Another Place, With You

Another Place, With You (Part 1)

He never expected his life to turn out like this, mostly meaningless one night stands and hookups in between gigs and clubbing with his mates. He was happy to get some action at least, not to have it all pent up inside him, but he wanted more, he wanted substance, he didn't want someone who would just leave again before the crack of dawn. People who only used him because of his looks or worse because he was "famous", god, he hated that word, especially in context to him. His heart started to ache, his eyes started to tear up, he sat down, forced himself to SIT DOWN, trying his hardest not to punch a wall or throw a chair.

Every day just seemed to blur into one, wake up, ALONE, get to the venue, do the damn thing, go back to the hotel, repeat. But the days where he actually had some human contact stuck out like a sore thumb, taunting him, pestering him, validating in his mind what he already knew, 'I'm just a pretty face in the minds of these passing strangers' even that he would deny most days, 'people don't care, I'm just some bloke, no one will actually stick around, he, won't stick around' that thought seemed to haunt him most of all, him, that dark haired fuck he desperately loved but could never be with.

He lay back on his bed, that damn comfy hotel bed he didn't feel he deserved, 'I'm such an idiot, I shouldn't have feelings for my best friend, that never ends well, GOD DAMMIT', his eyes stung, puffy and red from the emotional outburst of before.

Suddenly he jumped up his feet itching for something to do, his mind racing, begging for some distraction 'it isn't that late yet, still time to go out for a bit, forget this mess, lose myself' he said to himself, there was nothing that needed to be done tomorrow anyways, fuck it, grabbing his phone he stormed out the door, fuck, he stopped dead in his tracks, Kyle, right there, right in front of him, 'shit, I can't face him right now, not in this state'. Looking around, he tried to find an escape route, but remained unsuccessful, he knew he needed to move, just walk past, don't speak, it'll just feel like a bitter pill.

Trying to walk past he thought he made it, he thought he survived until the last second when he heard his name coming from the voice he had grown to love and resent, shit, "hey Dan, where you goin", he turned around, not wanting to ignore him, Dan was puzzled, he couldn't decipher the face on the man before him, "I'm going out, probably find some "random stranger" again, haha", fuck, why did I say that, why add that, shit, he looked up, pulsing his reaction, Kyle looked, sad, disappointed, no, that can't be it, he doesn't like me, surely. Doesn't matter, can't do this right now, sorry Kyle. He turned again, before Kyle could even respond, hold out an arm for him, he was gone.

Stepping in a cab he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and leaned back "just take me to the nearest bar, I don't care what or where", "rough night buddy" the cabbie responded, "you have no idea" is all he muttered back before slipping in his headphones and tuning out.

Once there he ordered the strongest drink they could give him, 'keep em coming, god knows I need them', not too long after he was completely plastered, 5 beers and 3 shots deep living it up on the dance floor. He certainly got a fair bit of attention, one guy was coming dangerously close, not like he minded, he got rid of those irrelevant labels long ago.

The next couple hours were a near complete blur, he felt someone's hands feel him up, they weren't the hands of a woman, that he was sure of, the next moment he got slammed up again the bathroom stall in a crowded club, this stranger sure wasn't gentle, not what he was used to but he didn't protest, he didn't want to be treated like a delicate flower, he wasn't good enough of Kyle anyways, so this was exactly what he deserved. He got spun around so his face was pressed again the stall wall. He felt hands travel down around him, towards his belt buckle which quickly got tossed, his pants fell down and heard the pants of the guy behind him drop as well. Minutes later, he didn't know how long it lasted, how long he was there for, the blonde stranger behind him handed him his belt and both got dressed again.