RP with seeuincourt | Crashing the dirty weekend... or something like that

[richandlovingit]

[Follows THIS]Ethan was willing to concede that he was having a bad day. He had them occasionally, he just didn't ever like to admit the defeat. Today, the ego was going down a couple of notches. He was stressed out of his fucking knob, he didn't feel good, and the migraine seemed to make the height of his company building even more dizzying. He

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[richandlovingit]

Ethan wasn't sure if two more emotional subjects could have been visited in one go. There was this struggle to cope with everything that had happened to Tom, even if for Ethan it was a delayed reaction, and now Tom was telling him he was engaged? Was that what he was saying? "You're engaged? You... he... married?" It was a complete shock, to say the least. Ethan never, ever thought he would hear those words come out of Tom's mouth, not in this life time. He pulled the piss out of Tom about it all the time, but this was surreal. "W-When... how?"

His head was starting to feel like someone had his squeezed in a vice again. He sat up, holding the pillow in against his gut. "Soph's been trying to tell me to deal with it somehow, but I dunno... couldn't. Didn't know how. Didn't want to? Then it was just all there and I'm yelling at people and biting their heads off. Nearly called my driver a murderer by default. I was just sitting there, trying to listen to my directors, when it hit me just... how close it was that you were nearly dead. It felt like I was losing it."

[seeuincourt]

Tom thought he'd stumbled into another conversation for a moment, and scrubbed his hand over his face as he tried to work out where one of them had gone wrong. "What? No, not engaged. I just would want to get married to him when the time was right. Not right now. I'm just saying it's something I want with him. Not something I'm having with him. We just talked about it, that's all."

Tom sat up again, and slipped his arm around Ethan's shoulder to pull him into a hug. He didn't give a shit about manly shows of affection. He was going to hug his best mate when he needed it. "I'm sorry," he said again. It was his fault Ethan was falling apart. His driver that had become a psychotic. His ex that had turned up dead. His life on the line. "She's right you know, just probably thought you'd do it with her or family around you to comfort you. Not that I can talk. I pick some pretty stupid moments to let shit out, too."

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Ethan rubbed a hand over his face. "You're so going to be looking at buying a ring before the month is out," he predicted. "Especially if you came to this realisation mid-fuck. Because it will happen again. And give me a moment, I will come up with an awesome piss-pulling about you making love. When I'm not trying to stop my brain melting out of my ears."

"It's not your fault. Shit happens, and it was horrible for everyone. I was just deluding myself. I didn't even realise I was fucking doing it. It was just easy not to deal with it, I just never expected it to turn me into a mental case. This morning has been wrecked. I even had a fight with Sophie. I forgot to do something important I promised I would, and then I yelled at her for asking about it. I haven't been sleeping, there's even this part of my brain waiting for a phone call off someone to tell me you're dead anyway. It's screwed, and my friggen head as decided the best way to deal with it is to hurt like a bitch and make me spew all over the place. That's not even fucking fair, because I'm the healthy one."

[seeuincourt]

Tom scrunched his nose up. "No, it'll be longer than that... We've hardly known each other for very long. He's not ready. He's been engaged before. I don't need this to be a repeat of that. Even if she apparently wanted him to fuck him over for a promotion. You make love all the time, mate. You don't get to monopolise it. Sure your brain's not melting out of your ears because you're such a pathetically romantic sap now?"

"She'll understand. You're her world. She might just bitch slap you once you're better, though. I hate to say it, but this is why you need to talk about shit. I know I'm hardly a model for it, but talking to Stuart has helped. You're the one that even made me fucking do it, remember? Take some of your own advice. I'm not dead. I'm fine. Just sore. And enjoying a chance to defile plenty of the rooms here." Tom let out a quiet breath. "Have you even been drinking water? Or a cup of tea?"

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"I say the cruise, you'll have an epiphany. I'm allowed to be a pathetically romantic sap right now, I'm a newlywed. We get away with that shit." Ethan glanced at Tom. "Are you serious? He was going to get hitched before? What the... how can someone be that much of a bitch? Even if I did once fuck a chick to get a meeting with her father. It doesn't count, I never told her I loved her."

He snorted softly. "It's easy to have advice coming out of your mouth and not have to actually follow it. I thought I was fine. I was distracted making sure Sophie and Stuart and your parents were okay when it was all going down. I could deal with all the money and business side of shit, but I didn't even realise I was getting messed up too. Soph tried to get me to talk, but I didn't think I had much to say. I just thought I had awesome coping skills. Until I was being Arsehole of the Century." He scratched his head, letting his nails scrape over his sensitive scalp. "Bet any place you found, me and Soph have already done it. I haven't been doing much of anything. I was practically unconscious the whole way here."

