shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan pointedly looked away as he took the other man’s hand gingerly. As much as he would love to hold Eric’s hand, it didn’t feel right anymore. He just wanted to get back to his flat and crawl into bed. And possibly stay there for a few days.

Eric clasped onto his hand and closed his eyes. With a great deal of focus, the pair of them were lurched from the dock. When their feet connected with the earth once more, they were inside of Eric’s flat. Immediately, he pulled his hand back and broke his hold. All he wanted now was to be alone to think. The last thing he had desire to see was Alan’s downtrodden expression. “Do ye wan’ a shirt for the way home?” he muttered.