Four x Eric

Eric Needs An Adult

        It was near 10 pm and Four was walking through a deserted hall on the way to his small apartment when he found him, lying on the ground bleeding and helpless. Four wasn't exactly panicked; he was to used to the brutality of dauntless life. He hated Eric, no doubt about it, but he couldn't just leave him there. maybe it was his abnegation side still kicking at him, making him pick him up by the shoulder supporting him.

      "God your heavy." Four said, making his way up the steps that lead to Eric's apartment. He knew the way from watching through the cameras. He finally found his door and was relived to find that it was left unlocked.

     The apartment was very clean, something that didn't come naturally for a dauntless. Dauntless life was more about doing as much with your life as possible. cleanliness was not a huge priority.

      He found his bedroom door wide open, and finally let Eric lie down. Four had checked Eric's head for any sign of concussion without finding any evidence. That with the stench of alcohol on his breath showed he had probably gotten drunk and into a fight and needed to sleep it off.

     It was jarring to see Eric like this. Sleeping made him look vulnerable. Younger too...

     Four looked away quickly. He should get out of here quick. Don't wanna get caught in the youngest leader's bedroom in a state like this. Just the thought of what the gossip might end up as both frightened him and made him blush.

       'Stop thinking and get out' he thought harshly, turning to punctuate the resolution. Four had just stepped out the door and was about to close it when he heard a weak, raspy voice call his name.

       He looked back to find Eric sat up squinting at him. Four went stiff, ready to get drunkenly shouted at to get out of Eric's house. That didn't come though. Just a bit of grunting as he wiped a bit of blood form his nose which had finally stopped bleeding.

    "I found you in a hall. You were passed out and I didn't want to have you dying from a concussion on my chest. What were you even doing there?"

     "I- I don't know. All I remember is getting drunk at the bar. The rest is gone."

     "Odd. You don't strike me as someone who blacks out. Well, sleep it off. I'll go." Four

    "Wait, come here." His voice was rough. He probably needed some water. He stared at the other man that made the air around Four feel odd, not bad. Just different. Upon orders, he walked to Eric. He could tell by his face that he was still plastered, and wasn't exactly in his right mind. His eyes wavered from Four's looking down at his chin and lips. Four took a knee to be eye level with the more brutal man.

      "Tell me Four, why can't I ever get close to you like this. It's nice" His words slurred and his breath was tinged with alcohol.

     "I don't know. You kind of act like a dick?" Eric smirked. Four's stomach reeled a bit. Something about the way he was being looked at made the odd feeling intensify.

       "You're blushing." Eric's voice was deeper, and made Four's chest vibrate with it. "Do you like being close to me?" Four gulped. It was all too much. Over powering. Eric put his hand on Four's arm. Making himself bigger around him. This seemed to shock Four out of his stupor.

       He shot up and took a big step back. Eric looked like he had been slapped in the face. They stood in silence for a moment like the sound after a gun shot. After that moment, he ran. He ran out of the room, out of the apartment, through the halls, past his apartment. He ran until his lungs and legs couldn't run. Even when his body couldn't run, his mind was at a full sprint trying to make sense of what had just transpired. Eric had defiantly been trying back there. Something that made his head spin.

     After he caught his breath and thoughts he looked around. He was standing in a deserted ledge above The Pit where he could look out over the heads of the dauntless. He leaned against the wall and rubber the heels of his hands on his face. His face was blazing hot.

      He reminded himself over and over that "He had been drunk." and "it didn't mean anything." Anything to make the storm of butterfly's roaring in his gut. He cringed as he thought of trying to face Eric the next day in at breakfast. Soon he started back to where he had originally planned to be going. Home.