Series: Love is Blind
Part 1/3: A Great Idea
Rating: R, maybe
Disclaimer: Sigh. I wish I could lie and say I've got this all on a nice shiny videotape sitting in my VCR. But while I hope this really did happen, it's highly unlikely. Hiss, boo.
Love is Blind
A Great Idea
The phone rang, and suddenly Aaron's coffee was running down his leg.
Aaron was already having a bad day. He should've realized just how bad it could go, especially after he nearly broke his fucking neck when he tripped over his own sheets trying to get out of bed that morning. But he obviously didn't realize just how ominous a telephone ringing could be.
"What?" he growled into his phone, tugging at his pajama pants. He was answered with a rich laugh that he recognized immediately and reconsidered his account of the day.
"Such manners. The hell, did I wake you up or something? It's nearly eleven, you dozy bastard. Buzz me in, I'm outside."
Aaron kicked his pants off, used them to wipe his stinging leg off as he walked to the window. He looked out and saw Shawn standing leaning against a tree, looking up and waving at him. Aaron rolled his eyes and put the blinds down.
"You're such a loser." Aaron said, smiling fondly and walking to the living room. He pressed the button and heard Shawn laugh again in his ear. "I'll see you in a minute."
"Don't sound too excited to see me, man." Aaron could hear Shawn walking inside through the phone. "I've got a great idea that I need your help with."
Aaron grunted, walking to the bedroom, and yanked open one of his drawers. "Is this the same kind of great idea like all the other ones?" Aaron asked, pulling out a pair of jeans. He held the phone with his shoulder as he struggled to tug them on and button them up. "You know, the ones that ended with me pulling your ass out of one ugly situation after another. Like the barfight with the guy that happened to be a professional boxer." Aaron pulled the phone away long enough to tug his shirt off. "Or like the time you wanted to dye my hair. Don't even get me started on that one, Shawn."
Shawn sighed, and Aaron could hear him climbing the stairs. "Do your elevators ever work, man?" he panted, and Aaron smirked.
"Quit your bitching, dude." Aaron muttered, as he rooted through his drawers for a shirt. "So, are you gonna tell me about this great idea of yours or what?"
"I'll tell you once I'm there, man." Shawn said, and Aaron rolled his eyes.
"All right, then. Let me put some clothes on, I'll see you when you get up here." Aaron hung up and tossed the phone on the bed. He sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes.
Aaron didn't know how Shawn always managed to drag him into his messes. Shawn had just designated Aaron as his partner in crime and led him unwillingly into all of his frays. Well... If Aaron was honest with himself, he would admit to why he let Shawn pull him into his disasters. In fact, he had a clear picture of what 'A Great Idea' with Shawn should be in his mind. All Shawn had to do was smile and ask.
Aaron shook his head and pulled a tank top and long sleeved thermal out. There was no use in lingering on useless thoughts. He was just tugging the tank over his head when he heard Shawn's knock at the door.
"It's open!" he called, grabbing the thermal and stumbling into the living room. Shawn pushed his way inside, full of bright smiles and 'great ideas' and flopped on Aaron's couch like he thought he belonged there. The thought made Aaron smile for a second, but then Shawn pulled out a pack of cigarettes and proceeded to light one. Aaron scowled and sat himself in the recliner, sticking his feet on the table and kicking the ashtray in front of Shawn with his foot.
"If you're gonna smoke, do that in the kitchen." He said, nodding his head backwards. Aaron fiddled for a second with the shirt, before tugging it over his head. He smoothed his hands down his chest, then ran them through his hair, before he realized Shawn was looking at him. "What?"
"You can't wear that." Shawn said, grabbing the ashtray. He stood and walked to the kitchen, moving to sit in a chair, and made a face when he set the ashtray down on the table. "It's good in here, innit?" Shawn mumbled, sticking his cigarette in his mouth and moving to clean the coffee that had spilled on the table and chair.
"Can't wear what? This? Why the hell not?" Aaron asked, standing and walking to the kitchen. He watched as Shawn tossed the paper towels in the trash and moved to sit on the table. Aaron sat in the chair he'd been sitting in when Shawn decided to make an appearance and leaned back, kicking lightly at Shawn's legs. "There are like, three other chairs here." He said, and waved his hand, trying to get rid of the smoke in the air.
Shawn got up and walked over to the windows, pushing them up and open. "Because you're going on a date with me." Shawn mumbled around his cigarette as he worked.
Aaron blinked. Huh?
Suddenly the images of 'A Great Idea' had gotten a bit brighter in his head. Now, to get rid of that cigarette...
Shawn turned around and grinned around the cigarette, and Aaron thinks that maybe it can stick around a little longer. Shawn pulled it from his mouth and sauntered back to the table, sitting across from Aaron. "Well, this is what happened. Just... listen first, okay?" Shawn asked, flicking ash into the ashtray. Aaron leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. He rubbed his mouth with one hand and settled his chin on his fist.
