Three's a Crowd - Group RP with Levy, Blue and Squeeze.

[SqueezeBabe]

Luke shrugged at Alec's refusal and stood up, heading back towards the bar, ordering another round of ciders. The pub was slowly filling up with backpacker types - guys and girls wearing casual clothes, all nicely tanned, and as the law of averages would have it, all incredibly good looking people. He smiled and flirted casually, not really serious about it... after all, he was sure that Danjel was "keeping an eye" on him. He walked back to where they were all sitting, and noticed Bryan had already stretched out on the table. He chuckled. "Here, you need to be drinking this stuff, not that shitty beer" he said, handing Bryan a bottle. He handed a bottle to Alec, "Here, non alcoholic even" he said with a wink. He settled himself back down on the couch seat and started drinking his own bottle.

 

The conversation was flowing easily, no one was asking personal questions, and it all just seemed to revolve around mundane stuff, much to Luke's relief. He could get used to socialising as long as it stayed like this. Though he was starting to lose track of the time, and the number of ciders he'd drunk... He noticed that the pub lights were going slightly dim, the easy music still playing. "Geen rave vanavond?" No rave tonight? he asked Danjel quietly in Dutch. Danjel smiled at him as he took a mouthful of his drink and shook his head, "De eigenaar zei dat hij een rustig vanavond een wilde" The owner said he wanted a quiet one tonight he replied. Luke quickly finished off his drink and stood up, slightly unsteady. "Bathroom" he said to the others and walked off in search of it, hearing Danjel's throaty chuckle behind him.

[b.lueeyes]

Alec was a little unnerved, surprised in the least at Bryan's behaviour. Yet, he allowed him to take his drink, and he allowed him to stay close to him. The fact that the Frenchman was that close was surprising to him, he found himself occasionally looking down to admire the paleness of that face, the darkness of that hair. When his eyes weren't on Alec, his eyes were on Luke, who flittered through the crowd like a social butterfly with teeth and intelligence, flirting easily with the majority of people he passed.

 

He saw the small conversation between him and Danjel, his eyes narrowing, and he turned to Bryan. "Be careful, I'm going to check on Luke." He said as he pushed off of the bar, leaving Bryan with his drinks.

[Levirivaille]

Bryan had watched the last familiar, and all the more secure man walk away, leaving him to turn and face Danjel, an un-nerving feeling played at the back of his throat. Bryan's cheek flushed into a light pink, internally wandering what to say to the man, he had something about him which was even more appealing as Bryan shifted through the different stages of influence from the alcohol, the attractive male was at least another length taller than Bryan, broad in the shoulder, narrow in the hip, and with enough muscle in between that, he had looked like the fully capable athlete he'd supposedly been instead of the small toy Bryan seemed to come across as.

 

"Ehhh..... We've been left alone." The boy finally piped up, building a small tower with the shot glasses that had been left behind in Luke's absence, his accent heavily noticeable through the slurs and such that fell through his plump lips, he moved one of the bottles around in a circle as he slumped over the bar." Wander how long they'll be.." He pouted with a flutter of lacy eyelashes

[SqueezeBabe]

Luke stumbled slightly on his way to the bathroom, Shit, I didn't drink that much did I? he thought to himself, as he dragged a hand through his hair. He didn't really need to use the bathroom as such, he just... needed to get away from Danjel for a bit. The guy just projected heat at him, and when he should feel uncomfortable about it, he just felt... needy. He finally found the bathroom, and leaned over the basin, splashing some cold water on a face that felt hot and flushed, whether from alcohol or frustration, Luke wasn't sure anymore. He wiped his face with some paper towel, and leaned a hand against the wall, trying to pull himself together. He took a few deep breathes and stepped back out of the bathroom.

 

The hallway to the bathroom was dark, and there seemed like there were alcoves along the way where you could sit down if you felt that way inclined. Luke decided that he did, in fact, feel that way inclined at the moment. He stepped into one of the alcoves and sat down, sprawling himself out on the bench. The window above the bench was wide open, letting the cool breeze in, fanning his face. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes, leaning against the wall and letting the breeze float over him. "Hey there handsome.." A soft feminine voice broke the silence. Luke opened one eye, surprised to see one of the cute girls from the bar in front of him. The surprise didn't last long and he grinned as she climbed into his lap, straddling his hips. A perfunctory kiss, a bit of a grope, she fumbled with his jeans as he hitched up her skirt... The only sound was their heavy breathing, broken by the tearing of plastic, and then the breathing got heavier.

