disturbing. But there wasn't anything he could do.
Konnor watched, unhappily as Cormag disappeared into the bathroom as well. He looked around the bedroom for somewhere to sit and wait, but everywhere was a mess. There was a pile of clothes on the only seat in the room, clothes strewn across the floor and the bed was in a right mess. He didn't even want to think what had gone on in that room before he showed up. So he stood in the middle of the room, waiting.
It irked him, as he waited ten minutes for anyone to show up, that the whole time he could hear talking and laughing behind the bathroom door. Lachlan shouldn't be so happy; he should be hung over, feeling like an idiot, hating himself for being reckless and getting himself into a situation he couldn't explain. He shouldn't be flirting and laughing with the guy who had allowed that to happen.
But when he finally appeared, fully dressed and looking refreshed, Lachlan wandered around the room picking up his clothes and stuffing them into the rucksack he'd brought him.
“Are you going to tell me where you were all night?” Konnor asked, wanting some kind of explanation that said his brain was lying to him and he was exaggerating. Instead Lachlan raised an eyebrow and gestured to the room.
“ Right here,” he said, as if thinking anything else was plain stupid.
“Tell me you d idn't let him have sex with you,” he begged Lachlan to tell him the truth. He didn't want to have to feel guilty or think that it was his fault that his friend had been taken advantage of when he was vulnerable. But he didn't expect the reaction he got; Lachlan stalled as he began making the bed and turned to glare at him. The look in his eyes was hateful. He had never seen him look that way at anyone before.
“Am I the only one who doesn't think sex is the most important thing in the world?” he asked, before throwing down the duvet and leaving the room.
Konnor was stunned and actually flinched when he slammed the door behind him. He stood there, staring at the closed door, wondering what the hell was going on. First he started thinking seriously about Orion and thinking about proposing to her. Now he was going out, getting drunk, skiving school and disappearing with strange men, ending up in bed with them. What was he supposed to think? Lachlan wasn't Lachlan anymore…God help him, he was turning into Konnor.
He was the one who acted reckless and slept around, the one who said 'fuck the world and everyone in it' so that he could do what he wanted without consequences. Lachlan had always been there to straighten him out, to contain him and get him out of trouble. Now that Lachlan needed him to be the one to take on that role, he had no clue what to do with himself. This was uncharted waters…what was he supposed to do?
“He's still a bit hungover.” Cormag's voice interrupted his musings.
Konnor was forced to actually look at the guy. He was standing in the bathroom door with a towel around his waist, looking deadly serious.
“You might as well know that we didn't have sex. Not that it's any of your business, but I like Lachlan a lot and I wouldn't rush him into anything. But you are going to have to accept that he likes me and we will be seeing each other again,” he said, as if he had no choice in the matter.
But he did. He knew Lachlan and no matter what Cormag thought this wasn't him.
“What? Did you think that you'd show up, talk trash about me and Lachlan would suddenly come to his senses and forget I exist?” he asked with a quirk to his smile.
Konnor hated him for being so casual about everything and making out like he knew anything about what Lachlan felt and how he was going to react. He didn't. He was the only one who knew the real Lachlan and he would talk until he was blue in the face to get him back to normal. This…this thing with Cormag…was not normal.
“Don't insult my intelligence, Konnor. I know you don't like me and in a way I understand that.
Konnor watched, unhappily as Cormag disappeared into the bathroom as well. He looked around the bedroom for somewhere to sit and wait, but everywhere was a mess. There was a pile of clothes on the only seat in the room, clothes strewn across the floor and the bed was in a right mess. He didn't even want to think what had gone on in that room before he showed up. So he stood in the middle of the room, waiting.
It irked him, as he waited ten minutes for anyone to show up, that the whole time he could hear talking and laughing behind the bathroom door. Lachlan shouldn't be so happy; he should be hung over, feeling like an idiot, hating himself for being reckless and getting himself into a situation he couldn't explain. He shouldn't be flirting and laughing with the guy who had allowed that to happen.
But when he finally appeared, fully dressed and looking refreshed, Lachlan wandered around the room picking up his clothes and stuffing them into the rucksack he'd brought him.
“Are you going to tell me where you were all night?” Konnor asked, wanting some kind of explanation that said his brain was lying to him and he was exaggerating. Instead Lachlan raised an eyebrow and gestured to the room.
“ Right here,” he said, as if thinking anything else was plain stupid.
“Tell me you d idn't let him have sex with you,” he begged Lachlan to tell him the truth. He didn't want to have to feel guilty or think that it was his fault that his friend had been taken advantage of when he was vulnerable. But he didn't expect the reaction he got; Lachlan stalled as he began making the bed and turned to glare at him. The look in his eyes was hateful. He had never seen him look that way at anyone before.
“Am I the only one who doesn't think sex is the most important thing in the world?” he asked, before throwing down the duvet and leaving the room.
Konnor was stunned and actually flinched when he slammed the door behind him. He stood there, staring at the closed door, wondering what the hell was going on. First he started thinking seriously about Orion and thinking about proposing to her. Now he was going out, getting drunk, skiving school and disappearing with strange men, ending up in bed with them. What was he supposed to think? Lachlan wasn't Lachlan anymore…God help him, he was turning into Konnor.
He was the one who acted reckless and slept around, the one who said 'fuck the world and everyone in it' so that he could do what he wanted without consequences. Lachlan had always been there to straighten him out, to contain him and get him out of trouble. Now that Lachlan needed him to be the one to take on that role, he had no clue what to do with himself. This was uncharted waters…what was he supposed to do?
“He's still a bit hungover.” Cormag's voice interrupted his musings.
Konnor was forced to actually look at the guy. He was standing in the bathroom door with a towel around his waist, looking deadly serious.
“You might as well know that we didn't have sex. Not that it's any of your business, but I like Lachlan a lot and I wouldn't rush him into anything. But you are going to have to accept that he likes me and we will be seeing each other again,” he said, as if he had no choice in the matter.
But he did. He knew Lachlan and no matter what Cormag thought this wasn't him.
“What? Did you think that you'd show up, talk trash about me and Lachlan would suddenly come to his senses and forget I exist?” he asked with a quirk to his smile.
Konnor hated him for being so casual about everything and making out like he knew anything about what Lachlan felt and how he was going to react. He didn't. He was the only one who knew the real Lachlan and he would talk until he was blue in the face to get him back to normal. This…this thing with Cormag…was not normal.
“Don't insult my intelligence, Konnor. I know you don't like me and in a way I understand that.
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