Leopold Bannon * Tylendel Freylenne (tragicloss) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-05-10 16:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | leopold bannon |
Who: Ban and the voice in his head. (Tylendel)
When: Saturday night
Where: Their apartment and then Woody's
What: Ban wants a casual hook-up. Tylendel does not.
Rating: mild mentions of non descript sex.
Ban looked at himself in the mirror, fussed at his hair then grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door. It had been a pretty stressful week, things with Zane and Vanyel, people getting sick, losing a patient he'd had a great deal of fondess for, having a bit of a head cold himself, although that seemed to have resolved and left him with just a vague headache that decongestants and ibuprofen were handling just fine. Fine enough in fact that Ban had decided to take a night out.
Where are we going? Tylendel had been pretty quiet aside from the occasional inquiry into how Zane, or more specifically Van was doing.
'Woody's.' Ban answered as he headed for the bus station. After all, he planned on drinking and that meant no driving. He was sort of uptight like that.
That...bar?
'Yeah.'
But..you usually only go there when you want uh... Ban swore he could feel Tylendel blushing.
'Oh, don't even try and pull that blushing virgin shit with me. Do you have any idea how many times a day you've been thinking loudly about Van? His eyes and his hands. Oh God, his hands. The way they feel...you've been either fantasizing or angsting all week. That. Is why we're going out.' Ban watched the stops and wondered just when it became normal for him to have conversations in his own head.
You want to go out and pick someone up tonight?
'Yes, Tylendel. I do. Because as wonderful as your company is, I'd like some actual physical contact with another human being who isn't my patient.'
For a moment, Tylendel was quiet, but then he spoke softly, Ban..it. That feels wrong now. I mean, I know you enjoy it and even though the casualness was never my favorite. But. Van's here and alive and it feels wrong to...
Ban cut him off, 'Oh Hell. No. We are not doing this. I know what he was to you and I know how you feel about him, but no way, man. I am not getting cockblocked by a voice in my head. Zane barely tolerates having us around and he and I? We aren't lifebonded. I know you two are. I can feel that, but if you think Zane and I are going to end up doing the happily ever after thing? Not likely.' It wasn't that he didn't like Zane, he did. He seemed like a real nice guy and he was really damn pretty to look at, but Zane had made it pretty clear that he was not up that kind of a relationship. Even if Ban was, which..okay, he might be wavering a little bit on. IF he had the time, which he didn't. And there was the whole five hour time difference. 'Sorry, man. This isn't a fairy tale where everything magically works out.'
An hour or so later, Ban was chatting up a brunette with curly hair, dark eyes and a gorgeous mouth when his phone buzzed. The other man went to fetch them more drinks, so Ban pulled out his phone and saw Zane's number. For the first time since the bus, Tylendel did more than pout sullenly, perking up and reading the texts then worrying quietly about Van. They agreed to meet the next day just as Ban's new friend returned and dragged him out onto the dance floor. Which was perfect, dancing would seal the deal and Ban would get a chance to release some of the tension that came with having a seventeen year old boy fantasizing in your head for a week.
Except, he didn't. As amazing as it felt to have someone’s body plastered against his own, hands sliding over his back, it was hard to enjoy it when Tylendel was so clearly distressed. Twenty minutes later, he apologized, claimed he had a patient that needed him, called a cab and left with the other man's phone number.
Ban was not pleased.