 

X-----X------X------X

 

Danjel smiled at the little French guy. "Tu ressembles à une petite poupée de porcelaine" You look like a little china doll he said in French, reaching over to brush the hair from Bryans face, his fingers lingering over his cheek bones. "Je suis sûr que je pourrais vous soulever d'une seule main." I'm sure I could lift you with one hand. He smiled one of his dazzling smiles, knowing that it wouldn't take long for Bryan to fall under his spell. The poor kid was already well on his way to being drunk, Danjel was sure that it wouldn't take much to get him under him. Trust Luke to find some interesting friends. Danjel stood up, and pulled Bryan to his feet, easily and gently. "Viens, allons chercher Luke et Alec" Come, lets look for Luke and Alec.

[b.lueeyes]

Alec fled the bar and moved down the corridors towards the bathroom, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time out of habit, even when he had a perfectly good (rather expensive) watch strapped to his wrist. Shaking his head, he slowed his pace, enjoying the breeze coming through the windows. Nearly ten at night. He sighed, shoving it back into his pocket, looking up down the corridor, his heart stopping for a second as he took in the sight.

 

Luke, on that bench, some random girl in his lap, with his head thrown back against the wall. It was fucking obvious what they were doing. The runner stood there, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, biting into the skin as he took in the straining of his neck, the tousled red hair...a flush settled across his cheeks, his eyes narrowing in on him, dark cobalt and intense.

[Levirivaille]

"euh ... Je euh ... merci ... Je pense que cela ressemble à un plan ...." uh... i uh... thank you... i think, that sounds like a plan.... Bryan, at the single uttermost brush of their skin, let out a slight gasp, his cheeks turning from a fond pink to a intentional gradient of crimson. damn that alcohol... it appeared it had heightened most of his feelings, The earlier conversation between Danjel and Luke returned to him strangely, and he frowned, glancing back towards the bar with a hesitant whimper. Danjel had implied heavily that he'd known things about Luke that few were privy to, but Bryan was certain that, even if he did know, he didn't really understand. To Bryan, the safety of the bar became distant as he followed through the crowd, yet it was eagerly, if Danjel had enough force to have that effect on luke ( a man Bryan deemed heavily superior, and strong) what would he have the capability to do to a simple, naive french boy who's answer was, to everything- 'yes'. Danjel seemed like man who enforced his control over people with brute gesture and attractive enforcement – yet he had concept of gentle persuasion or of positive manipulation.

 

Bryan was hopeful, all the least.

[SqueezeBabe]

Luke bit his lip to stop from groaning out loud, Damn she's good he thought to himself. She was all soft and moist and best of all, silent. He didn't think he could handle a screamer at this point in time, or here, in this place... Her face did look beautiful in the moonlight, but he could tell that she was only doing this for herself, he was just... there to help. Her brow creased up, and her breathing hitched, he could feel her body begin to shudder. He let himself get swept away in the moment and just held her until they both caught their breath. She smiled down at him, almost shyly and disengaged herself. She pulled down her skirt and adjusted her clothing, giving him a wink before walking back off into the darkness. He let out a sigh, Awww man, I have to clean up too? He fixed himself up and headed back into the bathroom to dispose of the "evidence." As he was washing his hands he sighed. Whilst that chance encounter did take the edge off some of what he was feeling, it was a poor substitute for what he knew it could feel like. He leaned his forehead against the bathroom mirror, at least he didn't feel hot anymore...

 

X-----X-----X-----X

 

Danjel was hardly surprised that the little Frenchman offered no resistance to his coaxing. He knew that Luke would've gone to the bathroom, and then would have been "distracted" by the girl he had watched follow him. That left Alec. Who knows what the surly man thought he would achieve by following Luke, Danjel smiled to himself, perhaps he wanted to watch Luke get it on? He looked down at Bryan, who's face was flushed from the alcohol and probably from his attention, and smiled another dazzling smile at him, pulling him close. "Attentive maintenant, vous ne voulez pas tomber..." Careful now, you don't want to fall...

