(Rated M for Self Harm and Naughtiness.)
From then on everything just felt off to Devin. Everyone in the shop could feel that something had happened between Smith and Devin but no one said anything. It only grew more tense as the time passed. Devin caught Davey looking over at Smith one day wondering, wanting to know but Smith just shook his head telling him to lay it to rest.
Devin was glad that Smith wasn't saying anything. Still the simple fact that he knew didn't sit well with him at all. Fear filled Devin, once one knew everyone would know and his life would be over.
He knew Smith was trying to talk to him but he honestly kept dodging him just not ready yet. Wishing but knowing that no matter how hard he tried to play normal it wasn't going to be normal again. He already knew what he was going to say hearing his father voice in his head as he thought about it. His body tensing up and aching as he relieved the pain inflicted on him all over again. Sunshine shaking his shoulder hard, pulling him from his thoughts.
"The phone is for you." She Smiled, motioning him to pick it up."Tainted Flesh Devin Speaking."
"You're a hard man to get a hold of you know."
He already knew who it was calling. In the mood he was already in this just wasn't a good time for her to be adding to his crumbling life.
"Tink, I've already fucking told you that I'm not coming to see him. He's dead to me. Dustin made his decision a long time ago. The gang or family and it's clear to see which he chose."
At the time he didn't notice that his voice was getting louder as he spoke, hurt and anger in his tone.
"Devin, he's your brother. The only family you have. He still loves you. Never stopped no matter what happened between the two of you."
"Loves me! Don't dare say that he does or ever did. It's a lie, it's all lies. Dustin never loved his faggot of a little brother that was made clear more than once and if it's bothering him so much why isn't he calling me instead of you."
He heard Tink huff on the other end of the line, trying to think of what to say. Devin saw that everyone in the shop was staring at him. Davey's jaw even dropped a bit.
"Dustin's changed." She said finally.
"Thirteen years too late!" Devin yelled, slamming the phone down.
He knew she wasn't the one to take the blame out on or his anger for that matter that she was only trying to help but it was past time for him to boil over and explode. He had been simmering with the lid on for so long.
Standing up from his chair whipping his jacket off the back of it as he looked around at everyone staring back at him.
"The fuck you looking at?" He barked at them.
Smith got up from his chair leaving his client as he walked over to him.
"Don't even bother, I quit." Spoke Devin looking him dead in the eye before he turned and headed out the front door pulling on his jacket.
Finding the pack of cigarettes in his pocket lighting one up, taking a long drag from it. There was no way he could cause a scene like that and not get fired. Smith didn't let shit like that ride in front of his clients.
Let alone could he show his face at work again after dropping a bomb like that. Davey's jaw dropped in shock. Sunshine staring at him passing glances to Ash like they had a bet or something about him going on.
He's life was officially over. It was just as simple as that.
* * * * * *
"I've already told you Son, you're cut off."
"I'm fucking paying for it." Devin spoke words slurring as he did.
Eyes glossed over from all the shots he's tossed back since he walked in the door a few hours ago. Wanting to drown his pain away and so far it felt like it was working. Devin didn't feel shit. His body numb, mind quiet for once.
Hand pushing the glass of water placed in front of him to the side, it wasn't what he ordered or wanted.
"That's not what I asked for." He slurred, knocking it over accidentally.
Sending water all over the bar top the bartender cracked his neck out of frustration as he grabbed a rag to wipe it up.
"Really Devin!"
He heard a voice from behind him causing him to turn around moving too fast he fell off the bar stool almost hitting the floor. Hunter caught Devin picking him back up, steadying him against the bar behind him.
"It's about fucking time. Real close to kicking him out on his ass." Spoke the bartender.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Devin pushed Hunter back away from him, fucking up because he actually needed Hunter so he could stand up right gripping the bar for support at the last minute.
"Smith called me. I'm taking you home." He gripped Devin again before he fell for the second time, looking at the bartender. "Sorry about him, had a rough day at work."
Pulling out his wallet slapping some money down in a hurry as he watched Devin start to lean to the side again.
At this point the bartender was over the whole situation grabbing the money and moving away. Hunter grabs Devin's cell off the bar before gripping his arm tight again.
"The fuck is your problem Devin?" Snapped Hunter once they got outside.
"Don't fucking man handle me like that."
Devin pulled away too fast causing himself to brush into the brick wall of the building.
"Then fucking walk." Snapped Hunter moving on like he didn't care anymore about what might happen to him.
"I can't." Spoke Devin mellowing out, there was no way he was going to be making it anywhere alone in the state he was in.
"Hey! Never mind, the ground is moving on it's own."
Laughing at the thought, the world moving around him while he stood still. Feeling Hunter grab his arm again steadying him as they walked to his car.
"Are you going to throw up?" Asked Hunter, concerned again mostly for the car at this point.
Devin looked up at Hunter seeing two of him weaving back and forth before shaking his head no. Hunter pulled the keys from his pocket unlocking the car helping Devin in then leaning across him as he buckled the seat belt.
"You smell good." Spoke Devin grinning at him.
Hunter shook his head moving over to the other side of the car. Devin resting his head against the headrest looking out the window.
"My life is over." He mumbled.
"Devin your life isn't over. If anything it's just starting."
This got Devin to turn and look in his direction before he started laughing out loud taking a long moment to collect himself before he could speak again.
