DARLING, YOU'RE HIGH AGAIN.

CH 27: Nights Are Ugly

". . ."

"Darling, don't you feel hot?"

Felix snapped, his brain jumping from his daydream back to the reality, his sweat almost entering his wide open eyes. He was drunk, he was probably drunk as fuck that he just imagined the crimson haired man fingering him right here, right now.

"Huh? Um-Uh. . . Nah, I don't feel that hot, i'm good." Felix showed a wry smile.

Felix tried to redeem himself quickly. He was flabbergasted, even aghast to the point of his body hair to stand, beyond terrified about the fact that the human brain that he possessed could create something as ungodly and perverted in a span of thirteen seconds. He was blaming the alcohol for messing up his beautiful innocent brain, yeah, it must be the alcohol. No way he'll think about those things happening to him, no way in hell.

Sam nodded his head as an answer, but he appear doubtful as he observes Felix's strange behaviour. "Darling, you look uncomfortable and uneasy, is everything okay?"

Felix's neck started to turn faint red because of the guilt and shock that he just suffered, he didn't even bother looking at the man, he wanted to look nonchalant and calm but how exactly? His mind keep repeating those fantasies that he had just seconds ago, it almost felt real, and that scared the shit out of him.

It was like a dream but it's completely unlike, you could forget about your dreams upon waking up but this one stays in your head, Felix could cry right now in shame. The licking and sucking to the neck, the sloppy making out and the fingering to his asshole. He remembered it too fucking well, Felix wanted to tear his face and scoop his brain out off his skull and maybe just perish.

Whilst the crimson haired man's worry grew and grew, Felix in his perspective look extremely nauseous and he looks like he was about to passed out any minute or perhaps second. He called his name multiple times already but the man doesn't seem to hear him at all, both of his hands were on his knees, sitting like he just made the biggest mistake of his life. Sam doesn't know what's going on, but one thing is certain, Felix doesn't feel alright.

"Hey, darling, let's go back home. It's pretty late, we should head back."

Felix had enough beer, and maybe it was too much that it reached to the point of filthiness completely corrupting his brain, flooding his mind with unkempt fantasies, being under the influence of alcohol definitely make Felix act immoral and beyond himself.

"Okay, but, what about your band mates?"

Felix rises from his seat, the soreness of his butt making the man grit his teeth in pain, he sat in that couch for too long.

"I'll just text them or something." Sam uttered, typing something on his keyboard as quickly as possible, and after he was done he immediately put the phone back to his pocket.

"And Rhino?" Felix stared at the poor man who's still sleeping soundly in spite of the noisy surrounding, he was even murmuring something in his sleep, calling out someone's name while he wander in dreamland.

Damn, he must be really heart broken.

"I'm pretty sure he will be fine, this happened almost every time, there's nothing to worry about."

"Alright."

They make their way out of the club wholly silent. Felix leads the way, and he felt weird walking first so he hang his head low, making sure not to ran into strangers but he was quite drunk so he still hit shoulders with a couple of men and women. Sam followed quietly behind him, he watched and stared, the worry not leaving his chest even after the man said that he was okay.