 

Danjel noticed that beer garden was quiet and dark, no doubt "closed" because there was nothing on tonight. He smiled to himself, it would be perfect... He coaxed Bryan out with sweet words, guiding him into one the dark corners before leaning down and capturing his lips, his tongue gently pushing into Bryan's mouth. Danjel licked his own lips, the little Frenchman tasted so deliciously sweet, he tasted like... "avez-vous fait cela avant?" Have you done this before? he whispered against Bryan's ear, deliberately tickling it with his breath...

[b.lueeyes]

Alec had watched the two of them from a darkened part of the corridor, unable to help the small stirring in his groin at the sight. God, it wasn't even the girl, despite how beautiful he had to admit that she was, it was Luke, his face. Alec had barely even known the guy for very long, and in that time he had practically thrown himself across his table, nearly destroyed his phone, wowed him with another language, saved him from an awkward and possibly degrading conversation with a coach and dragged him here. And yet; the man was stunning, he had to admit. Alec fought the urge to just let his hand slide into his jeans and take care of it, but he controlled himself, biting his lower lip a little harder, the skin red and a little plump from all the attention.

 

No; don't do it, Alec, you know you'll regret it.

 

So he didn't, and when the girl finally left him, after that quiet but delicious climax (in which Alec had found his attention torn between Luke and the girl in his lap) she passed him down the corridor, running a hand over his arm and saying something in Swedish, from the sound of it. Dammit, what was with all of these languages? Alec cursed under his breath and fled down the corridor towards the bathroom, willing his erection away as he stepped into the tiled room. He spotted Luke immediately, towards the far wall, his forehead pressed against the mirror.

 

Sighing, the runner leant against the door, crossing his arms, licking his lips once before he spoke, breaking the silence. The cyclist obviously hadn't noticed him. "You're a fucking idiot, you know that, right?" He said bluntly, his tone low and as serious as he could make it. He had never been one for subtlety when he thought something was stupid.

[Levirivaille]

Bryan's body remained stiff against the corner wall, There were days when his demons had been kept in check, when all He wished was to preserve that untouched sweetness he had savoured for countless years, to prevent any hint of blackness dimming the light of him. Yet, Sometimes He could even imagine that such a life as Danjel's might satisfy all his desires. Yet there was one problem...

 

Bryan was as pure as one could be.

 

He'd hardly even been kissed, none the less coaxed into such a place, with a unfamiliar man, where he knew what intentions lay beneath the husky voice, ghostly cool breath steaming across his neck, and the soft, divine lips locking to his.

the words. His teeth were clenched together so tightly between the syllables that he thought he might crack one." Non, monsieur" no,sir...-so now Bryan had become so immersed in Danjel that he was calling him sir?

he has a name idiot. " Non,Danjel..."

 

 

His accent heavily tainted the cool air, "n-Non je n'ai jamais ... i ... ne sais pas comment je serai ..." n-no i have never... i... do not know how good i will be... the Frenchman's manicured, tiny hands fiddled with the Man's shirt

 

Where had the eagerness come from... Did this make him perverted?

[SqueezeBabe]

"Vous n'avez pas à vous soucier de la qualité que vous serez" You don't have to worry about how good you'll be Danjel said with a whisper, "Je prendrai soin de vous..." I'll take care of you... Danjel kissed Bryan again, enjoying the feel of the diminutive man yielding beneath his lips, and kissed him until Bryan's breath was coming in gasps and the smaller man was clutching at his shirt. "Alors honnête..." So honest... he chuckled, running a thumb over Bryans dewy lips. He nuzzled at the sweet spot just under Bryan's ear as his hand slid down reaching between his legs, "Ah, non pas tout ce qui vous est petit, il semble" Ah, not everything about you is small it seems Danjel chuckled in Bryan's ear, taking the sensitive earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it, enjoying the reaction beneath his hand. He gave Bryan another kiss before kneeling in front of him, undoing the zip of his jeans and reaching inside...

 

X----X----X----X

 

Luke slowly lifted his head from the mirror to look at Alec, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying to smile. "Oh? What have I done now?" He opened his mouth to elaborate further, pushing a damp hand through his hair, when a thought crossed his mind. "How long have you been here?" he asked. His eyes narrowed slightly at Alec and his grip on the edge of the sink tightened, "How long have you been away from the others?" His thoughts were starting to catch up with where his mind was trying to go. His felt the blood start to drain from his face... "How long have you left Bryan alone with Danjel?"

