Whatever I Draw

All done!

Vigilante didn't get drunk all that easily, enough nights downing shots alone had removed a lot of his sensitivity. Whatever he had made, as disgusting as it was, did a lot more than whiskey though. He didn't like to take off his mask when he wasn't Adrian, but he had had it off in the trailer before, he had been seen by Peacemaker, had drunk with Chris, as long as there was no one new he could allow himself that vulnerability. But now his mask was off and he was moving through the messy trailer, catching a hold of something and knocking it to the floor as he continued on his path, not paying attention to what he was touching or where he was going.

He wound up lying on Chris' bed, staring at the ceiling, his cup on its side beside him, his awful brown drink soaking into the comforter. He had stared at this ceiling before, next to a girl, next to a few different girls, next to an occasional man. They were always between him and Chris and he never saw them again. They never saw his face. He always had that weird feeling that Vigilante had when he wanted to turn and crack a joke or ramble about some bullshit to his BFF but there was no one beside him. It was a weird feeling, in his stomach, and now, drunk, it was louder, in his throat.

He didn't notice that he was crying for a while. He didn't realize that he was touching himself either. All of those times that they had been in this bed together, and Adrian couldn't remember much of anything about who they were laying with. He remembered the way that Peacemaker fucked, sharp deep thrusts, his mouth open, lips loose, grunts and huffs as he gripped the hips of who he was with, until his hand grabbed them by the hair and pushed them down, pushed their face into Vigilante's groin, or holding them down by the chest as he rode them, completely in control of the pace, sweat glistening on his chest, deeper groans between how he directed Adrian to ride their face. He didn't think much about why his memories were all on Peacemaker's body, on his role in sex, more than whatever pretty person he'd brought home for them.