Waking the next morning Devin knew he was in his own bed just not sure how he got there. Turning over only to turn into the sun blazing in through his bedroom window, confusing him even more because he never opened his curtains. His head pounding as he blinked his eyes before giving in and pulling the pillow back over his head groaning at the pain.
"Good we didn't kill you last night," Said Hunter entering the room, "I hope you don't mind. I crashed here on the sofa. Didn't feel like driving across the city to my hotel."
That was partly a lie, Hunter didn't want to be alone just because he was used to it didn't mean he liked or cared for it. His hand nudging Devin making him to groan in the process. Devin pulled the pillow off his head before he sat up taking the Motrin and water from Hunter. He tossed the pills back, chugging the whole bottle of water before throwing it to the side of the bed.
"This fucking pounding. I don't know how Davey and Smith do this every weekend."
"Ah that's the price of having a good time." Laughed Hunter, making his way over to the chair in the corner of the room.
Hunter slouched down, knees apart till he got comfortable eyes looking over at Devin. He could feel Hunter looking at him as he rested his head on the back of the head board, eyes closed wondering what happened last night and how he ended up home.
"Davey's sister ran her car into a ditch so Smith and him went with the truck to pull her out before the cops got there. You were wrapped around the toilet at The Score in no shape to leave yet, so I offered to take you home."
Devin opened his eyes for a moment looking at Hunter, hating how he just seemed to be able to read his mind with ease. First about his eyes then about this. Made him feel validated in a way, having his private thoughts so open to him.
Only remembering bits and pieces of what went on last night taking shots after shots, chatting, Hunter pressing him against the wall.
The kiss!
Unknowingly as he thought of the kiss he touched his own lips with his fingertips.
"I gotta get ready for work." Spoke Devin quickly.
Moving his hand from his lips holding back the embarrassment he felt, swinging his legs over the side of his bed seeing that getting up was going to be harder than he thought it would be. Head spinning as he stood up slowly making his way over to his bathroom attached to his room, leaving the door cracked behind him out of habit.
His fingers once again touching his lips at the thought of Hunter's soft full ones pressed against his own, the cool feeling of his metal lip ring. It made him smile for a second.
The quickly wanting to shake the dirty feeling he felt within him at the action. Hunter was in the wrong for forcing himself on him like that. The whole thing was just wrong.
"Smith said it's cool if you're late or to take the day off if need be."
Hunter trying to hold back the laugh that was building in him Devin just looked so pitiful, feeling a bit bad for making him drink last night.
"Fuck." Yelled Devin as he turned on his sink to find that the water wasn't working at all.
"Yeah. No water. They left a note saying they had to get you a new tank so it won't be back on till tomorrow-ish."
"How the fuck am I supposed to live without water."
He was pissed off. He just wanted to brush his teeth, take a hot shower and go to work. Devin needed to keep himself busy so he didn't think about his ill actions from the night before. Settling for just mouthwash figuring he could shower at Smiths later.
"If you want you can shower at my hotel that's on the way then I'll swing you back by the shop."
Hunter once again seemed to know what he was thinking. He had nothing to do till that evening, meeting with some of the guys about the potential signing. His mates were coming in a few days for the recording so till then he was riding solo.
The suggestion crossed Devin's mind more than once before he left the bathroom falling back on his bed, hands rubbing his temples. He smelt like booze.
"Can we get food at some point?" Asked Devin peeping over at Hunter in the corner.
Laughing. "We can do food too."
It took Devin a good moment before he got up from his bed grabbing his back pack from his closest tossing a change of clothes in it along with his things from the bathroom before he pulled on his boots at the front door. Making sure he had his keys before locking it behind them.
As they headed down to his Charger he wondered if Devin was just going to ignore the kiss or say something about it. He didn't mind being called out on his acts.
Devin hissed as he walked outside at the sun, hand covering his eyes before he felt another nudge from Hunter handing over his shades.
"Take em."
Clicking the button on his keypad unlocking his car before hopping in, pulling out his spare shades from the center console, Hunter had multiple pairs do to his eyes. Grey pigments didn't do well in bright settings. Devin tossed his bag on the floor as he sat down even with the shades on he closed his eyes leaning his head back on the seat.
