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Daryan was currently in the process of preparing himself an injection of God only-knows-what when Klavier let himself into his apartment.
“Jesus,” He sneered at his unexpected guest as he pressed it into a vein in his arm. “Ever hear of knocking?”
“You forfeited that courtesy when you gave me a key to your apartment, asshole.” Klavier responded, though there was no real bite to it and any snark Daryan might have had died on his lips as he pushed the plunger down, causing him to loll his head back as the effects of the drug hit him.
“Goooooood,” He exhaled. “That’s the good shit.”
As the initial sparkle began to rust, he seemed to remember his manners, and sat up.
“Did you want some?”
“No, but I’ll take some snow if you’ve got any.”
Klavier wasn’t usually the type to indulge at all, but tonight he was in the mood.
“Oh, well if it isn’t the King of ‘we’re all involved in the legal system, we need to be good role models’ himself deigning to the level of a little low life like me.” The disgust was clear in his voice but it didn’t stop him fumbling with the bottom of his coffee table until a secret compartment sprung open and he pulled out a little bag of white powder. “Also want a tissue to help the nosebleed from how high a horse you were on?”
“You are such a cunt.” Klavier scowled as Daryan sprinkled the substance out and then pulled out his wallet, using a card to straighten out the line.
“Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? This is my finest blow and I’m giving it to you for free and you repay me with insults? Tsk, tsk.” He didn’t seem particularly bothered, though, as he then pulled out a bill and rolled it up, holding it out to Klavier. “But you must be truly desperate if you’re becoming a hypocrite, so might as well tell me what happened.”
“Berry and I broke up.” Klavier confessed before snorting the line.
If he was expecting sympathy he would have been sorely disappointed, as the burning sensation in his nose was nothing compared to the burning in his chest as Daryan outright laughed at him.
“Ha! I knew it! Remind me to tell Vesta she owes me 50 at our next rehearsal.”
The realization of what he was saying hit quicker than the effects of the drugs.
“You were taking bets on how long we’d last?! You really are a dick!”
“If it makes you feel any better, we weren’t taking bets on ‘how long’, we were taking bets on ‘if’. Vesta thought you were endgame.”
“Vesta’s a hopeless romantic.” Klavier gritted his teeth. “There’s a reason all the song she turns in are love songs.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Point is, bitch better have my money.” Daryan scooted to the side of the couch. It was as much of an invitation to sit as Klavier knew he was going to get, so he took it and sank down. “What happened, anyway? Berry finally realize she’s too good for you?”
“If you must know, I was the one who pulled the trigger.” Usually Klavier would resent Daryan’s comment, but he could feel the effects of the drug starting to set in, leaving him floating. “She was ready to settle down. And I’m not.”
“Clearly.” Daryan drawled. “Berry wants to be a little housewife and wear cute little aprons and make a nice little home and you’re here, at, what, 2 AM, doing illegal substances?”
The derision in his voice wasn’t entirely dissuaded by the cocaine coursing through his veins but it was tampered by it, as well as the validity of the statement. Regina didn’t fit into the rock star lifestyle, and he didn’t fit into playing house, no matter how badly both of them wanted the other to.
“On the subject of illegal substances, it’s cool if I crash here, right?” Klavier asked, desperate to change the subject. “Got here on my bike, don’t want to drive impaired.”
“Oh, yeah, Greer’ll kill all of us if you got a DUI.” Daryan agreed, referring to their manager. Klavier did like to keep good terms with Mandy, in general, but he was more concerned about safety than the PR aspect. He knew in an accident he was the one in the most danger, being a cyclist, and he didn’t want to die. If he was sober, it probably would’ve stung that Daryan prioritized their reputation over his well being. But he wasn’t, which led to his next mistake.
