Reid Garwin (literalworst) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-01-26 17:45:00 |
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The party was in full flow, Tyler was about three beers in and was pleasantly buzzed, feeling a little less self-conscious than usual which was quite possibly the only reason he was still on the dance floor after someone had grabbed his wrist and tried to dance with him. He’d taken a step backwards to make sure that there was still “enough room for Jesus” between them (the thought of which had made him laugh out loud at nothing but everyone was drunk enough that no one really said anything) - he’d heard someone say it once and it had stuck with him - but hadn’t left the dance floor. In fact, he’d been there for a little while now just enjoying letting his metaphorical hair down.
That being said he was always aware of where Reid was, even before he’d started feeling the Power. It was habit as much as it was anything else; knowing where Reid was not only meant that he could get involved if there was a fight and help diffuse it or to know if he needed to go home alone because Reid had found someone but it helped make him feel settled and grounded to know where Reid was at pretty much all times. It made him feel safe knowing where Reid was.
The music changed, something with a thumping beat and Tyler shot his blond best friend a huge, bright grin when he spotted Reid looking in his direction as his hips moved with the beat, noticing that Reid looked less like he was having a good time than he should be. It was a New Year’s party-- why wasn’t he having a good time?
Reid was definitely not having a good time. For one thing he wasn’t drunk enough and for the second Tyler had ditched him for some random. Honestly he should be happy considering Tyler never really let loose unless he was with Reid. Maybe that’s why he was thrown, that Tyler was letting it all go with some dude he’d just met in a club.
Hypocritical, yes, but did Reid care? Nope, not at all.
He was currently nursing another glass of vodka flavoured ever so slightly with lemon as he watched the dancefloor or rather Tyler on the dancefloor. He was not enjoying the way his chest tightened at the grin being shot his way or the uncomfortable prickling of jealousy that was honestly making it hard to think past anything than a) walking out or b) striding onto the dancefloor and making a point. What point he had no idea, but it was a point all the same.
Reid clenched his jaw and ran his fingers through his shockingly pale blonde hair and just tried to shake it off, but whatever chance there was of that happening immediately evaporated when random moved closer to Tyler.
Jesus fuck.
Tyler frowned when the smile wasn’t returned, because honestly he’d thought that maybe Reid might have been pleased that Tyler was letting himself go and have a good time but then maybe he wasn’t? Did he have to go check on Reid? He was about to do that when the guy he’d been dancing near grabbed his wrist again and turned him around to try and get him to dance a little closer.
In the darkness, Tyler’s eyes went black as he created a barrier between himself and the other man just so that they weren’t touching, using the Power subtly but enough that Reid - being so close - would probably have been able to feel it.
He turned his head back to Reid, tipping his head in a silent are you okay?
Reid felt the telltale sensation of power usage replacing the crawling sensation tip toeing its way up the length of his spine and jealousy turned into concern as Tyler wouldn’t just use for the sake of using. That totally wasn’t his deal.
He tipped what remained of his drink down the back of his throat and tossed the plastic cup into a nearby trashcan as he made a decision to head towards the dancefloor.
Tyler was worried about him but Reid was now concerned about whatever douchebag move the other guy was trying to pull.
Tyler’s smile widened again, returning to his face as he watched Reid walking closer to him. He reached out one hand, wiggling his fingers in invitation for the blond to join him, lifting his voice as he approached.
“Hey! You alright?” he shouted, grabbing Reid’s hand as soon as he was able and pulling him in. “What’s wrong?”
Reid reached out and curled his fingers around Tyler’s as the other man pulled him in, bright blue eyes lifting and darkening in response to the random who was looking their way.
“Place is a drag,” he grumbled as he looped an arm around Tyler’s neck and pulled himself closer. “Stupid lame.” It wasn’t, but Reid was feeling petulant that much was obvious.
“No it isn’t,” Tyler replied, hands dropping to Reid’s waist as the blonde tugged himself closer. He ignored the prickles of sensation that rippled across the back of his neck and shivered a little, swallowing. “You’re just in a bad mood. How come you’re not having fun?”
Tyler, now that Reid was there, was completely oblivious to everything else around him, including the disgruntled guy behind him that had been trying to dance with Tyler on and off all night.
Reid breathed out as he nuzzled closer to Tyler, it wasn’t as though he could just come out with “some guy was hitting on you and I’m unhappy about it” because that made literally no sense and totally wasn’t fair given everything that Reid got up to.
“Maybe I just don’t like the music,” he murmured, a sharp grin in place as he leaned back to regard Tyler. “Or maybe I don’t like the fact that you haven’t saved a dance for me.”
“Liar, this is the kind of music you love,” Tyler challenged, even as Reid nuzzled against him. He tightened his arms even as Reid leaned back a little, feeling only a little guilty about enjoying the sensation. He always did, just a little, when they were close. Like he was allowed to enjoy it for that moment because Reid had chosen to be there, and not somewhere else.
He snorted, dramatically rolling his eyes. “You never really wanna dance with me,” he pointed out, feeling three beers brave as he leaned forward to say, against Reid’s ear, “but I’m always happy to save you a dance, idiot.”
