& if it's fate, our paths will cross again x3

Chapter 10: Netflix & Chill but in the 80s and drunk

My family isn't home for the weekend so I invite Andy and Vince to come over in the evening. Together, we're listening to music, eat some pizza and drink. "That's the first time in forever we meet without Dave being around!" Vince is already half-cut but still clicks glasses with us. "Yeah, call him, he's missing out on something." I jokingly punch Andy for saying this but we're all laughing. Our gig was one week ago, it was good (Vince said it could have been better) but we still hope we get more. "So, did you get a reaction from some record label or studio?" "No, not yet. Wait... I got one actually, yesterday. They sent the demo back so I guess they didn't like it." Vince laughs it off, he wouldn't if he was sober. Andy is just as bewildered as I am. "Don't worry. I told them my last name's Clarke so I'd still get my dole." Andy is looking at me with that typical expression. We don't worry about him, we worry about us. If this whole thing doesn't work out, we'll be unemployed when we finally finish work. It wouldn't make sense to tell Vince now though, he already drank too much. I start laughing out of a sudden when I remember what Vince just said which means I begin to be tipsy as well. "So you want to be called Vince CLARKE when you're famous?" "Yeah, that's probably how it's gonna be." We're both laughing uncontrollably, Andy just sits between us with a grin. "It's hot, let me take off my shirt." Even though it was quite cold some minutes ago, I feel how I start to sweat now. Vince gets up and staggers to the toilet. Shortly after he left the room, Andy grabs my wrist, stopping me from taking another sip from my drink. "Mart, what the hell is going on with your back?" "I... had an accident." I take Vince's glass with my other hand and drink the rest of his scotch. "No, and don't tell me your dad caught you smoking. Did Vince beat you?" "Let's say he whipped me." Andy seems to be disgusted in some way. "Why?" "I'll tell you next time. It's okay though, don't worry." He lets go of my wrist so I can finish my own drink as well right before Vince comes back. "It's late, I have to go home. See you." I look at the clock on the wall, it's not even midnight.

"Where's my drink?" "You had too much already." I get up to clean the table. As I walk to the kitchen, I realise I'm having trouble walking straight. Vince must have taken off his shirt while I've been there since he's sitting on the couch topless now. "Your back looks horrible.", he says as I enter the living room again, it gives me a feeling of déjà vu. "Yeah, it's because of you." I sit down next to him where he takes me in his arms. The TV is turned on and so am I. His body is warm like mine. I smell his cologne and start kissing his neck. Vince is not stopping me or anything, he rubs my neck while following the TV-program. My hand is wandering down his body. "Mart..." "Come with me." He's reluctant at first but turns off the TV, gets up and follows me when I start dragging him. "Look, I wanted to show you my room." I open the door and he starts looking around in awe before he sits down on my bed. "It's very hot in your room, mind if I take off my trousers as well?" "No, go on." I take off mine too, not only because of him but rather because I'm used to it especially when I drank too much. I can see that he's hard so I come over to him and continue kissing his neck. He lies down while I go down on him and start to suck. It doesn't matter that I've never done this before, he probably won't remember when he wakes up. Vince doesn't say much, he just grabs and pulls my hair and moans from time to time. His grip in my hair tightens when he climaxes, I swallow it even if it makes me feel bad. I get up again, not quite sure what to do next. "Mart?" "Yeah?" "Fuck me." He grabs me by my shoulders and pulls me down before I can really react. I take some lube and put it in. It feels good, I don't know if I do it right but I don't care; Vince closes his eyes, pulls me closer and moans while I kiss his skin.
I'm not sure how much time has passed when I finally come. I rest my head on his shoulder while he's stroking my hair. "It's very hot here." He's sweating just like me. I feel too tired to talk so I just smile lying in his arms and feeling his fingers sweeping up and down my wounded back.

When I open my eyes again, it's already bright outside. I'm waking up in exactly the same position with the feeling of Vince's hands petting my body as if I'd never fallen asleep. I try getting as close to his body as I can so he can warm me. "It's kinda cold here, innit?" "You were sweating last evening.", I reply with a laughter. "You were really good to me last night, thank you." He gives me a kiss before we both stand up to take a shower and eat breakfast.

"What's in here?" Vince digs through the stuff in my room, specifically the things lying on my desk while I'm sitting on my bed playing on my guitar. He's holding up my pocket book containing my song lyrics. "Songs, take a look inside." Vince does as he was told and sits down next to me. He reads random pages before he says something. "When did you start writing?" "I don't know, some years ago." "It seems like you suffered from heartbreak." I pull the book out of his hands, he giggles. "I like it, though. You have potential." "I'm not sure if I'll publish all of them. I write them more for myself, to write down my feelings," I put the book on my bed table "Why do you write songs?" "Don't know really, just need lyrics fitting the music." The conversation between Dave and me still occurs in my mind from day to day, when he was criticising Vince's writing. Then Andy telling me the same and predicting one of them has to leave. I feel like Vince needs to know, I just don't know how to tell him. He's still so confident regarding all this even though he's unemployed and on the dole, yet we're the ones having doubts.

"I just hope it will work out.", I say after a while, not necessarily talking about his song writing.