Chase Atlantic One Shots

Take Me Home

Words: 1342

Written: September 14, 2022

Summary: After a night out, Mitchel takes care of Christian.

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   "What can I get you?" The bartender shouts over the music.

   The small-town bar vibrates as the sound bounces off the walls. A large group of people crowd around the speakers, dancing, and jumping to the beat of the music. The speakers strain under the heavy bass of the club songs.

   Christain leans against the counter at the bar, putting the weight of himself on his arm. Pressing his skin against the cool granite.

   "I'll have a Paloma on ice." Christain swivels one of the bar stools with his hand and takes a seat.

   The bartender slides a paper coaster in front of Christain before walking away. Christian glides his fingers over the coaster, feeling over the bar's printed-on logo.

   "Sup?" a tall man sits next to Christian, "I'll just have an XXXX Gold," he calls out to the bartender.

   The bartender nods his head as he finishes mixing Christian's drink. He pours the pink cocktail into a small glass with ice and places it on the coaster in front of Kras.

   "What has you here tonight?" The man beside Christian asks.

   The rough-looking man twists his torso, getting a better look at the boy next to him. Christian looks up from his glass and studies the man next to him. The man has short black hair infused with the occasional white strand. A short poorly-groomed beard rests on his chin, covering half of his face. A leather jacket sits snuggly around his shoulders, with tight metal chains hanging around the pockets.

   "Just meeting my partner." Christian takes a sip of his drink and looks back down at the counter.

   The man turns back forward and stares at the wall full of liquor bottles in front of him. He watches as the bartender runs back and forth between customers with their drinks.

   The two men stay silent as they continue to sit next to each other. Christian slurps down the last of his drink through the small black straw before he waves over the bartender.

   "Can I get another?" Christian taps his glass with his index finger.

   Soon enough, another drink is on the counter before Christian. The blonde boy gently sips his second drink.

   "Bub!" Someone calls from the crowd.

   Christian lifts his head and turns his barstool to look into the crowd. Mitchel shoves his way past the dancing crowd and makes his way toward Christian.

   "Bubba, there you are." Mitchel places a kiss on Christian's head, "I thought we were supposed to meet here at 10:30."

   "I needed a drink." Christian sighs.

   Mitchel glances over at the man next to his boyfriend. The old scrubby man looks Mitchel up and down before getting off the stool and walking into the crowd.

   Christain grabs the now empty seat and turns it towards Mitchel, "Here."

   Mitchel places himself on the stool and faces Christain, "What's up, Bub?"

   Mitchel reaches forward and places his hand on Christian's thigh. He rubs his thumb against the baggy pants around the boy's legs.

   "Just need a break," Christian finishes off his glass.