"I'm never getting pushed into drinking again."
"You'll live, trust me." Spoke Hunter as he whipped it out of the parking lot.
Heading down the main road to the other side of the city. Devin stayed quiet not really sure what to say. Not sure if he even wanted to say anything to begin with. His fingers fidgeting with the end of his shirt, nervous.
It was an awkward quiet between the two of them for him but pleased that Hunter left the music off so the only sound was the loud purring of the engine, not sure his headache could take more than that.
"The bathroom is that way."
Hunter pointed off to the back of his room or should he say suite. Devin tried not to look shocked but his hotel room was better than the shit apartment.
"I thought you were still under ground." Mumbled Devin as he walked to the back.
"Doesn't mean I don't know how to handle my money."
The main reason he got the suite was for the simple fact it came with a complete kitchen so while he was here he could cook, the one thing that he loved almost as much as performing and making music.
In the shower he washed the night away scrubbing the scent of liquor off his skin and hair, the feeling of Hunter pressing against him. Standing under the hot water letting it run over him washing it all away. Stepping out drying off when he got a whiff of something amazing, mouthwatering.
Quickly pulling on his black fitted jeans and matching tee shirt. Black was the only color Devin owned, slipping back into his boots stuffing his dirty clothes in the backpack before finally leaving the bathroom. When he found Hunter in the kitchen it wasn't what he expected, room service was more of what he had in mind.
"What?" Asked Hunter.
"Nothing. Just didn't assume when I asked for food that meant you cooking."
Hunter motioned Devin to sit at the counter, placing a plate on the breakfast bar in front of him then then his own next to him.
"I wasn't sure what so I just touched on everything."
He had enough time to make pancakes, sausage, and bacon, scrambled eggs, even cut up some fruit. To Hunter this was nothing; he had whipped it all up in half an hour. Devin's stomach growled as he picked up his fork not waiting to be told twice to eat. It was fucking good too. Hunter joined Devin at the bar flipping through his phone catching up on some emails and text while he ate.
"So goth metal front man by night, cook by day."
"That and a few other things."
Hunter wore many hats. His response caused Devin to wonder while he ate, thankful for the greasy bacon that was the key to curing all hangovers. The pounding in his head had finally relaxed to a subtle but steady drumming, something he could manage. Clearing his plate in no time even requested for another pancake before he called it quits.
Eyes glancing over at Hunter a few times who was engulfed in his phone he hardly noticed the looks from Devin. He wanted to ask why he had kissed him last night. Why did he think that was okay for him to do? Though Devin wouldn’t allow himself to ask it just acting like it didn’t happen allowed him to feel better about it all, pushing it down inside locking it all away where he liked it to be.
Getting dropped off at work just after twelve Smith and Davey applauding him as he walked in which was immediately met with a fuck you both and never again. Taking his spot behind the counter Ash patted him on the back having some sympathy for him commenting that she liked his new shades too.
Devin had forgotten he even had them surprised Hunter didn’t ask for them back knowing they had to be expensive, the edge of them reading Ray-Ban. Making a mental note to give them back the next time he saw him.
As for work it went on like any other day except for Davey picked harder at him. Devin was used to it though. The whole shop was its own unit, family so to say it was fine if they did it to each other but if an outsider came in and tried something it was on especially if it was towards the girls. Smith didn’t allow any form of disrespect towards the girls in his shop.
Out on a smoke break Devin leaned against the back of the building one foot propped against the wall as he inhaled. At this point smoking was just a habit he wasn’t willing to break. It kept his hands busy for a few moments.
When he first picked up smoking it was something that gave him a rush so to say it calmed his nervous fits relaxing him. Wishing it still gave his brain that numbing pulsating feeling. Phone buzzing in his back pocket, a text from an unknown number.
‘Left your shit in my room.'
'Stole your shades too.'
'Keep 'em, I'll bring your things by later after my meeting if that's cool.'
'Kay, no rush.'
Devin put the bud out in the bottom of his boot like always, another habit before heading back inside finishing out his shift for the day. He stayed late cleaning over everything once more responding to emails and messages sent to the joint account before locking up and calling it a night.
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