"I was at that cafe over on eighteenth, you know the one. And I met Tonya, and..." Shawn went on, and Aaron could feel his brain trying to leak out of his ears.
"--Wait, wait, wait." Aaron cut in, right as Shawn was in the middle of describing Tonya's gorgeous blue eyes. "What does this have to do with me? You want me to come for what reason exactly?" Aaron asked, cocking his head to the side.
Shawn took another drag. "Well, the thing is..." Shawn exhaled and Aaron raised his eyebrows. "Tonya's trying to help her friend get over some ex-boyfriend bullshit, so she won't come unless I bring someone for her friend." Shawn looked at Aaron, ashing again.
"Ahh." Aaron said, leaning back and putting his feet on the chair next to Shawn. "So you want me to play babysitter with some woman I don't even know, you don't even know, so you can hopefully get a piece?" he asks, hearing the great idea pack up and take a flying leap out of the window. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as Shawn gave him a hopeful smile. "And not only that, but this date is tonight?" he asked, incredulous. "Jesus, Shawn. You don't know anything about this girl, do you?"
"Her name's Stacy." Shawn said, propping an elbow on the table. "She's a redhead, going to law school, and she's short." Shawn took another long drag and accidentally ashed in Aaron's coffee mug. Aaron looked longingly at it, mourning the loss of the last sip of cold coffee, before looking up and glaring evilly at Shawn.
Shawn sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "C'mon, man. Tonya's a fucking masseuse. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"
Aaron wanted badly to tell Shawn what he felt like doing to him right now, all pleasant thoughts and great ideas splattered on the front stoop, but Shawn looked at him and gave him the fucking puppy dog, big doe eyed look and Aaron fucking knew he should've just stayed in bed today.
He sighed, and dropped his feet. "What time?" He asked, dropping his head back and rubbing his hands over his face. Aaron didn't have to look up to hear the smile in Shawn's voice.
"I'll swing by at eight to pick you up." Shawn stood, flicked his cigarette out the open window, and moved to stand behind Aaron's chair. He placed his hands on Aaron's shoulders and rubbed. Shawn leaned down and gave Aaron a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. "You won't regret it, my friend."
Aaron batted Shawn's face away. "I already do, man." he mumbled and looked at his mug. "Go on, go primp you bitch. I'll see you tonight."
Shawn ruffled Aaron's hair before turning and walking to the door. "Wear something red, you look good in red." Shawn called over his shoulder. He made it halfway through the door before Aaron turned around.
"Hey." Shawn stopped, and craned his neck to see through the walkway to where Aaron sat. "Just one thing. If this turns out ugly, I'm personally holding you entirely responsible." Aaron gave Shawn a look and Shawn smiled.
"Don't worry, Aaron." Shawn said, tugging at the collar of his jacket. "If it turns out that bad, I will personally grant you free reign to maim my body any way you like. As long as she's done with it first." Shawn winked and left, leaving Aaron to glare at the place he was standing.
He should've fucking known better.
Aaron really should've fucking known better.
He looked at the clock on the wall, then back at the tv. Eight forty-seven. He stabbed viciously at the plate of calamari he'd heated up and punched the buttons on the remote with similar enthusiasm as he ate. Aaron sighed and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. What the hell was he doing? Why did he let Shawn walk all over him? Oh, he knew why alright, but what he couldn't fathom was why he was putting himself through this kind of torture.
He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.
Because it'll make him happy, a little voice in the back of his head said. As much as it kills you, as much as it crushes you to do this, it's only because you love how he looks at you when he's happy. It's pathetic, it really is.
Aaron whipped his head back up and stared hard at the tv, willing the thoughts in his head to stop. He looked down at the plate of half eaten food with disinterest. He began to flip through the channels again, trying to take his mind off of the various reasons why Shawn was nearly an hour late. When he looked up at the clock again, it read nine oh two.
"That's fucking it." Aaron was past frustration. He grabbed his half eaten dinner and stood, stalking to the kitchen. "Why do I bother trying." he mumbled as he scraped his plate. He began to wash it vigorously and got soap on the bottom of his shirt.
Aaron sighed and comtemplated homicide. He rinsed his plate off and slammed it down on the counter, nearly breaking it, before unbuttoning the shirt. His phone rang just then and he seriously considered throwing it out the window.
"Yes?" He walked to his room and opened the closet, looking for a new shirt.
"Open the door, I'm here."
Aaron pulled a grey turtleneck from a hanger and walked back into the living room. "Hang on, I'll buzz you in." he mumbled into the receiver.
"No, I got in with one of your neighbors. I'm outside your door." Aaron heard a click and pulled back, looking at the phone, before a knock at the door made him jump. He walked over to the door and yanked it open, turning away when he saw Shawn's blinding smile.
