Title: I'll be here
Author: Ligeia ~ gothikmaus @ hotmail.com
Fandom: Orgy (RPS)
Pairing: Jay/Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Category: Angst, Romance
Summary: Bobby needs to go. Jay needs him to stay.
The following story is a mere work of F I C T I O N, meaning it is 100% made up. None of the situations described here ever happened, and even if they did, I have no way of knowing. This is not about spreading rumours or, worse, libel. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I am NOT claiming they did what I wrote. I use their "public personas" and build stories around them as if they were fictional characters.
Written for Jayfiend's birthday
"Jay."
Silence in the small parlour. Bobby walked in and closed the door behind him. The man sitting in the armchair didn't move.
"Jay."
Smoked slowly swirled out of full, glossy lips. "What?"
"I'm sorry."
A small sound, halfway between a snort and a sob. "Fuck off."
"Please. Why are you so mad?"
Jay stubbed the cigarette out in a chipped glass ashtray. "Why? Well, let's see. Maybe 'cos you disappeared right in the middle of the recording sessions and no one had a fucking clue of where you were. Or maybe 'cos you came back after three weeks and told us, "Hey, it was fun, I love you all, I quit." Do I need to go on?"
"Come on, Jay, you know how much this project means to me."
"While the band means nothing, right?"
"You know that's not true."
"But you're leaving anyway. Well, you know what? I don't fucking care, just go away and don't come back."
"Cut the dramatics, Jay. You know I'm not leaving for good. I'll be back. But this... this is something I need to do."
Jay leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and took his head in his hands. "Then go. But don't expect me to be happy about it."
"Oh, for... This is just a fucking side project. I'm not leaving the band."
"No, just me."
Bobby said nothing, but moved closer and knelt in front of him. "You really think I'm doing this just to get away from you?"
"Why else would you join your brother's band? He's not even a real musician."
"You're such a self-centred asshole." He grabbed Jay's wrists and moved the singer's hands away from his face. "The earth doesn't revolve around you."
Jay was about to reply, but Bobby didn't let him. He leaned in and kissed him, the only way he knew to shut him up. Jay didn't respond at first, but when Bobby's hands framed his face and the drummer's kiss became more insistent, he forgot his anger. He didn't want Bobby to go, he was afraid he would never come back. But his bandmate had made up his mind and trying to stop him would probably have the opposite effect. So Jay put everything he felt in that kiss, all his hunger and desperation and need, as if it were the last one they would share.
When Bobby pulled back at last, he reluctantly released him.
"I'll be back. Nothing will change."
Jay resisted the urge to grab him and crush their lips back together. Instead, he simply nodded. "I'll be here."
Bobby smiled and got to his feet. When he reached the door he turned and looked at Jay, who was still sitting in the armchair.
"See ya."
Jay couldn't find his voice. He watched him go in silence.
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May 2004