When Ari and I returned home from the show it was already well past midnight.
The room is dimly lit by the glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds, the faint scent of stale weed hangs in the air.
I carefully close the door behind me as Ari follows, a softer, contented look on his face.
On the couch, Scott is curled in on himself, face contorted, breathing ragged and shallow.
"Scotty?" I whispered softly, kneeling beside him.
I gently touch his forehead; he's clammy and burning up.
"He's just sleeping, Sunny. Relax."
"He doesn't look like he's just sleeping, Ari. He looks...awful. it feels ike he has a bad fever."
Ari scoffed, rolling his eyes some. "He's going through it, Sunny. You knew that, you know what withdrawals are all about. That's why we went out, you needed a break from all this. He handled himself fine while we were gone."
I can't help but to look back up at Scott with pain in my eyes. "I know, I know. It's just...seeing him like this... I feel like shit for leaving him. For having fun while he's suffering.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're not his keeper. You deserve to live your life, too. You really enjoyed the show, right?"
I nodded slowly.
"Yeah of course, it was great and I had a lot of fun with you. But..." I trail off, stroking Scott's hair.
I can feel Aristos watching me, his contentment fading.
"Come on girl, don't let it ruin the night. You're here now. We're here. It's fine."
I stand up from beside the couch, quietly going for the stairs now as Ari keeps his gaze fixed on me.
"Where you goin?"
I point towards the bathroom door. "I'm gonna shower."
He furrows his brows, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Now? It's like, almost one in the morning."
I shrug, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah. I feel...sticky. And then I'm gonna lay with Scotty on the couch"
His face falls immediately hearing that.
"Sunny, baby, wait."
He steps closer to me, reaching for my hand. "We barely had any time to ourselves at the show. I just- I just want a little more time wit you shawty."
I hesitate, the guilt warring with the lingering thrill of the concert and the intimacy we shared.
A defeated sigh leaves my lips, I interlock my fingers through his.
"Okay, okay. Come on, come take a shower with me then daddy."
I turn and walk toward the bathroom, Ari's grip firm on my hand as I lead us up the stairs.
The shower is running on full blast, steam quickly filling the small space.
I strip of my clothes, stepping under the hot spray as Aristos quickly joins me, closing the curtain behind him.
His arms snake around my waist, pulling me close against him as the water falls around us.
I tangle my hands up in his wet hair, groaning softly as his hands move lower, squeezing onto my ass.

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~Somebody Save Me~$crim
Hayran KurguIt's a funny thing how fate can bring two people together, especially when you're standing on the edge of a bridge. A Scott Arceneaux Jr-$crim love story not for the faint of heart.