"Just starting? No. I quit my job today, after I outed myself to the world. So everybody knows, everyone is judging me. Tink keeps bothering me about a brother that I never had. Saying he's changed since he's been locked up like that makes a difference. He chose to leave me. Leave me alone when he knew I couldn't take our father. Hell he ran away himself. If he couldn't take him how could I?"
Devin grew quiet, resting his head against the window closing his eyes. Hunter kept his attention on the road but that didn't stop him from listening to Devin as he spoke, glancing over at him. There was so much more to Devin's past that he knew nothing about understanding what Smith was hinting to the other day.
Devin really had his demons.
"Devin you know I'm here if you want to talk."
"You're just here for when you want something from me like sex. Just like everyone else. Take. Take. Take."
"Will you fucking let that go already."
"No. Pull over and let me out." Devin pulled the lock up on the door.
Hunter locking it back, "I'm not letting you out. You're going to get arrested or run over if I do."
"I don't fucking care. I want out. I can't breath in here and being ran over actually sounds pretty good right now."
A quick and swift end to him.
Letting out a long sigh, "You don't mean that Devin."
"You don't fucking know me or what I want so stop acting like you do."
Pulling into the parking lot of Devin's apartment complex cutting the engine off.
"Devin," Fingers gripping his chin making him look his way. "That's what I'm trying to do."
Hunter was serious; he was trying to get to know Devin the real one not the one he let everyone else see. There were moments when he got a glimpse of him and could read through all the bullshit he put up seeing what he truly thought and felt but it was getting harder for him to do.
"Let me out." Spat Devin again hearing the locked door click open.
Fingers fumbling with his seat beat till that too click for him. Struggling to get up from the seat using the door to guide him.
"Let me help." Hunter spoke asking this time before grabbing his arm.
Getting Devin up the three flights of stairs was just amazing. His complex doesn't have an elevator in it that currently works. So they had to stop about every four steps so Devin's world would stop spinning around him, making him nauseated.
"Where are your keys?" Asked Hunter as he leaned Devin against the wall by his door.
Devin smiling then shrugging his shoulders, "Beats me."
"Don't tell me you don't have them."
Hunter ran his fingers along the top side of the door frame feeling around for a spare one. Running his hand along the front of Devin's jeans feeling for them in his pockets.
"Hey, hey, that's going to cost you." Spoke Devin swatting his hands away.
"I'm not playing right now Devin."
"Neither am I."
Feeling his back pockets to find an empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
"Did you leave them at the bar?"
Devin shook his head again, finally fishing in his jacket pulling out his keys.
"Found them." He laughed.
Hunter snatched them from Devin unlocking the door, pulling him inside.
"I know what would make you happier Mr. Sour Pants." Spoke Devin, stumbling away from Hunter.
"What is that?"
Hunter shutting the door behind him, tossing Devin's keys in the bowl he had on the little entrance table. Thinking right about now he could use a drink or two himself.
"Me." Smiled Devin, pulling off his jacket.
"You're drunk and going to bed."
"What you don't want me? Had no problem before."
Devin pulled off his shirt tossing it on the floor by his jacket, reviling more fresh scars about his upper forearms. It wasn't the first time Hunter noticed them. They had been there the entire time he's known Devin.
"I thought you liked me." He spoke moving over to Hunter, hands trailing up underneath his shirt feeling across his abs.
"Devin." His breath catching in his throat as he pulls on the front of his jeans popping the button loose.
"See, your body wants me."
Taking in a deep breath Hunter pulled Devin's hands away before he could go any further, turning him around pushing him off to the bedroom.
"I like it when you take charge but we don't always have to fuck in bed. I'm fond of the shower myself."
Personally any other night Hunter would love this Devin hot and horny for him but tonight it just felt wrong. He felt that he would actually be taking advantage of him.
Devin turns back around facing him, pressing his lips against Hunter's neck wanting him, tongue trailing over his sweet spot, his hands up under his shirt again feeling along his body. Hunter's eyes closing in the moment feeling himself being pulled into Devin's touch.
"You want me." Teased Devin running his hand along the front of Hunter's jeans grabbing a hold of him. "I can tell."
That wasn't a lie either Hunter did want him. His body already heightened by the attention. Telling himself he needed to stop Devin but couldn't do it letting his touch carry on over his body. Devin smiled as he unzipped Hunters jeans letting his hand slip inside the freed space.
"You want me."
Hunter huffing, as he leaned his head back sinking into the moment. The muffled sound of Devin dropping to his knees pulled him back to reality, he couldn't go through with this. What the fuck was wrong with him, just because his partner had a few drinks? That's never stopped him before.
He knew Devin would only hate him more for taking advantage of him like this, giving him more evidence in his case implying even more to the fact that all he wanted was sex from him.
"Devin, come on let's get you in bed."
Hunter lifted him back up to his feet just long enough to get him on the bed, pulling his boots off.
"See can't wait to get me undressed."
Devin ran his hand along his own frame, "You can have me!"
A groan leaving Hunter's lips as he really thought about it, just his words alone were making him hard.
"I can't tonight, maybe another time."
Depending on how much he was hated after this. Pulling him higher up on the bed throwing the comforter over him, walking out to the kitchen pouring a glass of water and grabbing some aspirin for him. Having flashbacks of his first night here.
Devin grew quiet as he laid there, eyes heavy with sleep and hurt not looking at Hunter when he returned to the room.
"You never wanted me to begin with, did you, Austi . . . "
Was all he got out before passing out.
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