see me. You just need to see me. Can you.. see me?" He asked, taking a minute to swallow harshly. I nodded. "I can see you." I responded, holding onto him as if he would slip away.
He pulled down his mask, putting two fingers under my chin. With his free hand, he took off the mask, placing it in my free hand. I'm sure he felt me shiver by the way he chuckled. There was an intense heat between us that wasn't stopping, maybe it was out of pure habit. Before, we were perfect. For some reason, knowing it was wrong, I was closing the distance between us. So close we could almost devour each other in much needed contact. That was until I felt his thumb gently swipe over my bottom lip.
"Go home, Softie. It's late." His voice was low as he said it, shooting me a smirk and releasing me. I watched him, almost paralyzed until he walked back in the staff only door, not another glance from him. I could only think of one thing at this moment. 'Is this what it feels like to be someone's toxic ex?'
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