[b.lueeyes]

Alec's eyes widened at his words, pushing away from the wall, leaving one hand behind, his face betraying his pure shock for a moment, probably the most honest expression he had shown all night. Danjel. The person he had come back here to talk to Luke about, the person he would have tried to warn him about, the person who he was suspicious about, he had left with possibly the cutest person he had ever met in his life.

 

The runner cursed and pushed off the wall. "Dammit, fuck, come on!" He yelled back to the redhead, practically pivoting out the door and sprinting down the corridor, quick and lithe like a fox darting away. It only took him fifteen strides to make his way down the corridor, his long legs pushing him all-too-easily down the way, his blazer flaring out behind him. He entered the bar and looked around, stopping quick and short, not even puffed. Nowhere to be seen. Dammit where were they?

[Levirivaille]

Bryan's dark eyes hooded blissfully, interestedly as he watched the man's physique lower itself till he had kneeled."Qu'entendez-vous-ah-" what do you mean-ah- instinctively, Bryan brought the back of his hand to his mouth, bitting on it softly as if to keep the loud gulping sob from escaping his lips, as much as he thought he knew Denjal's intentions, As such, the man could be unpredictable. As unpredictable as the divine experimentation that was occurring below his torso, a surge of lust dwelling in the iris of the Frenchman, his eyes dilated.

 

Bryan confirmed he was definitely perverted.

 

As the attractive male's thumbs began fitting neatly into the slight indentations where thigh and hip meet, bryan's dark locks tossed about against the brick, something overpowered him and he imagined what would follow; the anticipation of no matter how Much Bryan writhed, blushed, pleaded and begged, making soft, nervous empty threats that shake their way out of his vocal cords, the feelings wouldn't stop, Danjel, all the more, seemed to be enjoying the providing end.

 

Bryan began fisting his fingers in the feathery strands of The man's tangled blonde hair and trying to use his hold gently, soothingly. They hadn't even gotten far in the situation, and Bryan was still so sensitive, his body trembling, his pearl teeth biting down on the slowly more vobrant red of his plump, soft lips. "D-Danjel.." He mumbled gently, it was more of an invitation than a statement.

 

so this is what luke dealt with..

[SqueezeBabe]

"Shit!" Luke clenched his fists and ran out after Alec, slightly surprised to see that he was already at the other end of the corridor. He's quick he thought to himself, noting that Alec had already looked around the Bar area, and had still been unable to locate Danjel and Bryan. Luke chewed his lip. He honestly didn't think that Danjel had managed to drag Bryan to a hotel or a room upstairs, that was too blatent; that simply wasn't the Dutchmans style. There weren't too many places in the pub where you could drag someone off and have your way with them, there was the hallway where he'd just... he shook his head, they definitely weren't there, and there was... he looked towards the beer garden, noting that the door was slightly ajar. "Alec" he called out, "I think they're out there..." Luke rubbed his face, waiting for Alec to come over, "If it's not... too late, I'm going to..." he chewed his lip, "I'm going to piss Danjel off, so get ready to grab Bryan and run." He fished in his back pocket, "Here's my room key, I'm staying in the dorms, West Wing, top floor, room number is on the key" he said, handing the key over, "Take Bryan back there, he's staying in the dorms as well, wait for me yeah?" He gave Alec one of his own dazzling smiles, "Get ready to run" he said with a wink.

 

Luke stepped into the dark Beer Garden and paused. He could hear the soft panting sighs, the beautiful french vowels, and the definite slurping noises of someone being "busy". He spied movement in the corner, and quietly made his way over. He could see Danjel between the Frenchmans legs, definitely doing something unspeakable, At least they haven't gone all the way yet he thought to himself. "Danjel" he called out quietly into the gloom. Danjel paused in what he was doing and looked over his shoulder at Luke. "Ik ben bezig" I'm busy he said in Dutch. Luke couldn't help the terrible pang he felt in his chest, watching Danjel work Bryan over. He stole a look at the Frenchmans face, he looked as if he was too far gone to care about what was happening to him. "Niet Bryan, alsjeblieft, hij is te..." Not Bryan, please, he's too... Luke stopped. Was this about Danjel? Or Bryan? Normally he wouldn't care who the Dutchman slept with, but he felt that Bryan was a bit... beyond that... he wasn't the type to do it in the darkened shadows, Luke bit his lip, Bryan obviously wasn't like him.