[seeuincourt]

"I'm just grateful I'll be mended for it. How much do you want to bet that I'll have the epiphany then?" Tom snorted as he rolled his eyes. "Exactly when does the newlywed status get old, and you being a pathetically romantic sap just becomes sad? Yeah, I'm serious. I didn't even know. He only told me the other day. Fucked if I know, but if I ever meet her, I'll kill her. You were just being yourself."

Tom leaned over and picked up a pot of tea Stuart had actually brewed for him before he disappeared. He poured it into the waiting cup, and handed it to Ethan. "At least keep your fluids up, even if you are an arsehole. You'll be dehydrated from letting out all that emotion. Did you apologise to her?" Tom laughed. "Yeah, well, I'd rather not think about your wet spots. Just want to create my own."

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Ethan nodded. "First week in April. Fucking counting, too. I don't care if I just lie in the cabin the whole time. I need a break." He held his hand out to shake Tom's. "Ten thousand. It'll never be sad, mate, my wife has too awesome tits for that. It's only sad when the sex dies off."

He looked down at the tea, analysing if he even wanted to attempt to put anything in his mouth, but took a small sip, closing his eyes as he swallow. Real tea. He never had the teabag shit. "No, I didn't. I was all over the place. It was screwed, I know. I just kept telling her I was fine and we both ran out the door for work. I'll make it up to her. I just did a bolt to Surrey. London felt claustrophobic. I haven't felt horny once today. How fucking sad is that?"

[seeuincourt]

Tom shook Ethan's hand firmly, and grinned. As far as he was concerned, Ethan should already be transferring the money to Tom's account. "Done. Hope you weren't planning to scratch your arse with that money. You really are head over balls for her, aren't you? I don't think you'll ever let that happen."

Tom patted his best mate's shoulder, and smiled. "And now you just left her a message saying you were here? Sure she's not going to assume you did a runner for different reasons? Believe it, or not, I'm not actually looking forward to going back to London... That really is fucking sad. You need to pull yourself together."

[richandlovingit]

"I'll just scratch it with twenties instead," Ethan returned smoothly. He kept the cup nursed in between his hands. He was feeling fragile, probably more so than any hangover would afford. Still felt like a ball of crap, too. He hoped if Sophie was going to get resonant with him, she would do it on the quiet side. He took another small sip of the tea. "Not in a billion years. Not that I'll live long, but I'm hedging my bets. I can't help it. I like being married. At least, I like the parts we are fighting. It doesn't happen much, so it sucks double when it does. Even when I'm the one being the wank."

He leaned his elbows on his knees, looking in at the tea in the cup. He had to pace himself or the expensive cotton quilt would get it. "Well, I told her to call me when she can so I can explain. I hope she doesn't think that. I wouldn't ever do that. I'm not a coward, I'll admit I was an arsehole this morning." He looked at Tom, getting the comment. "It's a little how I was feeling when we went back. It's the same old shit, but I was stressed out, didn't realise it. Everything seemed that much more harder to face than it usually does. But then, it's been years since I had a real break beyond a few days here and there in Surrey. Pull myself together? My head hurts too much to pull anything. I look like shit. I know, I looked."

[seeuincourt]

Tom couldn't hold back the laughter, always appreciating the fact that Ethan had at least some line to come back with. He really would be lost without him, and the idea that his mate was hurting so badly over his accident was killing Tom. After a moment he had to stop, his wound site finally starting to hurt. He rubbed his stomach gently and moved so he wasn't so scrunched up. He would have to get back into the gym at some point. He didn't want to lose his six pack after lying bed for a few weeks. "You just have to make sure you patch up the fights properly afterwards. Always be able to talk to each other about it. Don't just let it fester."

He pressed his lips together, wondering just how Mrs Williamson would take Ethan running to Surrey. "How long are you going to stay? Maybe you need to take the time off starting from now? I know you only just came off your other break, but maybe you shouldn't have gone back to work? I don't know, I'm just trying to help. Or maybe it'll feel better once your headache's gone. Hey, I'm not the one that's got to sleep with you, so I don't care if you look like shit. Not that I think Soph would either." Tom reached behind him to rub the back of his neck. "You know what... I think we should get pissed."

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Ethan pointed, his finger leaving the cup for that very purpose. "You should be taking it easy. Marathon fuck, you don't want to set yourself back. Listen to you, all Dr Phil with the advice. This morning was just really fucked. I was primed. You know how I get. Everything was going wrong. I nearly took myself out with my toothbrush by accident. I don't know if it was so much as a fight as me being a bitch and Soph retaliating because she never takes my crap lying down."