As he sat down, Daryan turned on the TV. It was some derivative sitcom rerun, and he groaned. Every fake audience laugh pounded nails in his brain. He reached to grab the remote from Daryan, but he was quicker, holding it out of reach. Klavier was practically climbing on top of him to grab it, and suddenly was inches away from him and, unbidden, a thought came into his mind as he looked at his lips. A thought he had never had before-
No. Why was he lying to himself? Of course he had it before. He had it constantly. Ever since he had first met Daryan. He had always been faithful to Regina in body, no matter what the bottom-feeding paparazzi and “news” outlets like TMZ reported whenever he was even just seen with another woman, and that was something he was proud of. But to say he had been truthful? Regina was prone to fits of jealousy, and when she was in one of her moods because he had been photographed in the mere vicinity of some starlet and he had taken her lovely face in his hands, brushed her gentle skin with his calloused thumbs and promised that he had eyes only for her, that he never thought of anyone else… Daryan had been right, Regina did deserve better.
Daryan, though… Klavier knew that he was selfish. Cruel, even. But that didn’t stop him from wanting him. And when he was so close… He looked up from his lips to eyes, hoping to see the same desire, but Daryan wasn’t looking at him. Instead, his attention had been caught by a small blue box that had fallen from Klavier’s jacket.
“Ohohoh, what do we have here?”
He pulled away to pick it up and Klavier felt any tension dissolve.
“Tiffany’s blue. Who’s the lucky girl?”
“It’s for Regina’s- shit.” He realized mid-sentence the full gravity of what he had done.
“What?”
“What day is it?”
“Uhh…” Daryan grabbed his phone with his free hand, checking the Home Screen. “Few hours into April 29. Why?”
“It’s her birthday.”
“What? Who?”
“Regina! It’s her- it’s her birthday! I dumped her on her fucking birthday! That necklace was supposed to be her present!”
For a moment, Daryan stared at him, then at the little blue box. And then he started laughing. It cut through the high.
“What’s so funny?!”
“You! You see yourself as some grand knight on a white horse and pride yourself on being chivalrous and gallant and then you dump a girl on her fucking birthday!” Daryan could barely breathe with how hard he was laughing.
“Oh, like you’ve always been a perfect gentleman!”
“At least I have the decency not to pretend.” He crossed his arms. “Sex is purely transactional and the girls know it. I get off, they get to brag to their friends that they shagged a rock star. No feelings. No heartbreak. No breaking up with girls on their birthdays.”
“Whatever.” Klavier pulled away from Daryan, picking up the box and opening it, admiring the way the diamond glinted in the light. It was a beautiful necklace. It would have looked beautiful on Regina, he thought, before remembering he wasn’t allowed to think those thoughts about Regina anymore, that soon she would be someone else’s to have and to hold, and he would buy her pretty things and admire her blonde curls as he moved them out of the way to reveal the flawless curve of her neck as he put a necklace he had gotten for her on. He snapped it shut. “My mom’s birthday is next month. I’ll just give it to her- fuuuuck.”
“What is it now?” Daryan asked, sounding almost annoyed at this point, and Klavier opened the box again, flipping it over to show the engraving on the back:
For the Fraulion who tamed my wild heart
Daryan started laughing again.
“‘Tamed my wild heart’?” He mocked. “God, aren’t you a regular Romeo. Also, misspelled fräulein.”
“I didn’t misspell it.” Klavier said defensively, snapping the box shut again. “It’s an inside joke, because she’s an animal tamer.”
“That’s stupid as shit.” Daryan crossed his arms, leaning back. “But since you can’t recycle it, can I have it?”
“You have a lot of audacity, making fun of me and then asking for it.”
“And you have a lot of audacity to take my best coke and not pay me back. But I can get more if you give it to me and I give it to my dealer. He can pawn it.”
“Whatever!” Klavier all but yelled and threw the box at him before standing up and beginning to pace. “Can we just talk about literally anything else now?!”
Why had he even come here? He should have known better. Daryan was his best friend, yes, but he wasn’t good at being a friend. The initial euphoria of the high had turned into a restless agitation, egged on by Daryan’s complete lack of sympathy. He was angry at him, angry because Kristoph was willing to marry even though he wasn’t in love but Klavier was saddled with the courage of his convictions, angry at Aurora for contracting incuritius and putting them all in this position for the first place, angry at Regina because she was so perfect, and angry at himself for being fucking horny right now! Despite all his agitation and despite how shitty the night had been, he was bricked up.