 

Luke looked behind him to see where Alec was; he was hanging around the doorway of the beer garden. Luke was kinda glad that Alec couldn't understand Dutch at this point in time, but once he made it back to his dorm later tonight, he'd explain what had happened... if he had to...

 

Luke tensed himself, getting ready to run. Luke counted to three in his head. "Ik neukte je zus." I fucked your sister. As the words left his mouth, he was already backpeddling, just as well, Danjel was already on his feet and charging at him. He ducked past Alec, and legged it through the bar area, making a bee-line for the door. He gave Alec a wink as he rushed past, not having any time for anything more. He'd nearly made it through the door when he felt the strong arms around his waist, and a second later the Dutchman made contact, barreling them both out the door. He skidded across the footpath, the air knocked from his lungs, having the presence of mind to untangle himself from Danjel, and taking off down the street with the Dutchman right behind him...

[b.lueeyes]

Alec flattened himself against the door as the two of them sped past, Luke first followed by a furious, darkened looking Danjel. By god, that look was oh-so-familiar. Alec felt his breath leave him. He had no idea what it was that Luke had just said to him, but he could only hope that he knew what he was getting into. Clutching the keys in his hand tighter, his eyes flashed with determination

 

The runner turned out into the beer garden as soon as they were out of sight and strode towards Bryan, who was standing boneless against the wall, his breathing harsh and his pants down around his knees, sliding down more even. Alec would have flushed in any other moment, but he was too concerned about Bryan. Shoving the keys into his pocket, he reached out to gently touch Bryan's shoulder. "Bryan, you okay?" he asked quietly, touching his cheek, a lock of hair falling over his eyes. Then he moved to kneel, pulling up the swimmers boxers over his thighs, turning his eyes away with respect.

 

"Come on, let's get you out of here," he murmured as he pulled up the Frenchman's slacks, choosing to look into those intoxicated cobalt eyes, doing the button up seemingly too easily, before letting go momentarily to shrug his arms out of his blazer, the cool air fluttering over his arms as he wrapped it around the swimmer's shoulders. "Come on..."

[Levirivaille]

Bryan's dignity had felt at breach, and as he had glanced upwards in a moderate, still total unaware sense of intoxication at Alec, he had realised that the two men were infact somewhat heroes luke had almost sacrificed himself to draw Danjel's attention away, and Alec had this gentleness to him as he helped Bryan with his clothes, it was sympathy, but bryan was now intoxicated by something else other than just the alcohol, it was a sense of gratitude. He nodded limply at the Man's question, admiring the graceful Slim and dark haired, his eyes pale in the lantern light, he cut a rather unassuming figure, to the untrained eye.

 

He looked at him, an uncertainty in his eyes that he didn't fully understand. “I'm fine,” he said, hoping that all of the gratitude he felt was tangible in the words, it was almost drowned out and made impossible to understand. Bryan smiled briefly, but the uncertainty remained. “Thank you very much,” he said, again, a little too formal, hugging himself in a way that would deem like trying to bring back his security, and Bryan thought he understood, now, just how much Luke dealt with. The arm around his shoulder felt safe, not like when he had had contact with Danjel, Bryan may have been slightly drunk, but it wasn't hard to see the dangerous glint in the others eyes.

 

Eventually, the two began wandering back towards the dorms, bryan shifting on his legs as he waited for the door to be opened. " alec~~" he piped up eventually, breaking from the silence he with-held the whole way back, truth betold it was his worried thoughts wandering about luke .

 

 

" does this make me dirty."

[SqueezeBabe]

Luke leaned against the brick wall of the alley breathing heavily. He wasn't much of a runner, but lucky for him, neither was Danjel; they were both cyclists. It was also sheer luck that kept him one step ahead of the Dutchman, who he could currently hear out in the street, yelling in Dutch. Luke winced at a rather colourful phrase, and chuckled to himself, Sure, I deserved that one... He could understand why Danjel was so wild about him sleeping with his sister, those two were way too close, even going so far as to share bed partners... which is how Luke ended up where he was. He sighed to himself, despite all the threats, he didn't really think that Danjel would actually kill him; beat him up certainly, kill him, no... The light from the streetlight dimmed. Luke looked up to see Danjel standing in the mouth of the alley. He groaned, he really couldn't run anymore.

