Random ass klars oneshot I wrote based off this pic.
At 1:30 am, in 20 minutes. No backspace, no editing, just sleep deprivation.
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Its a simple fact of life when you exist as a human being; you wont always have somebody around. But you really are stripped of meaning while on tour in a cramped bus with three other unwashed guys.
No companions besides groupies after every show. But those affairs meant nothing, just sex drugs and rock n’ roll.
So yeah. Tour life gets lonely.
Kirk had been nursing a drink the entire night. The boys had a show tomorrow. Currently they were somewhere in Germany, stuck up at a pub and getting their money's worth.
But even pubs weren’t worth the lonely nights. Sure, you could find a pretty girl to bang in the bathrooms but, again, disconnection.
Cliff had been cackling with James on the right end of the bar. Lars was gone, probably taking a piss. Kirk was spacing out, thumb messing with the top of his glass of beer.
He sighed quietly, flipping back a strand of his curls. Fresh air might help the crushing feeling starting to wash over him.
He stood off the barstool and found a door to outside. It left him on the left side of the building, overlooking the traffic coming from a busy street.
Brisk air, but… warm in a comfort kind of way. Not physically.
Kirk pressed his back against the brick wall, crossing his arms around his leather jacket and breathing out. Loneliness felt best when… alone.
The door he just came out of swung open again. A familiar face stepping into view. Lars.
The Dane stepped next to Kirk and shot a brief smile before watching the same traffic. “What happened to you?” His accent rolled.
“The smoke?” Lars inquired.
“Just.” Lars nodded, understanding.
They both looked out across the way, breeze hitting their long hair in the same way.
“Show tomorrow.” Kirk chimed.
“Can we stop talking about shows for one minute?” Lars groaned.
Odd, coming from Lars. But it’s understandable. That’s all life was at this point. Show after show.
“O-of course.” Kirk nodded, straightening up.
“No. I get it. It gets weighing.”
Lars nodded in agreement, looking over at Kirk. His eyes dropped to his jacket, then to the shirt underneath. Some kind of zombie movie merchandise. New.
“Haven’t seen that one before.” Lars pointed to the shirt.
Kirk looked down at himself. “Oh yeah. It’s Cliff’s. He bought it last week.”
“It looks sick.” Lars smiled.
Kirk smiled back. Then returned to watching the traffic.
Lars kept his eyes on Kirk.
“Do you ever get lonely?” He asked.
Kirk gazed over at Lars again, those beaming green eyes, soft and yet threatening. But all but intimidating as of now.
“Yeah.” Kirk spoke. It was all he said.
“Tour gets to me sometimes, man. I’m not a slow and steady guy but… damn.” Lars admitted, eyes drifting back to the headlights.
“No. I get it..” Kirk ensured, “..whole reason why I got away from the noise. Just.. everything felt overwhelming.”
“Good way to put it.” Lars nodded, then flicked his head back to Kirk.
Kirk met his gaze. Uncomfortably long.
No words. No movement besides their eyes. Just them staring, watching, memorizing. Green eyes. Brown eyes. Freckles all over.
Kirk ripped his eyes away, looking to the ground and smiling with his nerves.
Lars kept watching. Kept memorizing.
When he looked back, his head leaned in slightly. Not enough to change anything, but to hopefully give a little nudge.
Lars waited a second, before slowly leaning in as well.
It was a mutual… lonely decision.
Lips pressed against another’s, slipping between. Top and bottom molding to fit the pieces, disconnecting, then reattaching again. No tongue, not that crazy yet.
Kirk pressed himself further into the brick, Lars moved a bit. He wasn’t standing in front of Kirk and pinning him, instead, he was leaning just over him. His left hand was resting on Kirk’s chin while they locked a kiss. Kirk’s own hands barely brushed Lars’ sides.
The headlights kept passing, the bar chatter went on inside. Nothing changed.
It wasn’t anything past a lonely decision. But it felt nice to be cured once in a while.
