Sorry for being so inactive. Not being lazy, I promise! Been working on a Quade/ James AU. Shall share soon. But here's a consolation fic. Also Quade/ James. These two are eating my brain!
No sudden movements
"I saw you with him"
James tries to shift but finds himself utterly trapped against the wall.
"With who?" he asks, trying to make light of the situation because things have gotten far too serious far too quickly.
"QUADE"
James flinches from the venom in that one word.
"Come on, man…" James' wrists are being crushed in a strong grip.
"You're mine"
James tries to turn his head but he can't escape the kiss and yes, he's done this before but that had been fun. They'd just been fooling around.
Hadn’t they?
He doesn't know when things had gotten so serious.
"Stop it! Stop!" he finally manages to gasp and hears mocking laughter in response.
"You weren't complaining before"
James feels a hand grasping at his belt and the panic really hits home.
"Oh god! Come on, man! Don't do this. Please-" the rest of his words are lost when the door opens and Quade walks in.
"Hey, James-" Quade freezes when he sees them.
James recognises the moment when anger replaces the shock in Quade's eyes.
"Let him go" Quade commands.
"Or what?"
James struggles, trying to get free, trying to stop this before it started.
"Or I'll fucking kill you" Quade says and moves. Moves so fast that James barely has any time to steel himself. And then Quade is on the floor, punching and grappling and snarling. Before James can do anything Kurtly comes in through the open door.
"Guys, what's all the noise?" he says and only hesitates for a second before getting involved.
Between them James and Kurtly manage to separate the two men.
"Quade! Quade, calm down!" Kurtly is instructing and Quade who has a split lip that is bleeding , is snarling.
"Let me go. I am calm. I just need to kill this piece if shit over here"
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"What were you thinking?" Kurtly asks him after it's just the three of them in the room. James had come clean about everything. He barely hears Kurtly's question because his focus is all on Quade. Quade, who hasn't looked at him since the fight ended, whose tense shoulders makes James want to hit something or cry.
"I'm sorry…" he says, his voice almost a whisper, eyes fixed on Quade's back.
"It wasn't your fault" Kurtly tells him. James looks at him.
"No. Not that"
He knees infront of Quade, who is sitting on the bed.
"Quade, please. Please look at me"
Quade doesn't. He keeps his head down and James can feel his heart slowly turning in to ash. He's always been so attuned to Quade and even the smallest rejection hurt unbearably.
"Quade. Please… I'm sorry" he hadn't realised that he'd been so close to tears until he feels them wet on his face, distorting his voice.
Quade looks up and it hits James that he's not the only one hurting.
"Why?"
There had been so many reasons. So many things he'd told himself to justify what he'd done. But looking up in to Quade's green eyes, nothing felt adequate now.
"You weren't there" he says softly, eyes on the carpet. It is the truth in the end. Quade had left and James hadn't known what to do.
Quade flinches as if James had hit him.
"I know that's no excuse. I know that. I just wanted- I wanted to- he wanted me and it- it felt good to be wanted like that but Quade, it didn't mean anything. Not like…" he pauses, trying to get his breath back, trying to stop stumbling over his words.
"Like what?" Quade asks softly, eyes fixed on him now.
James leans closer, fingers tracing over the cut on Quade's lower lip.
"You"
The End.