 

Luke put his hands up, "Ik ben klaar, heb je me, het spijt me..." I'm done, you've got me, I'm sorry... he said weakly, tensing himself up and closing his eyes for the punch that he knew would be coming. He heard Danjel step closer, felt the strong arms go around his shoulders, he opened his eyes in time to see Danjel's face come close, his lips brushing against Luke's own. Luke trembled slightly at the contact. "Bent u niet verondersteld worden het verslaan van de stront uit mij?" Aren't you supposed to be beating the shit out of me? Danjel chuckled, the sound low and strangely seductive. "Ik zie je later vermoorden, maar eerst moet je make-up voor de Fransman." I'll kill you later, but first you need to make up for the Frenchman. Luke felt his face grow hot, and Danjel leaned in and kissed him again...

[b.lueeyes]

"You...you don't need to thank me," He muttered quietly as he helped him through the back exit of the bar, through the beer garden gates. The walk back was slow and silent, but Alec couldn't bring himself to care. All he could think about was that he needed to get Bryan back to the dorms safe and sound, he owed Luke that much for leavin' the guy. He led him through the campus, one arm wrapped tight around his back, holding his warm blazer against his fairly broad shoulders. He was small, but he was built, that much Alec could tell.

 

He had half had to carry him up the steps, the intoxicated guy yes, so cute, but such a handful. He had to let go of him to fish the keys out of his pocket when he had finally found the right door, thanking Luke mentally for having given him the keys. At the question, his hand stilled on the lock and he froze, turning his eyes back over his shoulder. He pushed the key in and hurriedly jiggled it, about to curse when it unlocked, practically shoving the door open and letting his arm fall around Bryan's waist, tugging him inside and closing the door behind him.

 

The triathlete pulled the Frenchman close very gently, pulling him against his shoulder and keeping his arms wrapped around him, shaking his head. "No, a'course not." He said quietly, still holding the dark grey blazer around his shoulders, rubbing his hands over his shoudlers to try and give him some warmth. The room was freezing to say the least. "No, it doesn't; it just makes you a victim. I'm...sorry I left you there."

[Levirivaille]

Bryan moved his head to one side, in the direction of the voice, his body strangely stiff and uncooperative. There was strength in Alec's pull movements and the motion made nerves twinge all the way down his arm, awakening bryan's flesh to begin to heat itself back up." Don't... Er- how would i put it... Dont apologize- it wasn't your fault, you simply went to check on luke.." Bryan gave him a soft smile, then reached up, on tip toes, ( a litle shakily from the high he was experiencing from the alcohol) to brush some of the stray hair from Alec's forehead. Really it was just an excuse to gaze up at the man's blue eyes, they were so intense. Bryan's own hair was inky black with not a hint of brown, but he envied the other darkness to Alec's.

 

" sorry." His hand hesitated back downwards, and he shifted, a sudden redness overcame him.

 

Alec was the one that saw everything, the one who actually physically pulled Bryan's boxers back up.

 

" a-alec..." His expression had the obvious topic on his mind ." Just... Thanks for saving me... I want to tell luke that too." he nodded once, the alcohol still mixed with his head, and being in the man's arms wasn't helping the state he was in, Danjel hadn't exactly finished him either, so keeping everything in poise was taking it's toll.

[b.lueeyes]

Alec looked down at the dark haired man, his eyes wide for a moment in surprise. He was modest too; it was his fault that he had been molested in a beer garden, he had been the one to leave him. He caught the hand that touched his cheek, oblivious to the tension in the others body, brushing it off as being simply intoxication.

 

"Hey, I was the one...that left you, I shouldn'ta done that. I knew...I had suspicions about him, and I shouldn'ta." He murmured, gazing down to his pale face, one arm wrapped around his wait. "Ah, come on, sit down, I'll get you some water..." He turned his head to the side and moved them towards the bed, moving to sit the shorter man down on the unmade bed.

 

The runner took a moment to fix his jacket around his shoulders, before he stood up straight and went searching for the sink and a glass, noting that this was most definitely a cyclists home. He took hold of a tall slim glass and filled it with tap water, having to lean over a little to reach the tap.

