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"I found him. Thanks again Claire." "No prob... take care." With that, the phone hangs up. It's been the 5th time that month, since Douxie kept going to Betty's Bar. And frankly, Jim's getting fed up by it. Dragging him out and bringing him home can't be a regular constant routine/thing. It needed to stop. Having to see the wizard's flustered face while in a dizzy state wasn't a pleasing sight to look at. One of these days he's going to hurt himself. And so, that's how Jim found himself in the kitchen -- with the wizard who had a half covered body, that was dripping wet on the tile floor...
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It's always so crowded in here, Jeez.
Fishing out his phone from his pocket, he clicks on the contact that was labelled:
CLAIRE-(WARNING: SHE DOESN'T TAKE BULL FROM ANYONE=)
He presses it close to his ear so he can hear her clearly from the loud music hammering his eardrums. Keeping an eye on his lover that sat at the bar on a high stool, two rings went by before she picks up.
"Hey, uh, Claire. I found him," he speaks to the woman on the other side of the phone. A relieved sigh is heard coming through it. "Good. Is he with her-"
"Yep." He cuts her off with a clenched jaw, already knowing the question by heart now. "Thanks again Claire." His voiced laced with gratefulness towards the fair lady.
"No prob... Take care." And with that, the phone hangs up. Signaling it with a short beep.
Walking through series of people, frown revealed, keeping an eye on his target, he knows he has to do something about this reckless of the other male. This has to be the last time, he promised himself.
It just has to.
With each step, his knuckles go white from gripping the phone too tightly in his hand.
Reaching the raven head as another person walks by him, he taps a finger at the back turned to him. The male turns around and there he is. Non other than Douxie himself. But, with a tipsy on the side.
"Jim?..." he askes with a flushed face. He looked slightly drunk at this point. A shift of pink moves next to the blue-haired male. And Jim internally curses himself for making eye contact with the pink-haired hedge-wizard. She didn't look as bad as Douxie did, but that didn't matter, did it?
Just imagine this time around what they had been doing together. The questions were on the tip of his tongue, ready to accuse her of letting him consume so much of the blasted drink. Jim had wanted answers, but doubted the pink-head would comply. Besides, he had other pressing matters at hand. The tipsy male stood up and flung his arms around his frowning lover. Almost toppling in the process.
The younger, out of the two grown men, always hated how the wizard was so much taller. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he shifts from the hug and moves around so he was holding one arm of the taller around his neck while wrapping his own hand on his waist, keeping him as steady as possible. Before leaving though, he shoots a glare at the woman, trying to keep himself from rolling his eyes as he turns and walks out of the filthy crowded bar.
Causing a scene wouldn't be the best option.
Unless...
Hearing a groan next to him, his attention is brought back to the older male, whose head was hanging down low. Letting his blue-dyed hair fall a bit. And Jim certainly smelled the alcohol coming from his boyfriend.
God I hate this.
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Helping the taller up the stairs, Jim noticed a sudden movement from the other. Instead of smooth walking it seemed he was hopping a bit.
Is he, limping?
The trollhunter couldn't quite tell. As they reached his room, Jim's grasp on Douxie's waist got tighter. He lets go of the hand that was around his neck and opens up the door. Pushing it wider with his foot as he walks in with the staggering male.
He stands by the side of the messy bed, wondering how to lay the wizard down without causing an, unfortunate, accident.
Like the last couple of times, he thought to himself. The numerous memories of the recent events- of him having to take home his boyfriend from the bar and that pink-haired lady- came swimming in his mind.
He then realizes he's been staring at the wrinkled sheets far too long now.
Putting away the troublesome thoughts he moves Douxie around.
He could always just fling the taller on the bed and call it a night. From his view, it wasn't such a bad idea, but --
Nah.
Now the wizard has his back facing the bed and Jim's two hands are found at his waist.
"Okay Doux," he speaks out into the night, not knowing if the other was hearing a thing. "Just move backwards slowly." He takes a step forward and Douxie slowly goes backward. He peeks over the raven-head's shoulder looking at the bed.
Then all at once, they trip and land on it with a low grunt.
Jim's eyes were shut tight in the process and his hands were clutching unto the wizard for dear life.
Snapping his eyes open, he immediately lessens his tight grip and moves back into action again. He just wanted to go to bed. This night was becoming a pain in the ass already.
Shit!
He couldn't move out of the wizards hold on him. And in one smooth transition, the male, he thought was unconscious, flipped them over so now he was on-top of the younger.
Who knows what came over him in the moment, but Jim couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous state he was in. This was, by far, coming out to be an even much weirder night. The only thing he could move now were his legs, which were just hanging off the bed uselessly.
Using the little strength he had in him, since Douxie had always been the stronger one, he gripped the others hoodie at his chest and flipped them back over again.
Jim sighed from the pressure that came off of him. And this time, he sat up. The Master Wizard's feet resting right between his.