"Took you fucking long enough to get here, man." Aaron grumbled, moving aside to let Shawn in as he inspected the top of his pants for any damage. None, fabulous.
Shawn closed the door and leaned against it. "I guess that explains why you're not dressed, then?" Aaron looked up to glare at his friend, when Shawn reached out and pinched one of his nipples.
Aaron jumped back, then smacked Shawn's arm hard. "Fucker, I got soap on my shirt. I had to change." He tugged the turtleneck over his head and smoothed it down, enjoying the cling of the soft material. Aaron moved to stand in front of the mirror and began to adjust his clothes. He was in the middle of fixing his hair when Shawn stood behind him and ran a hand down his back.
"I thought you were gonna wear red." Shawn said, rubbing Aaron's arm. "Nice stuff," he commented absently.
Aaron gave Shawn's reflection an evil look. "No, you told me to wear red. I never said I was going to." He fiddled with the top of the turtleneck, shrugging Shawn's hand off. "I'm not your bitch, Shawn, though you may think differently."
Shawn let his hand drop, giving Aaron a confused look, before smirking slightly. "It could be fun, you being my bitch." he said, and crossed his arms over Aaron's shoulders. Shawn rested his chin on his elbow and gave Aaron a cocky grin.
"Get real, Shawn." Aaron turned and walked to the couch, grabbed the leather jacket and shrugging it on. "Why the hell are you so late, anyhow?" he asked, and began rooting through his pockets, tugging out various things. Phone, check.
"Oh, right. That was because Tonya called to tell me Stacy was held up, so we had to push it back." Shawn explained. Aaron grunted, still checking his pockets. Keys, check. "Shit, I'm sorry. I forgot to call to tell you, but I figured I'd just come over, you know?" Shawn leaned back against the wall, stuck his hands in his pockets, and watched Aaron ignoring him.
"Mm-hmm." Aaron rooted through his wallet. Money, credit cards, condoms. Check, check, check. He snapped his wallet closed and slid it back in his pocket, before glancing up at Shawn. He paused, letting Shawn's words sink in. "Wait, what? Why didn't you call, you jackass?" Aaron asked, moving to the hallway. Shawn walked to the door and waited for Aaron to turn out the lights. "You made me wait for over an hour, next time I'll just fucking stay home."
"Oh come on, man." Shawn sounded exasperated and Aaron thought he had no right to, not after he suckered Aaron into this double date with a fucking masseuse, and goddamn he didn't want to think about where that thought could lead. "I'm getting you a date and you're doing nothing but bitching."
Aaron pushed Shawn out the door hard and closed it behind him. "Fuck you, funny man. I don't need your help. I pull just fine on my own. I'm just helping you get laid."
They made their way downstairs, Shawn immediately lighting up once they hit the street. "Okay, we're meeting them at the bar." Shawn told him on the way to his car. Aaron got inside and wondered for the twenty-eighth time what the hell he was doing.
But then Shawn turned on the radio and Aaron was distracted by Metallica. They made their way to the bar in near silence, Shawn smoking and Aaron wishing he was somewhere else. Preferably in another state. But then they got to the bar and Aaron perked up a little. It was a trendy place, there were a lot of people there, and if he wanted to bail he could easily do so.
"Okay, where's your friend." Aaron asked once they were inside. He shrugged his jacket off and looked around, trying to spot who Tonya and Stacy could be. He felt Shawn nudge his arm and turned around in time to see a leggy blonde attach herself to Shawn's side.
"Shawn, hi." she said, smiling brightly. She ran her hand down his arm and Aaron raised an eyebrow. "I'm glad you made it. Who's your friend?" She asked, looking Aaron up and down. Aaron smirked and stuck his hand out.
"Aaron." he said simply, shaking her hand once. "And where's your friend?" Aaron asked, looking around. No redheads in sight, and he didn't know whether or not he should be relieved.
Tonya just giggled. Aaron tried not to roll his eyes and look interested instead. "Oh, she's at the ladies. She'll be out in a minute. C'mon, we got a table." She took Shawn's hand and began to lead him. Shawn turned around on the way to the table and gave Aaron a look.
Aaron nodded and gave Shawn and 'ok' sign, making Shawn smile and turn back around. Then Aaron gave Shawn's back the finger.
"K, right here." Tonya waited for them so sit, before sitting herself practically in Shawn's lap. Aaron fitted his jacket over the chair and took his phone out of it, sticking it in one of his pants pockets and doing a bang up job of ignoring the couple across the table from him.
That is, until Tonya looked up from Shawn's shoulder and laid her hand on Aaron's hand. Aaron tried not to yank it back and looked up. "Here comes Stacy, Aaron." She nodded her head to the side and Aaron turned to look.
And nearly swallowed his tongue.