[SqueezeBabe]

Luke staggered up the stairs of the dormitories. His face hurt from where Danjel had punched him, and his arse hurt from... His body gave an involuntary shudder. He winced, the shuddering made it hurt worse, and the wincing hurt his face even more. He reached up to touch his cheek, his fingers tracing the broken skin. He couldn't tell if the skin was broken from being punched or from having his face shoved against the brick wall... Fuck he felt tired. He needed to have a shower, the hotter the better as far as he was concerned. Maybe the hot water would wash away... He shuddered again. He was glad that the showers were at least before his room, and from memory, a towel and everything would be there in one of the lockers...

 

The hot water felt good against his skin, so he turned the tap on more until the room was steaming and his skin was red, and whilst the water made his body feel better, it did nothing for the turmoil in his mind, and so he stood there, trying to use the water to drown out his thoughts. He didn't know how long he stood there for, whether it was five minutes or an hour, but eventually he reached and turned the water off. It was silent except for the sound of dripping water. He shivered and reached for his towel, wrapping it low around his waist, he grabbed another and used it to wipe down the rest of his body, and threw it into the laundry basket.

 

He walked out of the bathroom towards his room, the towel still around his waist, he didn't even bother carrying his clothes, they were dirty and stained, so he'd just left them in his locker, intending to deal with them later. He leaned against the wall next to his door, his skin still faintly steaming in the cool airconditioned air. He just felt so tired. He chewed his lip. Bryan and Alec would still be in his room, and he had no idea how long it had been since they'd gotten there, nor any idea what they might be up to in his room. With a bit of luck, Bryan might be passed out on his bed, and perhaps Alec had been nosey enough to look into the huge wardrobe and find the beanbag and extra blankets. He smiled wistfully at the thought of an old-fashioned sleepover, like he used to have as a kid. I'm a bit old for that sort of thing now aren't I? he thought to himself.

 

He couldn't bring himself to knock on the door, so slumped against the wall, and slid down it, knees brought up to his chest. A hot tear escaped from the corner of his eye, stinging the skin of his cheek. Crap he thought, when's the last time I cried?

[Levirivaille]

" i-i- uh.. Thankyou~" To Bryan that in itself was a particularly soft yet tender gesture, Alec was so caring, Luke was also, the both of them, heroic, doing all they could for the frenchman. Bryan felt like he was a burden.

Bryan sat up, bracing his hand against the firm mattress for balance, half eased, half dropped into a sitting position, fidgety, but only a little, just enough to turn himself over and then settle back down again comfortably, his hands fiddled with the thick fabric hoodie he had been wearing, letting his dark eyes take in the area around him, Luke's room, it was fairly... Neat, not up to the compulsive standard of Bryan, but it was liveable.

Alone in the dim light, Bryan brought the tips of his two fingers to his lips, Denjal's own still had a memory there, it lingered, Bryan's memory shifted to wander what would've happened if his two saviours hadn't showed up. He turned his legs inwards, embarassingly trying to hide that area, just the thought that Denjal had been doing.. Certain activities.. There, made him queezy, he'd said little other than a sentence to the man, he didn't trust him either, if it was someone he knew and trusted, yeah, why not? But it surprised the Frenchman just how alcohol could change his perspective on such things.

 

Bryan still felt filthy.

 

He wandered what had happened to Luke, Luke had ran away, the threat chasing after him... It was basically Bryan's fault also, or he felt that way anyway.

[b.lueeyes]

Filling the glass to the brim, the Australian stood and moved back towards the Frenchman, looking around the room all the while, fairly spacious for a university room, and relatively clean. Alec thought then of the fact that he had practically thrown himself to the sharks so that they could get away; Alec felt a thread of worry flow through him, cutting like a knife to his gut. What if he did something? What if there was damage? Danjel was just like Gabe had been with him, and if he was anything like him when mad...

 

"Here's your water," he murmured quietly, sliding down to squat by the bed, passing him the water, the tiniest of smiles on his lips as he spotted the Frenchman. He looked dazed and out of it to say the least, and while it was probably not a good thing, Alec could not help the thought that he was beautiful even then. "Hang on, I forgot to take the keys out of the door." He told him, placing his hand over his as he set the water in his hands, before he pulled away, stood fluidly, and strode towards the door.

