↔IMPULSE↔

↔Idiot↔

↑Picture of Doria Calhoun↑

Reese was woken up by a persistent banging on the door.

Blake stirred in his sleep and latched onto him tighter, Reese smiled a little, how cute. He carefully pulled Blake off of him and pulled on a pair of boxers. Reese pulled his hair back up, only a couple hours prior Blake was tangling his hands in it, ah, fond memories.

Reese was a little miffed, it was after midnight, who the hell could be banging on the door? He took the stairs instead of the fire pole. He whipped open the door, it was Dory. "Where's your brother?"

Yawning, "what?"

"Your brother, where is he?"

What the fuck? Glancing in front of the house, "his truck isn't here...uh, I think he had a gig tonight."

"Where?"

"No clue. Why?"

Dory looked murderous, "come on, Reese, think! Where is that creep?"

What the hell was happening? "Dory, what's going on? I feel like I'm missing something."

"Earlier he was fucking with Gabe, it was weird!"

Oh just that? Reese groaned annoyed, "he swings both ways what's the big fuss? If Gabe tells him off he'll quit—"

Dory's face was filled with undisguised terror, "he— with men—?"

"Yeah."

Blake came down the stairs in just boxers with wobbly legs and a sleepy expression that made Reese really want to go back to bed, "Ree-Ree, who is it?"

"It's just Dory, you should get something to drink and go wait for me in bed."

"Okay," he mumbled and shuffled to the kitchen for a drink.

Reese turned back to Doria, "listen, Dory, wherever they are, they're fine. It's not like Archie would kidnap anyone. They'll be home soon enough. Now can you leave so I can get back to bed?"

Blake was behind him, "Reese, are you coming?" 

Damn it, Dory! Go away! "Yeah, be up in a second, ba— Blake." He turned back to Doria, "I'll call you if they come home. Good night, Dory." He closed the door and went back upstairs and saw Blake laying in his bed with a sleepy smirk.

"Is everything okay? What was Dory doing here?" Blake asked.

"He was looking for Archie and Gabe," Reese crawled into bed, kissing Blake sweetly.

Blake wrapped his arms around Reese and kissed him back, "they're close?"

Reese nibbled on his neck, "Dory is all bent out of shape because Archie is showing some interest in Gabe."

"Mm...interest?"

He nudged Blake's legs open with his knee, "Archie does guys too. Why do you think I never left you alone with him? Hm?"

Blake whined as Reese slid a hand up to brush his nipple, "I thought Archie just didn't want to hang out with us— Fuck, Reese, don't do that!"

Reese chuckled, "your body is much more honest than you." His knee pressed against Blake's crotch and felt satisfaction in hearing him moan. At least some good came out of Dory waking them up.

...

Gabe sat with Percy while Archie got ready for the show.

Percy's hair was spiky and her eyeliner was perfect just like the rest of her make up. She hugged him, "look at your shirt! You're one of us now!"

"I feel naked," Gabe said sheepishly.

"You look good?"

Archie came walking out, "who looks good naked?" He looked just like he did at his last gig at the bar, shirtless and covered in black body paint, this time his nails were painted white.

"Gabe does." Archie gave her a sour look, "I take it you're spending the night with us—"

"Me. He's spending the night with me," Archie stressed.

Percy snickered, "are you sure you want to stay with him, Gabe? You can stay with me in my room for safety." What are you talking about? Gabe wondered.

Smiling, "I'll be fine, if he gets annoying I can smother him with a pillow."

She laughed and stood up from the amp she was sitting on, "I like you, kid."

Archie gave her a childish look, sticking out his tongue. "Cram it, Percy." Turning to Gabe, "don't take your eyes off me, Gabriel. Get out there and enjoy the show."

"Sure thing, Archer," Gabe rolled his eyes and left with a small wave to Percy. "Good luck, guys." He could feel Archie staring after his bare back and it made his skin burn. He walked out with the already pretty drunk crowd and sat at the bar so he wouldn't get trampled by the rowdy mob.

Archie got up on stage and tapped the microphone, "hello, before we start, I'm going to make one thing clear: that cutie in the Graveyard Shift tank top is mine, so be prepared for a pub brawl if anyone fucks with him."

All eyes turned to Gabe and he turned red as a tomato. Archie was totally embarrassing him, why did he have to be such an idiot?! Archie grinned and pointed at him, Gabe flipped him off, "Haha, that's my boy! Let's kick this show off!"

Gabe was definitely going to smother him with a pillow later because although he did it with the good intention of deterring creeps and flirts and creepy flirts, it just brought more attention that freaked Gabe out and after two songs he was slipping backstage to hide from the smiles, the jealous eyes, the non-too-subtle glances.

Maybe smothering him would be too kind. More like he needed to be castrated.

'That's my boy!' Gabe turned a deeper shade of crimson, why did he have to be such a damn charmer?