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Maybe if Apollo had said something when his companion invited him out two days earlier, he would not be in this situation. Even if he had decided to stay in the car that night instead of falling into the trap of, "You have to come, Herr Forehead! It'll be fun!" he would at least not be here, watching Klavier on stage, flirting with the entire audience who had come to hear the frontman of the Gavinners come play. Despite everything that he could have done, Apollo was here and ready to take those drinks he had refused the night before.
The feeling were too much. I'm felt almost wrong being this far from his traveling companion while still being in the same room. Most of the time when they were apart Klavier was playing on a corner to make enough to fill up on gas, or Apollo taking odd jobs for food. This was different though.
Apollo wondered if at the end of the night, the rock star would go off with one of his fans and leave the younger man to return to the car alone. He would understand it, but somewhere in his gut he would wish that the other man would just stay with him. They had been on the road for over two months and as far as the former attorney knew, neither had gone out for any escapades. While Apollo had his own reasons to stick to himself, the rockstar seemed like the kind of guy who was used to getting a lot of action.
Shaking his head, Apollo tried to rid himself of those thoughts. He did not need to think of Klavier's sex life. Dragging himself out of his brain, Apollo turned to order a Vodka Cranberry from the bartender and rested his chin on his hand, trying to ignore everything to do with what was going on by the stage.
Without being fully aware of what was going on, Apollo found himself on his third drink. His head felt kinda like it was underwater, but his brain was still working, or at least he thought it was. Later he might claim that he was impaired by the alcohol in his system, but at that moment, Apollo had what he thought was the best idea. He was gonna get laid. Inhibitions low, he worked his way out into the makeshift dance floor.
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Klavier missed being on a stage and rocking out. No effects or tricks, just him, his guitar, and his voice. High on adrenaline, the rock star was having the time of his life, but time was going by too quickly. He had one more set before he would have to find Apollo and head back to the car for the night. Speaking of the defense attorney, where was he? The entire night the man had been sulking by the bar, but he seemed to have disappeared. Worry bloomed in his mind; he hoped the brunette was okay.
During the last few songs, Klavier could not help but scan the crowd. However rather than just sending out smiles and winks like before. This time he was hoping he would catch sight of two certain hair antennae.
It was not until the last song did he finally spy the man, grinding up against another man and having the time of his life. The rock star suppressed a curse as he missed a note and was brought back to focusing on the task at hand with hurt blooming in his chest. With a smile and a wave, he stepped off the stage, skillfully dodging fans that he just did not have the mental capacity to talk to. His priority was finding Apollo. The entire search Klavier's mind was weighed down by painful thoughts. Why was the younger man so willing to press his entire body up against some stranger, but still flinched when the prosecutor touched him unexpectedly? What about Klavier was so threatening that Apollo found it necessary to sleep in the passenger seat rather than the rather spacious backseat of his car?
The rock star stopped short when he saw Apollo leading the man from earlier into the bathroom. A sick feeling sank in his stomach. This was what the younger man wanted. What right did Klavier have to stop him? He was just being selfish to think that he was trying to stop Apollo from having a good time for his own sake. Klavier just did not want to admit the jealousy in his gut that this man could have more than the rock star ever wanted without even trying. So he stood there, less than five feet from the bathroom where Apollo was gonna have sex feeling like he might throw up, but resisting the urge since being sick would require entering the bathroom.
It could not have been that long before the man who originally entered the bathroom with Apollo was storming out, muttering under his breath. Worry overcame every thought in Klavier's mind and he rushed into the bathroom to see his traveling companion in a lump on the floor near on of the stalls. His flannel was pushed off his shoulder, hair sticking up in every direction, and pants unbuttoned and low on his waist. What caught the rock stars attention more than anything however was Apollo's face. He looked broken. His eyes were glassy and tear tracks covered his face. There was no trace of the confidence that was present when he had entered the room.
Klavier was quick to kneel down beside the man. He reached to inspect Apollo's face, but the man flinched away from him. The rock star tried to find his voice to speak.
"Apollo?" He hoped using the defense attorneys name would help draw his attention.
Looking very small, the younger man met Klavier's eyes, "Can we just go back?"
Hesitantly nodding, the blonde stood and reached his hand out to the man on the ground. He felt a sigh pass his lips when his offer was taken and Apollo let himself be helped up. He was still small, pressing himself into Klavier's side to avoid the gaze of anyone in the club. Klavier shot a glare to anyone who dared look in their direction.
They did not talk on the way back to the car. The silence was stifling, even in the open night air. Apollo leaned his weight against Klavier who helped guide him, thankful that he was not being stubborn since it was obvious he could not move on his own.
When the two arrived at the car, Klavier opened the backseat door, preparing to insist that Apollo sleep there, rather than in the passenger seat. Klavier would take that spot. The younger man agreed to take the back, but begged for the blonde to stay with him. Eventually he gave in and laid with the other. He could smell alcohol on the other's breath, which was not
much of a surprise. He almost felt better, knowing Apollo hadn't soberly tried to hook up with some guy. It was still selfish and envious of him, he knew that. He watched Apollo breathe and could not help but wonder what the man was thinking. It was almost instinct to run his hand through Apollo's hair. The tipsy lawyer shifted and settled again.
Klavier lay still until he heard the steady breathes of sleep. That was when he moved to the front. Leaning back in the seat, Klavier could not find a comfortable position to be able to rest himself. How did Apollo sleep like this? He shifted once more, settling on a position. He did not fall asleep for a long while.