Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-08-16 14:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, rorie |
Saturday July 19th, 2008
Who: Rorie and Garret
What: Figuring things out
Where: Garret's hotel room
When: Late evening
Rating: R
Hanging up the cell phone, Garret paused a moment, simply looking at Rorie as he put the device on the dressed. There was a lot that needed explaining, a lot that Garret wasn't 100% sure he wanted to hear. "So," he said calmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm sorry," Rorie said softly looking down, feeling like he was in trouble for what he did. "I didn't want to, but he. . . He pushed himself on me," he said swallowing. "Before you got there, before I went outside. I'm sorry, if you want me to leave I will," he said pushing himself up, ignoring his back yelling at him.
Garret could spot bullshit, because he dished it out himself enough. There had been countless times when he'd played the innocent virgin, the haughty rich boy, the victim, the aspiring student who just needed another chance on his midterm... He knew what it looked like when someone was lying, and Rorie sure as hell wasn't.
"Just tell me what happened," he said quietly, not giving Rorie an answer either way. He didn't know if he wanted the boy to leave, because he didn't know what had actually happened yet.
Rubbing his face slightly, Rorie couldn't look at Garret. He felt shitty, like he did it on purpose when he hadn't. "I was packing and he came into the room. He backed me up into the corner and I thought he was okay with me going. He was hugging me and I hugged him back then. . . He started to kiss my neck and I couldn't stop him. His mouth was on mine, I tried to yell, scream, but he just. . . Put his tongue in my mouth and started to touch me. . ." Oh God he was going to be sick again.
His stomach rolled and flopped around. Nausea was over coming him and before he could stop himself he was in the bathroom heaving again. Rorie didn't want to do it, he really didn't and he was scared, no terrified that Garret wouldn't believe him.
Hearing about it, thinking about it, was making even Garret sick. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hold back either vomit or unfiltered rage. He couldn't even look at Rorie, couldn't handle seeing the man and trying to piece together what he was saying. So it was true. Rorie and Finn... Garret closed his eyes and turned his face away, too many emotions rising within him. The most of which was anger. He was going to kill Finn, that's all there was to it.
Rorie disappeared into the bathroom, and Garret could hear him being sick. Scrubbing his face with his hands, he paused a moment before following after, kneeling beside the younger man on the floor. He didn't know what to say. What could he say?
"Did you sleep with him?"
Coughing and sputtering as he tried to breath and empty his stomach again, Rorie's eyes teared up at the burning sensation in his throat and mouth. His body was aching again, his belly feeling like he'd been punched hard. Spitting out the acidic taste as best he could, Rorie turned and looked at Garret, a few tears escaping as his nose started to run. He must have looked a sight, anything but what Garret had always thought of him, amazing and gorgeous yeah right.
"No," he said, his voice cracking. "I didn't sleep with him. Did. . . Did Finn say that?" He asked feeling like he'd been slapped hard in the face. Finn said that? Of course why should he be surprised after what happened that week? "I didn't," he insisted, thinking Garret believed Finn. "I didn't sleep with him. There was kissing and him touching me, rubbing on me, but I didn't sleep with my own brother."
Garret had had a feeling Finn was lying, but he needed to be sure. If he wasn't sure now, looking at the pitiful hot mess before him, he would never be. "Okay," he said gently. "Alright. I believe you." God, this was hard. It was hard because he had to watch Rorie's perfect idea of his brother shatter right in front of him. It was hard because he knew he couldn't demand things of the man, couldn't keep him away from Finn even though he wanted to. It was hard because he wanted to get in the Mustang and drive back to Danvers and find a place to dispose of a body.
Resting his hot face against the cool porcelin of the toilet, Rorie closed his eyes for a moment, just a moment to try and calm himself down again so he didn't destroy another hotel room. "I miss him," he said softly. "Not. . . Not him now, the old him. The one who made sure that I didn't get into trouble and was always there for me because I didn't have anyone else. I want him back."
Though he had no clue that it was Finn who had kept him alone all those years, spread all those rumors about him, had manipulated people to keep him all to himself.
Drawing in a deep, slow breath, Garret knew that this was a moment of truth. He could do what he usually did, stay out of personal affairs, not get too involved in a new relationship. He could send Rorie back to the school, tell them what Finn had done, let the police handle it and then crush Rorie to the very soul. In the long run it might be better, Finn safely locked up in a psych ward and Rorie free to find a new life, maybe with someone younger, someone less, well, slutty.
Or he could plunge headfirst into it, get himself messy in all this, and try to swim to the other side. Closing his eyes a second, Garret sighed. "He's the reason you've never had anyone else," he began quietly. "He's been keeping people away from you all your life. He told me."
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at Garret with his bleary vision. "What?" He said blinking as he lifted his head slightly, the pounding back in his head like a deep bass drum. "He. . . He was doing that?" He asked unsure if he wanted to believe that. That his brother who'd always been there for him no matter what was the cause of it all. Leaning back against the wall letting it sink in. He'd never felt so betrayed, so heart broken. His face was the usual unreadable blank slate as he swam with emotions.