He looked at the male below as he sat on his waist.
Seems like he's sleeping.
He relaxes a little, knowing that all he had to do now was place the knocked out male's feet up on the bed.
Glancing at his hands that layed on the edge of the black hoodie that covered the sleeping wizard, his face goes red, knowing the position they are in. Before getting up, taking one look at the sleeping beauty below him, he presses a soft kiss on the wizard's cheek. Knotting his hands in the long hair he's always loved, that had grown to a shoulder-length over time, he finds himself lowering his head to the crook of the wizard's neck, mumbling out a Goodnight on the pale skin.
He makes sure to place his feet on the bed before leaving the room. Also putting a bottle of water by the bed-side table, for when day began. Glancing back one last time he leaves from the sleeping wizards room. Closing the once opened door.
Walking down further down the hallway he comes to a stop and turns to his own room. He just stands there, staring at the wooden surface. He moves closer and begins to continually bang his head against it. Hating himself for the entire event that just happened, from the bar to coming home.
"What is wrong with you?,"
Another bang.
"You need to stop this,"
And another one.
"Just -- Fuck." He whispers out with one last knock with his forehead.
He slams a fist on the surface, that echoed in the hallway, before turning the round metal in his hands and slamming the door shut on his way inside. Immediatly, he flops himself on his bed before he's sent into a dark oblivion.
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I have to do this right? It's for the best.
Bitting down on his lower lip for the millionth time that mourning, he sits by the island on a tall stool. Frowning down in his cup of hot liquid.
The poor coffee only wanted to be in good use, not having a staring contest with the consumer.
Jim rolls his eyes and pushes away his cup. His fingers intwined together on the cold surface while his left leg bounces by each passing second.
The trollhunter hadn't seen the wizard as yet.
Why am I nervous about this? We're just gonna talk.
He groans and leans his forehead a-top the island, hands came waving back his dark hair.
Thinking back at last night's events, his mind stops on that pink-head.
If I'm not mis-taken, it was Zoe, right?
Jim vividly remembers Douxie mentioning her once, when he had ask about a woman that had dyed pink in her hair and some odd tattoos.
Yeah, that just sounds about it.
He guessed to himself that maybe he could ask the wizard once more if he could remember anything about last night -- or more to say about what Zoe and him had been out that late at night doing. Maybe it seemed like he was being nosey or trying to pry into the other's life -- but this was his boyfriend he's talking about. They say trust brings the two closer in a relationship, or whatever.
It doesn't matter either way, on every mourning that the other would clean up from his drunk self, trying to recall what happened the night would be like asking a book without pages. If you could even call it a book...
Raising his head up and bringing his hands from his messy hair, he lowers them under his head leaning his chin on it momentarily. His leg finally stops it's up and down ride.
He glances below at the cream-white cup that probably went cold by now. That set the male to certainly lose his appetite for it.
I should just throw you out now. Not like your doing anything to help with my situation except to sit there like your being praised.
With fingers still intwined together, he brings them down to rest on his lap. Wanting so badly to demolish that cup already. He let it get the best of him and he reaches out toward it, only stopping himself when he reaches halfway. Just by hearing footstep, and knowing that they are the only two that live in the house, Douxie came walking down the stairs.
A towel wrapped around his waist, body and long hair dripping wet with water, landing on the floor silently.
And Jim, with a frozen open palm that had been reaching for the glass cup, had to witness the sight with wide eyes. His brain, mind and body forgot how to function properly. Only being able to think, even though the stupidity of it was already stupid, that if he were to be completely still, the once apprentice wouldn't sence him there.
That's exactly how it went, Jim in a still state with eyes glued to the half-naked body right before him.
Douxie had stood by the fridge searching it's contents during that time. Jim went red by every movement his boyfriend did, not knowing if he could hold it together long enough until he would eventually leave.
Douxie then closed the fridge, and that made the trollhunter sigh internally from relief.
Now just walk back upstairs...
But no, the older didn't make a move to that direction. Infact, he wasn't moving at all.
Go. Up. Stairs.
What was he waiting on? The blue-haired male turned his head,
No no no no no
facing the still body that sat by the island. His hazel eyes becoming confused as to why the younger had wide opened eyes.
He remembers the many times that Douxie would usually do this from time to time, but it wasn't exactly his fault. It wasn't on purpose, just somewhat an unaware habit. And would never forget how it always ended up...
He couldn't help it when his eyes drifted to the towel wrapped around the taller's lower area and quickly caught himself to look back at the hazel eyed male. Douxie saw him do it and looked down on himself too, then slowly raised his head back up realizing what he had done. His eyes also widening.
The two of them mouthed 'Fuck'.
"Douxie," it sounded so odd to say his name, his throat felt dry, he clenched his hand that had still been on his lap, trying to resist the growing urge, "We need to talk..."
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