“Fine by me.” Daryan’s voice was lazy, which for some reason pissed Klavier off even more. He turned to give him a piece of his mind but Daryan just raised an eyebrow as he didn’t even try to hide the way his gaze slid down to Klavier’s crotch. “I know why you’re bothered, but what’s got you so hot all the sudden?”
“I don’t know!” He exploded. “It must be the drugs! Or maybe I’m still hung up over Regina!”
Daryan snorted a laugh.
“You’re quite hung up indeed.” He observed and Klavier briefly considered violence. But then Daryan rolled up his sleeves with a sigh and said something that stopped Klavier in his tracks. “Anyway, bring it over here.”
“W… What?”
“What, are you deaf? I said come over here.”
“Why? What are you going to do to me?” His previous anger was now replaced with paranoia.
“What do you think I’m going to do? This sofa is genuine leather and I don’t want you making a mess while you’re asleep so I’ll take care of it now.” He gestured to a box of tissues on his coffee table. “That way we can clean up easily and I don’t have to worry about my upholstery.”
A small part of Klavier told him this was a bad idea, but, despite his better judgement, he walked over to Daryan, who immediately undid his belt and pulled down his pants and boxer, and a sigh escaped Klavier’s lips as he no longer felt constrained in his tight jeans.
“Oh, don’t do that.” Daryan said as he grabbed his phone with one hand. “Don’t make it weird by making noises.”
“Sorry- ahhh.” Klavier was unable to constrain the moan as Daryan wrapped his hand around him.
“What did I just fucking say?” Daryan squeezed tightly, clearly intending to inflict pain to punctuate his statement, and Klavier winced.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated, and this time raised his hand up to his mouth to stifle himself. Daryan’s hand was calloused like his, from years of playing a stringed instrument, so it felt remarkably like pleasuring himself, but it was still so good that he would have done anything Daryan demanded just to keep his hand on him.
“Good boy.” He said as he opened TikTok with the phone in his other hand as he began to stroke and Klavier had to stifle himself. Who knew he had a praise kink?
Klavier was so hard and Daryan so skilled that it didn’t take long - he had only watched a few videos on his fyp before Klavier warned that he was close and with a dramatic sigh he set his phone down and grabbed a handful of tissues. He caught every last drop of his seed and then, disgust clear on his face, held the sopping mess out to him.
“Go throw this in the hallway trash chute.”
Daryan instructed before picking his phone back up. Klavier looked down and then back at him skeptically.
“Uh, like this?”
“Ugh, do you want me to tie your shoelaces and wipe your ass for you too while I’m at it?” Daryan asked, annoyance clear in his voice as he set his phone down again and pulled up Klavier’s underwear and did up his pants.
The post nut clarity hit almost as soon as Klavier closed the door behind him as he stepped into the hallway. He really should not have let him do that. Yes, there was the threat of him having an erotic dream and making a mess, but he could have excused himself to the bathroom and taken care of it himself, or just waited for it to subside before he fell asleep. The only good part, besides how fucking incredible it felt was that at least he didn’t have to feel like he had wronged Regina.
When he re-entered the apartment, Daryan was walking back into the living room from the kitchen where he must have washed his hands as he was shaking them and water droplets were dripping onto the floor. Klavier found his voice as he closed the door behind him.
“So what the hell was that?”
“Was what?”
“That.” Klavier gestured to his crotch area if there was any doubt remaining as to what he was referring to.
“‘That’ was nothing. Blame it on the drugs if you want, but it was just me stopping you from ruining my couch.” He said as he sunk back onto the couch in question before narrowing his eyes. “Why? What, are you some kind of faggot?”
Klavier, even in his altered state, could tell he was on a tightrope. He wanted to ask Would it be so bad if I was? but the look of disdain on Daryan’s face already answered the unasked question. Any display of any emotion would betray his true feelings, and to be honest, he wasn’t even sure himself yet. He had liked the handjob, but was that because he was gay or was it just because he was high and horny? When he failed to respond, Daryan seemed satisfied and grabbed his phone again.
“So there. We’re not fags, so it was nothing.”
Klavier pulled his own phone out.
“You know, I want to sleep in my own bed tonight. I’ll call an Uber and then come and get my bike later.”
Daryan shrugged.
“Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.” He responded, already back on TikTok.
Klavier opted to wait outside.