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allamericanboy (allamericanboy) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-05-04 22:29:00

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democratic party

Who: Mark and Glibt
What: Mark need to talk to his friend about the craziness easing into their friendship.
When: Monday night
Where: Glibt's room at the Hilton
Warnings: I don't know yet.

Mark could tell Glibt was in the rooms behind the door, even as he stood out in the hall. He was sure that Glibt could tell he was there in turn. Now that he was somewhat down from his power high of last week, that he could so directly sense Glibt was something that he could allow to bother him. That he could feel tiny remnants of his friend's power still seeping its way through his body was distracting. That he found himself thinking about Glibt during the most mundane of tasks was worrying. And that he was truly thinking of Glibt as more than someone who he met up with at a bar for a beer? That was nervewracking in ways it hadn't been the week before.

He wasn't gay. He was very comfortable in his identity as a straight male, both publicly and privately. Whether that was a factor of his embodiment of the party or just himself, he didn't know, but that had always been who he was.

But the party was changing. Mark changed as the party changed-- at least that was what he was telling himself now. It was wrong and insulting as hell to Glibt, to blame a the party rather than his own emotions for whatever he might have felt for his friend, but it was all Mark could do for now. The fact that he was even here trying to talk to Glibt about it was a far bigger step than Mark could articulate. Three weeks ago, he hadn't even been willing to admit that there was a possibility. He still didn't want to, but the thread between them wouldn't let him stay away for long. Even if he hadn't come over to talk, he would have come over. He would have called Glibt and asked him out for a beer, or over to watch Real Time. Mark needed to see him, that much was obvious.

This was getting out of control. The power he'd siphoned off to Glibt last week had only strengthened the bond on Mark's end. Cursing underneath his breath, Mark reached up to knock on the door of the hotel room.

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loveislove
2009-05-04 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Glibt had been distracting himself from pining over Mark. New Hampshire, Maine, they helped. The pain of the Drug Gods, that helped because even as he wished they could all just be happy, at least worrying about them - especially darling little Speed - kept his mind off Mark. What was developing between College and Adonis helped because even thought Glibt knew it could only end in pain, their love made him feel good for a short amount of time. Hell, he was trying so hard not to peek in on them from time to time, but Adonis was gorgeous, Glibt's libido was rising due to the amount of homosexual sex the city's immortals were having, not to mention his own people. The violence helped, the nightly violence against his people. Having Libby in the city helped. Having Asterion's show to concentrate on helped.

But none of it could get rid of that connection. The connection that called to him, that made him want to hold to Mark tight and never, ever let go. It made him want to be, truly, the cause to the fighter. The protected to the protectee. And on a more personal level? He just wanted to help Mark through his power surges. He wanted to be there for him as a friend as Mark went through influxes he hadn't experienced since the election. It made him want to hold Mark. Tight. Never, ever, ever, ever let go.

And that was just scary.

Glibt could feel Mark outside his door, feel the presence of his fighter, his friend, his protector, his once-lover. And he just sighed; a sound of longing and resignation as he quickly swept the used condom wrappers that were the result of his one night stands under the bed. Pulling jeans on over his boxers, pulling on a t-shirt and thanking whatever high power he believed in that this night's quick fuck had already left, he pulled the door open slowly and leaned against it, greeting his friend with a smile. "Everything okay, Mark?" He asked, backing a step or two away from the door to let his friend in, hoping he hadn't missed a condom wrapper, hoping the smell of weed had left and hoping that the various empty bottles of alcohol strewn around the room didn't give Mark a glimpse into his current mental state.

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allamericanboy
2009-05-04 11:09 pm UTC (link)

He could have lied. "No, it's not okay, Harv." But he didn't. He wasn't sure which would have been worse, lying outright or being honest. But once the words were out they were out. There was no pulling them back and the conversation had started. There they were; Mark found it near impossible to swallow past the lump that hat developed in the back of his throat.

Despite it all, Mark stepped into the hotel room when Glibt offered. He almost immediately reached up to run his hands through his hair and sigh out loud. Hiding the stress of everything he'd had to deal with in the past week just wasn't going to work apparently.

The only respite was that he was finally near Glibt. That need was fulfilled for now and he could concentrate enough to speak. Work had been hard that night.

"I'm not gay. I don't know what's going on," Mark said. He didn't move to sit down, grab a beer, or get comfortable. He stance was shaky, obviously nervous even though all he was doing was standing in front of an old friend. He wouldn't have been able to get the cap off a beer bottle. "I just know that since we-- something happened when we slept together; when you were Maggie. I don't know what happened, but since then I can't stop thinking about it.

"I need to know it's not me," he insisted, hands balling at his sides. They were close, and now he wanted to touch. It was an urge he'd been perfectly willing to submit to on the plane, but he'd been so much mire relaxed, hardly in full control of his public personal. Even with the desire there now, even being in private... he couldn't let himself. "Tell me you're feeling this. You're one of my biggest causes, that's-- that has to be it. We're just close because you're a cause and I've never bridged that gap with one of you before. Now we have this connection..."

He didn't know what else to say when his voice trailed off, almost pleading with Glibt to confirm this.