 

He opened the door and gave the slightest jump, his eyes widening as he took in the figure there by the door, his head bowed into his hands, his hair dripping wet. "Luke," he murmured quietly, sliding down to his knees next to him, leaving the door to swing open a little. He placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes softening as he shook him slightly. "Luke...come on, let's get you inside." Despite his steely and stoic demeanour, Alec knew what it was like to hurt, and he would help these guys...

[SqueezeBabe]

Luke looked up at the touch on his shoulder, half surprised to see that it was Alec. He mustered up one of his smiles, even though it felt like the side of his face was on fire. He slowly got to his feet, and the towel hovered dangerously low around his hips, and walked into his room. He noticed Bryan on the bed, and as much as he wanted to share it, after the events of the night, it probably wouldn't be a very good idea at all. He looked over his shoulder at Alec, "You might as well spend the night" he said, walking over to the wardrobe, dragging out the beanbag and extra blankets he kept in there. "You can share the bed with Bryan, I'll... sleep on the floor. It will be fun, just like a primary school sleepover!"

 

He dropped the beanbag and blankets in the middle of the room, there was plenty of space once he packed away his bike rollers. He turned and faced the other two. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty damn tired. I usually sleep without clothes, but tonight I'll make an exception just for you guys" he said with a wink. He walked over to his drawers and rummaged around for sleeping boxers, he knew that there were a pair of silk ones in there somewhere. He found the black sleeping shorts and flourished them triumphantly, "Ha! I knew that these were in here" he said with a grin, which became short-lived as the precarious hold of the towel gave way, it fluttering to the floor. Luke sighed theatrically and slipped his long legs into the shorts, pulling them up with a snap of elastic. "Sorry, I tend not to... care about being naked" he was at least a little apologetic as he kicked the beanbag into shape. "I have spare clothes if you guys want to get changed..."

[b.lueeyes]

"Luke," he murmured quietly, but firmly, stopping the man's talking in its tracks with a sharp, almost too serious glare. The man was in shock, just a little, but it was there. He was too happy, too tense, and too chirpy to be alright. He took a step forward and stood between him and the beanbag, shaking his head, and reached out to touch his arm. "Luke...sit down." He asked, yet he left no room for argument, gesturing him towards the bed.

 

He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and opened the inner zipper pocket, pulling out a small pill container, one of two in there. He popped out two painkillers, and checked the dosage on the side before he went to get some more water, managing to find a glass. He walked towards the man again, picking up one of the blankets from the floor on the way. "Take this..." he muttered quietly, passing him the pills and the water, before he moved to throw the blanket around his shoulders.

 

His hand found Bryan's, and he reached out to place a hand on Luke's shoulder as he knelt down in front of him, his dark blue eyes serious, and eerily all-knowing. "You don't need to do anything else for us tonight...you take your bed, it's yours. You must be tired, so...do not strain yourself." His eyes flickered down to the painkillers. "Those will help. Trust me; I know." His last words were very quiet, and as he stood again, his expression turned to stoic and serious again, while it had scarcely needed to change to become concerned in the first place.

 

"You and Bryan...can take the bed."

[Levirivaille]

Bryan shifted amongst the sheets, his mouth oepned to protest as the man had let the damn towel flutter to the ground, then shook his head at the ridiculous whine that escaped his mouth, covering it with one hand as he turned to face Alec instead, shifting in his position, his knees up under his petite frame and he sort of kneeled, a harsh blush caressed the boy's cheeks upwards from his neck. The swimmer blinked, and opened his mouth to respond, but overrode himself his fingers tightening slightly into The bed's fabric.

 

" i uh, don't mind...where-" Bryan's voice slurred into the silence, either or, they both gave him a relaxed vibe, His expression was slightly pleading, a that couldn't quite be defined, as if he felt like an intruder, he, himself didn't want to kick anyone out of their honour of laying down amongst the comfy bed. He moved his head marginally, enough to fix his weary eyes on Luke's face. He dragged himself across to the other end, and touched his cheek with his fingertips, as he had inspected it closely, battered and bruised. Bryan puffed out his cheeks, his eye glinted with a intentional braveness, hardly coming across as what he intended to be courageous. " i'll attack that man."