Four x Eric

Wake Up Sleepy Head

        Four had been dreaming something unpleasant. Something terrible that left his heart racing and his hands grabbing at the unfamiliar sheets beneath him. Fours head shot up, half conscious and very confused on where he was and why he was butt naked. Then with a jerk, he remembered.
Four found himself on his stomach alone in Eric's bed. It smelled like him, he noted, looking around the dimly lit room. There was a small lamp spilling soft yellowish light from atop a waist high dresser. Above it, Four could see himself in the mirror, he had never noticed it before. It was so large, if he stood on the bed, he could probably seek himself fully. Four glanced at his short hair in a mess and his face flushed and wrinkles pressed into it from the sheets. He dropped his eyes, finding a clock on the night stand and seeing it was only 5 am.
He sat up, the black sheets pooling at the bottom of his stomach. He rubbed his face before looking for something to wear. He was freezing.
He had just put on one of Eric's t-shirt that was a size too big for him when the man himself walked in. He looked damp, hair wet and shirt clinging to his chest. Four felt the other man's eyes on him, and he felt like all the eyes of the world were on him.
     "How's your nose?"
    "What?" Four was cut off by the question. Shouldn't they talk about the night before? That was a big, embaressing deal.
     "You banged it last night. Before I dropped you."
      "Oh it's fine. " Four was puzzled, but he found himself smiling. Eric didn't seem interested in talking about what had happed the night before. Four looked down, wondering what he should say next.
     Eric walked over to the other man, and Four suddenly felt all the oxygen was sucked out of his lungs. He tried to keep a safe face when Eric gently pressed at his nose's bridge. His caloused hands scrapping at the sensitive skin. This wasn't fair, how was he still feeling light after the other man's finger tips on his face after he had had his dick in his mouth only a few hours before?
      With the thought, Four's face warmed and he felt has underarms start to sweat. His hands trembled with the overflowing electric energy  when Eric swept his fingers across his cheeks, bringing their faces together. A hand slipped onto his hip before Four felt the cool metal of the few lip piercings press to the edge of his lips. He was gentle and soft, and for some reason it made his heart hammer harder than if he kissed his lips. They pulled away and suddenly Four was captured in the other man's piercing blue eyes. Weeks ago, he had never seen them so close and clear. They seemed more blue then gre up close, less like the late winter sky.

      His eyes were soft and earnest, asking a silent question. Something important.  But Four didn't know what they were  asking, or how he would even be able to respond. The stillness was broken by Eric reaching up and ruffling a hand through Four's hair.

     "You look like you stuck your finger in a light socket." His voice was deep, and he had a smile on his lips, but his eyes looked sad. Like he was disappointed.

      "Fuck off." Four laughed. he wanted to get passed that odd feeling. Eric smiled, for real now, and pushed the other man into the unmade bed. He flopped on top of him making Four groan. Four began pressing his mouth onto Eric's cheek, down to his jaw, until he was sucking on the crook of his neck. Four loved how Eric smelled. He was still a bit damp, but he smelt like soap and water. Eric groaned low in his ear, making his chest vibrate against Four's. Eric buried his head in Four's hair, and he rolled to his side with Four.
They lay there together, just still and quiet. As he listened to Eric's heartbeat, Four began to think back to the first time he came to Eric's apartment. He was filled with excitement, he had wanted to talk deeply. He wanted to share secrets with him, and just from last night, how Eric spoke about his family; Four just wanted to know more.
      "Eric-"
       Four was cut off by an annoying, loud beeping coming from the head of the bed. Eric sat up and groaned as he reached and silenced the alarm. Four watched, noticing the muscles in Eric's arm tensing as he held himself up. There was a tattoo of a balloon on the inside of his elbow. Too small to see without getting that close.
Four wrapped his arms around Eric's torso, pressing his face into Eric's stomach, smelling like detergent. Eric lost his balance, dropping to his forearms and looking down. He laughed and Four felt it. Four stared up at the other man feeling something swell up in his chest, pressure building as he saw Eric smiling and double chin.
     " I really do need to go to work now babe." Babe sounded strange from Eric. It just felt like it didn't fit with him at all. Eric sat up, straddling Four's chest and rolling off him. "Let's get some food."

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       Four had a headache. Zeke had gotten sick after having too many drinks the night before, and Four had covered for him. He was glad he was helping a friend, or more likely, glad he wasn't dealing with a moaning, and vomiting, Zeke. the coffee was making his head ache worse. Or maybe it was the low light or the way his neck was. Four had been at work since 10 am and it was nearing midnight.

      He looked up and caught his managers eyes. He looked worse than Four probably did. His bun was coming undone and from the light of his screen his under eyes looked like pit. Amil checked the clock above the door and nodded to him. That was his cue to leave.

     Four leaned back, making his back crack in the best way. After scrubbing his eyes and make himself see stars, he stood, knees cracking loudly. He walked through the other exhausted looking dauntless and slipped out the door.

     Four had been apprehensive about leaving so late, he had heard the horror stories of people being attacked. He felt he and his past might be a good kindle for that sort of attack. Four walked quickly, past the Pit, rushing home so he could drink about 8 cups of water and pass out. Not the best way to spend his Tuesday night, but who can blame him? Double shifts suck.

     Four was only half way to his apartment, absentmindedly taking a short cut by using a short small cramped set of stairs. Almost no one knew where they were, and only one camera was able to see it, and only about half of the stairs were visible. The darkness over took him, and Four was grateful for his eyes to get the rest. He could probably go up these winding steps backwards with his eyes closed. But he shouldn't have been so cocky, not as comfortable in the dark. That's what he thought to himself when he felt the hands grab him around the neck, hidden feet kicking his legs out from under him, arms smacking his head into the walls. 
( Authors Note: Hello! I really hope everyone enjoys this update. Hey, do you want to make me update faster? Comment on this update, message me somewhere, dig a hole and scream my user name to the worms, whatever is easiest for you, and ask about be coming a beta reader!  I'm looking for one to three people who are willing to get my next chapter sent to them before I release them upon Wattpad and give me comments and criticism (mostly criticism) and I can use that  to make the story better. Also in the future I'm planning on going through the past chapters and making changes, just to clean everything up. 

Happy holidays 

Gracie)