Andrei Kovac | Peter Rumancek (gypsytrash) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-10-29 17:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrei kovac, rowan stark |
Who: Andrei Kovac and Rowan Stark
What: An overdue conversation.
Where: Drei's apartment, NYC.
When: Sunday, October 29; evening
Warnings: TBD
It felt like it had been years since Drei had gotten time alone with his boyfriend. Not that he'd complained about it; he knew how much of a dick move it would have been to complain about not getting attention when one of Rowan's best friends had been accused of murder. That was more important than the way that discontent had settled in Drei's stomach and everything had just felt wrong. Of course things were wrong. Phoenix was in jail, and even though Drei had always thought that the guy was kind of a dick he wouldn't have believed that he'd actually kill someone on purpose in a hundred years. Accidentally maybe. Sure. He was reckless. Reckless got people dead. It wasn't like Drei could judge someone on being reckless though, not after the way that he'd lived most of his life before Corbin and Sophia and now Rowan.
Corbin. Maybe that was the reason that Drei felt like the something wrong was a little more personal than Rowan being distracted because one of his friends was going through some shit. Drei had never cared about someone enough for them to fuck him up before Corbin; he hadn't planned on caring that much again except then there was Rowan and he hadn't been able to help it. Didn't help that the friendship he thought that he and Corbin were trying to rebuild for Sophia's sake had fallen apart in the last few months too. He'd stopped worrying that he was going to lose the kid who'd practically been his daughter and then Corbin had taken her away from him for good this time. He didn't even give him an explanation; Drei guessed that maybe she'd stopped asking for him and that had felt like being stabbed through the gut.
Kids were resilient. Guys who'd just turned thirty? Not so much.
This night wasn't about Corbin and Sophia though. It wasn't about Phoenix either. Tonight was about getting Rowan to himself for a little while. Not long; it was already late and the most that Drei was really hoping for was sex if Rowan wasn't too tired, cuddling if he was, and then to fall asleep tangled up together. They'd get real time together the next day. Time to do whatever couple things they felt like fitting into the time that they could manage to steal. It was never quite enough but Drei was still happy with it. With Rowan. Sheeit, he was so happy with Rowan that he hated that there was even that little niggling sense of something wrong getting in the way of really enjoying it.
He'd shot Rowan a text to tell him that the door was unlocked but he was sitting on his crappy little sofa waiting for him to get there anyway. He didn't think there'd ever been a time when he'd had quite as much nervous fluttering in his stomach when it came to Rowan as he was feeling right then. It made sense in a way. He and Rowan had moved into what they were so gradually that there wasn't much time to be nervous about it. Friends first, and then friends who happened to enjoy cuddling naked. Then friends who kissed and then finally boyfriends and any nerves that Drei might have felt about it were relieved by the fact that it was Rowan and he trusted him. He trusted him the way he should have trusted Corbin before they'd gotten as serious as they had. That had moved too fast while he and Rowan had crept into being a couple so slowly that Drei almost hadn't noticed it.
Now he was noticing it. Nothing had changed and he knew it. There was no reason for what had been going on with Phoenix to change anything about him and Rowan as a couple. There was no reason that missing out on the time that they usually got together would suddenly mean that there was something to be uncomfortable with. Drei was just being... shit. He was being one of those people he'd always felt a little superior to because he'd been so laid back about his relationships. Even when he'd decided he was leaving Corbin it had been a laid back breakup. Not that it hadn't been fucking awful; he just hadn't given it a chance to turn into anything stressful. Then again... he hadn't cared enough about Corbin to fight for him once things had gotten hard.
Shit. He needed to stop thinking about this. He was going to enjoy a damn night in with his boyfriend and this was all going to seem really stupid in the morning once everything was exactly the same as it had always been before.