Not exActly vent so no -
Contains sexual themes and heartbreak I guess-
Probably Mid Across Time and Space
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Rodrick sighed, feeling the light of the morning sun against his eyelids as he nestled into the bedsheets-
Oh. Bedsheets. Not just the regular kind either. He knew this bed almost better then he knew himself. The former drummer hesitated to open his eyes, lined with bags due to restless nights of sleep, and almost lost his breath when he realized he was indeed in Frank Yarrow's bed.
Whoops. What a way to wake up. To failure. Rodrick groaned as he felt a sharp pain in...certain areas as he rolled over onto his side. Being lovingly greeted by the face of his ex and now Co-worker. Frank. Said male had extremely bad bed hair; almost making a smile come onto his face. Hopefully his hair wasn't that bad...
"Ugh...Shit." Feeling cold he tugged aggressively at the blankets his night partner was hogging. In response Frank muttered something about annoyance and turned around so now he was seeing his pale skinned back.
Rodrick couldn't really help the smirk as he saw the deep clawmarks lining his co-worker's back. Yeah, that had been all him. He didn't want to hurt Frank..But it was somewhat of a payback to when his ex stabbed him. He felt sick suddenly but kept a neutral face.
Im over that. It wasn't a big deal.
Well it still was. Though its been almost months since that...Rodrick was different now. Or at least he acted like he was. Act. That's all he ever did anymore. Act happy at work, act seductive in clubs, act drunk at parties...Act act act. The Heffley really hated what his life became. Though as much as he wanted to blame it all on...Well Mulder..He couldn't. Sooner or later he would've got like this anyways.
A groan stirred him from his morning thoughts as the messy black-haired male raised an eyebrow. Watching with odd fascination as Frank stirred and rolled over. He almost flinched when they touched noses, but just scooted towards his edge.
It took a while of grumbling for his former former lover to open his bright green eyes. And for a second Rodrick just stared back, matching green with his dark brown hues.
"Well I see you're awake sunshine-"
"Don't flatter yourself." The words came out just as aggressive as he hoped they would be.
Frank seemed hurt, but shrugged it off and rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Mm. Whatever Heffley. Just tryin' to be nice."
Rodrick shifted in the mattress, pulling the cover over him more, but regretted it instantly when he caught a glimpse of his naked body. Oh god FUCK. Sickness infested his entire body as he tried to ignore it. Tried to ignore how weak he felt. All that happened was they fucked and it was over.
Ever since Mulder dumped him he had worked. Frank knew right away, showed up, and kept trying to take him on dates or seduce him. It had finally caught up and Rodrick just used Frank as a comforting presence.
That's it. That was all.
If only he didn't feel as needy as he did when he felt his one-night stand shift and move closer. To the point where he felt the other male's body heat and the other's breath right on his neck.
It would have only been just a one-night stand if he didn't turn around and cuddle right fucking into Frank's chest.
Somehow he felt more at ease when he heard Frank hum softly and he felt rough, large fingers move through his tangled, black hair. Once again he felt horrible. But better. Way better then lately..Rodrick had been upset and destroyed and broken ever since the breakup between him and a certain FBI agent.
"Hey, don't wanna ruin your moment, but wanna get some breakfast?" A rough voice asked from being buried in his hair.
Rodrick snorted, heart slowly sewing itself up as he tried to be tough. "Oh come on. Its probably twelve by now. Mcdonald's breakfast is over!"
Due to his comment he could feel the laughter bubble in Frank's chest and neck. "You're right. How about a bath? Just you and me?"
The long-haired male pulled back, causing Rodrick to move and adjust himself so he could gaze into Frank's eyes like he had done earlier. He was surprised he saw raw affection in them. The green pools.
Don't fall for it yet. A voice sneered. Didn't that asshole Mulder give you that look once upon a time? Now look where we are!
Yeah. Now he was fucking around with Frank.
Immediately he felt depressed. Ah, when he wasn't at work or drinking coffee he was thinking about the break-up. "U-uh...No. I actually.. I gotta go." Rodrick hated this, he certainly didn't want to think about his stupid fucking breakup with stupid fucking Mulder! Especially while he was in bed with Frank!
"Now wait a minute Rod-"
Frank tried to grab his arm but the former drummer was already tumbling out of the bed. Feeling naked and exposed he hurried to grab his clothes as he got to his feet and put them on quickly while he moved out of the bedroom.
"Rodrick-"
Years of having one-night stands easily made him quicker to put his clothes on. Right before Frank could follow, who also was throwing on his clothes, Rodrick opened the door and jumped out. Racing towards his van and opening it as he hopped in.
If anything as he pulled off he wishes he didn't feel as empty as he did. Rodrick felt fucking horrible. Horrible and dead. All his organs felt like they were ripped out by some crazy person and now he was just walking around with hollow insides.
Ever since Fox Mulder broke up with him he felt like this.
Whatever. As he violently turned the corner to a street; he ignored the tears swelling in his tired eyes. Mulder wasn't even his problem anymore. Now Diana could deal with his bullshit and his fucking crazy father. Mulder loved Diana now, so now that little bitch could go and get kidnapped by some sex-driven, weirdo called Kyrcek or whatever.
He was safe. Greg was safe. His parents were safe. Everyone he loved was safe. The Smoking Man couldn't do anything to hurt him, because it simply wouldn't hurt Mulder anymore.
As he pulled into his stupid work. Rodrick Heffley let out a choked sigh; before forcing a mutual look like he always did, and headed in. His mind was clogged with Frank and Mulder and Diana...But honestly he knew he would find something to do to take it out.
Even if it meant not eating today and working overtime.