Yeah, she was cute. Sure. She was redhead, and short, and he didn't give a fuck if she was in law school because she was about twenty years older than he was. He kicked Shawn's foot under the table, and watched as Shawn pulled himself out of the muddle he was in and glanced over at him.
"Dude, what's up?" Shawn asked, oblivious. Aaron took his eyes off of Shawn's face and glanced back at the floor, where Stacy was getting closer and closer, and Jesus Christ, she had to be old enough to be his mother.
Aaron smiled at Tonya and grabbed Shawn's hand. "Hey, can I borrow him for a second? We're gonna go get some drinks." He gripped Shawn's shoulder and pulled him to his feet, hauling him to the nearest bar.
"What the hell?" Shawn asked, rubbing his shoulder. He signaled the bartender over.
"What?" Aaron asked, giving Shawn his patented 'Are you fucking kidding me?' look. "How the hell can you ask me what, I've got fucking aunts and uncles younger than her! She's in her fucking forties, Shawn! This was your great idea?" Aaron turned to the bartender. "Two shots of whiskey. Straight up, no chaser." he said, reaching for his wallet. He turned back to Shawn, and leaned against the bar.
"Come on, Aaron. She's not that old." Shawn said, leaning next to him and surveying the table. Tonya and Stacy were talking, and Aaron couldn't help but notice Stacy's glasses, probably aging her another five years.
He turned back around when the bartender placed his shots on the table. Aaron slammed them down one after the other, then hissed. Shawn put his hand on his arm.
"Look, dude. I'm sorry, I didn't think." He stopped, and Aaron just looked over at Shawn and fuck it, he can already feel his resolve melting. Fuck Shawn Ashmore.
Aaron puts a few bills on the counter and sighed. "One drink. And I'm gone."
Shawn smiled then, a small tug on the corner of his mouth, and it was almost worth it. He rubbed Aaron's arm lightly. "Look, I'll make it up to you. I didn't think."
"You don't say." Aaron said, cracking his neck. He let Shawn order the drinks, leaning against the bar and staring at the table. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this shit all the time, man." he mumbled to himself. "I'm such a fucking idiot for listening to you all the time. I should know better by now."
Shawn glanced at Aaron and nudged his arm. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. Now help me carry these."
Aaron grabbed two beers and stalked past Shawn to the table, forced smile on his face.
"Hey, I'm Aaron." he said, placing a beer in front of Stacy and sitting next to her. He held his hand out and she looked down at it, before back up at Aaron in surprise.
"Oh, I'm Stacy." Aaron noticed with a sense of relief that she didn't seem too thrilled on the generation of her date and managed a real smile. "It's nice to meet you."
Aaron gave Shawn a look as he sat, placing his beer firmly to his mouth and downing a defining gulp. One. Fucking. Drink, his eyes screamed. Shawn gave a small smile and turned to Tonya.
Aaron steeled his resolve and turned and gave Stacy his full attention.
"So, any kids?"
Aaron tugged his jacket on quickly once he pushed through the doors of the bar and turned left. Fuck taking a cab, he needed to walk this one off. He stalked down the street, trying to keep some semblance of calm, before a shout stopped him.
"Aaron! Hey, Aaron!"
He turned around to see Shawn outside the bar, pulling on his own jacket. "Wait up, man." Shawn jogged over, keys jingling in his hand. Aaron raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.
"What's up, man?" Shawn asked, once he reached Aaron. "The car's that way, man." Shawn jerked his head in the other direction and Aaron resisted the urge to hit him. His hands balled into fists in his pockets.
"Your point? I told you I was leaving after that drink, you don't have leave too." Aaron waved a hand vaguely towards the club. "Go on, go have fun with your masseuse. Call me later, but just. Not tonight. Not after that, man." Aaron nodded towards the club and shook his head.
Shawn ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I kind of. Can't anymore, because now Tonya's friend's pissed, and she's got to take care of that. Look, we're gonna reschedule for tomorrow night."
Aaron opened his mouth to tell Shawn to ask someone else, but Shawn grabbed his arm and cut him off quickly.
"She's gonna bring another one of her friends instead," Shawn told him. Aaron looked down at Shawn's hand, and back up at his face. Shawn let go of his arm and sighed, looking at his feet. "Look man, nevermind. It's cool, I'll just..." Shawn trailed off, and Aaron wanted to hit himself for what he did next.
"Fine." He watched as Shawn looked back up, already smiling again. Aaron wanted to kick himself. "Whatever, don't get excited. Just... don't call until before you come, alright? I'm not too fond of you right now, Shawn." he warned.
Shawn's grin was soft. "Right." he said, then nodded back in the other direction again. "So, car?" he suggested, walking backwards. Aaron sighed, before doing the only thing he knew how to do and followed Shawn.
ahhhhhhhhh, thank you frankie.
*cuddles and schnoogles and give frankie booze*