Slowly little objects started to float, nothing big, just combs and toothbrushes. the toilet paper even, but nothing that would cause serious damage. He'd just found out how much of a lie his life was. "I hate him," he said softly, barely audible. His brother had done that to him, kept him to himself selfishly when all he wanted was friends. No wonder he got some when Finn wasn't around. "I hate him and I love him at the same time and I hate myself for feeling that way," he said scrunching his face up and glaring at the floor.
Garret took note of the objects floating, noting that they were small right now, which was a good sign. Or, a very bad one. Rorie was in shock, so his emotions were small, defeated. But soon they might explode, become huge and raw and then the penthouse would be destroyed.
Moving cautiously, Garret edged closer to Rorie, a hand out to take one of the other man's. "He's sick," he said finally, eyes trying to look into Rorie's. "It's not his fault, he's... he needs help. I know that he scares you, and you're confused, but you could help him. You could make him takl to someone, go someplace where he can get better, and... then he can be who you miss."
Blinking for a moment, Rorie looked at Garret, finding his sparkling gray eyes looking right at his. The small touch, the space he was given, it was nice. It helped. "I want him to," he said softly, giving Garret's hand a squeeze. "I want to get him help, so he'll stop hurting me and keep him from hurting someone else," he said. Slowly the objects started float back down, Rorie's emotions getting controlled. "I don't want to be alone with him though," he said swallowing. "I. . . I just want to stay here, with you," he said scooting closer to Garret, a time bomb defused thankfully. "Just for now."
Exhaling a slow, relieved breath, Garret almost grinned as the objects floating came back down. He belonged on the SWAT team, he had just mad skillz. "We'll help he," he said softly, raising his arm so Rorie could come close to him. He wrapped it around the slim man's middle, taking care not to touch the bruises on his back or hips.
"You can stay with me as long as you want to," he promised. "Although, we can't live in a hotel forever. We're going to have to start looking for an apartment in Danvers."
Easily curling into the older man, Rorie laid his head on his chest, actually comfortable with where they were suprisingly. "Thank you," he said softly. Wait. . . Did Garret just say 'WE should start looking for an apartment'? Staying quiet for a moment, not wanting to make it a big deal, just wanting to take it for what it was and not have this moment of panic of whether he really wanted to move in with Garret. He did and so he nodded. "Okay," he said simply, letting it be what it was, a small smile on his tired and worn face. "We can do that," he said just relaxing as best he could against the other man.
Garret had hoped Rorie would pick up on what he'd actualy said. This was ludicrous, they'd barely known one another for a month, and already Garret was asking him to move in? It was stupid. And Garret knew it was stupid, and he knew that as the more experienced of the two, he should be the one making sure they didn't go too fast. As much of a dick as Finn was, Garret knew that he made a lot of good points. It was a question of when, not if, Garret broke Rorie's heart.
But then again... no one else Garret had ever dated was like Rorie. No one else was so mellow, so easy to be with, saw every flaw Garret had showed and didn't care at all. Fuck, he had just spent an entire weekend fucking two different people in a posh hotel, not to mention just Mal throughout the week, and Rorie didn't care one bit. There was something about the boy Garret couldn't understand, but he wanted it, wanted to keep it.
"You should go back to sleep," he murmured. "You're exhausted, and you need to heal."
"Yeah," Rorie nodded slightly. He didn't want to sit there and just hope beyond hope that Garret wasn't going to back out at the last minute now that he mentioned it, but it was hard not to. Instead of saying anything about it, now really wasn't time given the situation and his current state, he nodded. Pushing himself away from Garret, he slowly climbed to his shaky legs, worse than last time because of there nothing really being in his stomach, he closed his eyes and let out a breath as he held onto the counter before moving to the bedroom.
There was going to be a long discussion later, much later, maybe a few days later, but he could wait. Right then he needed to rest and if just thinking about him and Garret happily in an apartment of their own got him to sleep then so be it, whether it actually happened or not, he didn't think about.
Getting to his feet also, Garret made sure he was close by Rorie as they moved into the bedroom, just in case Rorie needed him. Helping the younger man lay down, smiling because he looked so fucking beautiful in Garret's shirt, he stroked Rorie's hair before covering him with the blanket, kissing his forehead. "Sleep," he instructed. "I'll be right out there if you need me." Giving Rorie one last look, Garret moved silently to the door and stepped out into the main area, shutting the door behind him.
The calmness eradicated itself from his face, fists gripped tightly. Garret was livid. Beyond livid. And now that he didn't have to be calm for Rorie, he was free to be as livid as he wanted.
"Okay," Rorie said as he laid down, not sure if he could stay awake even if he wanted to. Curling up like he had before, his head hit the pillow and his eyes fluttered shut. "Love you," he said softly before he fell asleep, thoughts of him and Garret just laying in bed pushing everything else aside just so he could find a sleep that would be restful. Hopefully there wouldn't be anymore unexpected called calls and he'd be able to sleep for the first time that week in peace instead of fear. His back rose and feel evenly, signally he was out and not waking up for a while.