"I thought just the weekend. I've got shitloads of stuff going down before the end of the month. I'm going to ease off on the workload, though. I can work from home. It's the technological age and all that shit, right? I just don't want to end up getting sick or some shit like that. But I haven't been sleeping, hardly been eating properly. Soph fed me Alpin. Fucking Alpin. I don't want nuts and seeds and shit in my breakfast. I want... Cocoa Pops. I just know I feel like a piece of shit. I haven't had a migraine this bad since... Jesus, since my college finals, I think," he realised, resting his lips against the rim of the cup. "Right now? Can't I just watch you get pissed?" he asked with a hint of a whimper.

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Tom pointed back. "At least I got laid today. Maybe that's the root of your headache. You know, I heard a fuck is very good for headaches. I can certainly vouch for it clearing the sinuses. I'm better looking than Dr Phil, thanks, mate. Better cock, too. Jesus, you were having a bad day. Probably the majority of it was you being a bitch if your day started off like that."

"Alright, I'll stop walking around naked, then. Alpin? Fuck that. I'll smack Stu if he ever tries to feed me that. I'd rather just eat his cock. Maybe you should get checked by a doctor. You're not pregnant, are you?" Tom teased with a snigger. "No, not right now. Maybe when you're feeling better. Me, you, and Stu. Soph can come for moral support, or to be there when you're drunk and horny."

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"Good for headaches, not so good if you've been spewing," Ethan pointed out. "I could well find myself divorced if I hurled on Soph in the middle of a fuck. That's my whole point. I think I'm broken. I didn't even wake up with morning wood. Maybe I've got leprosy? I don't even want to think about Dr Phil's cock! Talk about throwing up material." Ethan snorted. "That was just one thing. There was the toothbrush incident, the fight with Soph, the head pain, tripping over the rug, and oh, you need to check your email. Some wanker is trying to sue us again for a failed drug trial."

He went back to working his way through the cup of tea. "I don't care if you walk around naked. Not like I haven't seen it all before. I ate it because I want to get laid... or at least, I do at some point, if my cock ever works again." He waved his hand. "No... no, no. I'm so glad I'm a guy, I would suck being pregnant. Hm, you might be onto something there. When was the last time we got pissed?"

[seeuincourt]

Tom made a face. "Yeah, okay, you got a point there. I wouldn't want Stu throwing up on me during sex, either. Massive turn off. You definitely need to get checked out by a doctor. Really does sound like you're not quite yourself. Any bits dropping off?" Tom growled softly. "Fuckers. I'll deal with them. Won't take much effort."

Tom gave Ethan's leg a gentle pat. "Soph might not need to see it if she comes and joins you. I don't need her getting distracted by my lovely gay cock," he teased. "I'm sure it'll work again. Maybe it's oversexed. Too much newlywed sex. Yeah, so would I. I love being a guy. Can't even remember it was that long ago."

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Ethan had to give up on the tea when his gut started to churn again. He put the cup back on the table and laid back down, hugging the pillow again for solace. "But still, you were cool with him when he was sick. You handled it well, I know you did. He told me you did. It's nice having someone to just curl up in a miserable ball with when you feel shit." He promptly shoved his hand down the front of his pants, making sure all his bits were there. "I don't think so. It all feels in tact. It feels a bit droopy and pathetic, though. Arseholes don't get that it's a trial. They put their hand up for it and want miracles. I wish I was a miracle worker."

"Oh, she would have a bit of a perve on your two. I wouldn't mind. The gay thing makes it alright." He looked momentarily scandalised. "There is no such thing as too much newlywed sex! Take that back. I don't even like being hungover, pregnancy would suck. Okay, let's do it. Are you allowed to drink yet?"

[seeuincourt]

"He told you?" Tom couldn't help but smile a little. His boyfriend approved of his carer skills. It was a warming moment. "Tell me about it. It was actually really nice cuddling up with him. I could do it again, not that I get sick very often. I don't want him sick again, either." Tom arched an eyebrow as he watched Ethan give himself a physical. "If you were, you could heal yourself. No more droopy and pathetic bits. People are morons. I'll sort it out."

Tom grinned. "I'll let Stuart know we're fine to strut around naked. Maybe we'll even give Soph a little show if you're out of action." Tom pointed at him. "You should see your face right now. It's classic. I'm also not taking it back. It's a possibility. I don't know, maybe we should check? I think I'd be okay for it."