Reid snorted quietly and had been about to say something when Tyler was tugged away from him, brow deepening into a frown and eyes narrowing into dark slits, especially as it became clear it was the guy from earlier.
“Hey, thought we were having a moment,” the guy muttered as he glanced over Tyler’s shoulder at Reid. “And it’s nearly midnight.”
Reid rolled his eyes and barely stopped himself from sucking his teeth.
“You might have been having a moment,” Tyler said, leaning back and gently pulling his arm free, “but it wasn’t reciprocated dude, I’m sorry.”
Vaguely somewhere in the background Reid could hear the excited chatter of the crowd around them as they began a countdown, from ten to one, and in a flash of decision making which might have been considered impulsive and poor upon further reflection Reid curled his fingers in the material of Tyler’s shirt before using that grip to pull him into a kiss.
It wasn’t brief, it was anything but.
Hands slipped from Tyler’s shirt to his shoulders before arms wrapped fully around the other man as Reid all but opened up to Tyler, letting his lips do the talking that his voice normally did.
Tyler’s sound of surprise was muffled by the kiss as Reid tugged him in. The countdown finished, streamers went off and people were shouting Happy New Year around them but Tyler could only focus on the press of Reid’s lips against his.
His fingers lifted, sliding along the sharp curve of Reid’s jaw to sink into his hair, kissing him back fiercely and only feeling a little guilty for taking advantage of the moment. Reid was just annoyed because that guy had been hanging around, right? So this was his way of staking a claim on Tyler as a friend. And it was midnight, and everyone always kissed someone at midnight, right? Tyler had never done it, kissed anyone at midnight that was, but he knew Reid had done in previous years.
As the kiss broke and Tyler sucked in a breath through burning lungs, he opened his eyes and smiled shyly at Reid, who looked flushed himself. “You- you okay?” he asked, not dropping his hand from Reid’s hair. Not yet anyway.
The thing about Reid was he wasn’t exactly the best example of monogamy and abstaining from sex which meant he’d kissed and slept with his fair share of people but honestly nothing and nobody else had ever made him feel this way, kind of wobbly and tingly. It was both pleasant and unpleasant as he’d been so very careful not to fuck anything up with Tyler which he suspected he just had and honestly? He wanted to do it again. What did that say about him?
Also, seriously, what was the deal with the feeling of Tyler’s fingers in his hair? It wasn’t the first time, he’d touched Reid’s hair plenty, but this? This was electric and kind of addictive.
Vaguely he was aware that Tyler was asking him a question and it honestly took all of what higher brain functions Reid had to nod but even then his gaze was most definitely drifting to the shy smile on Tyler’s face, focus on how swollen the other man’s bottom lip and if he just leaned in he could- And well, he did, teeth catching there and drawing it into his mouth as the crowd began to move around them to the music again.
Tyler couldn’t quite stop himself from groaning as Reid bit his lower lip, effectively kissing him again and he just pressed closer, breath hitching as his other arm wound around Reid’s neck, gently freeing himself from the bite of teeth to kiss Reid again instead, figuring that it was still technically the new year and technically everyone was still celebrating and cheering and there were still some people kissing around them so it was okay, right?
And after all, Reid had initiated the first kiss at midnight and come back again for seconds, sort of, so maybe it was okay?
His fingers stayed threaded in his hair, fingers splayed, cupping the back of Reid’s head as he returned the favour, biting Reid’s lip gently and then kissing away the feeling, allowing himself to just get lost in the intoxicating moment, knowing that he might not get the chance again.
This was probably a bad idea in all sorts of ways, especially given how important Tyler was to Reid on so many different levels, but at this present moment in time? Reid couldn’t bring himself to care.
The sensation of fingers, Tyler’s fingers, in his hair was… distracting, beyond distracting in fact, and despite his best efforts he was unable to mask the sound that was dragged from him when Tyler caught his lower lip albeit gently.
Hands slipped down Tyler’s back, fingers fisting in the material of his shirt, finding purchase and tightening its hold. All that did was pull him closer, press them together, and it was impossible to ignore the sudden rush of heat that flooded his stomach.
Tyler gasped when Reid tugged on his shirt, fisting in the fabric and then their bodies pressed together, moving in time with the beat and he felt heat coiling in his stomach, rushing through him and making his knees feel a little weak. It made his fingers flex in Reid’s hair, nails grazing lightly over his scalp in response.
His other hand had dropped to Reid’s waist, resting against his hip but before anything else could happen, someone bumped into them which meant Tyler lost his balance, power reactively cushioning them both to make sure that they didn’t fall over.
“Oops, sorry guys,” the drunk man said, not at all sorry and not at all really understanding what he’d broken up. “Dancefloors, yanno?”
And literally that was all it took. For the moment to pop like a floating soap bubble on the air and Reid reluctantly pulled back to flash a cavalier devil may care grin.
“Happy New Year, Tyler.”
“Uh-y-yeah,” Tyler managed, drawing into himself as Reid drew back. “Yeah, Happy New Year, Reid.”