Embracing the Tension Ch. 06

He couldn't hold it in any longer. The sobs ripped out from him like some alien species clawing to get out. Why? Why were they such homophobic, ignorant, fucking assholes? Why was his family a bunch of hateful, narrow-minded fuckers who couldn't see past their bigotry and just love their son because he was their fucking son?

Erik fell over sideways as if his body didn't have enough strength to even sit upright. With his face pressed against the floor, he cried, his tears forming little puddles on the cool wood. God, he wanted to punch something. He wanted to punch something so badly that his fingers itched. He banged the floor with his fist and felt the reverberations through his knuckles and wrist. The pain felt good; it felt better than the fucking mess of his heart.

So, he did it again. And again and again until he felt someone else's hand close over his own.

Ryan didn't say anything. He just sat on the floor and pulled Erik into his lap, holding Erik's hand so he couldn't keep punching the floor.

Erik wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist and buried his face into the warm solid muscles of Ryan's stomach. He clung to Ryan because there was nothing else to cling to, no one else he could call family, no one he belonged to. He only had Ryan now, and he wasn't about to let go.

They sat like that on the floor until Erik ran out of tears. Slowly, his brain registered the feeling of fingers running through his hair, massaging his scalp, a warm hand rubbing circles across his back, and soft kisses pressed against the back of his neck. Ryan holding him. Ryan being there for him. Ryan accepting him when his own family couldn't.

Slowly, Erik pushed himself to sitting, pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his shins. Ryan still sat close, close enough that their shoulders touched, but he didn't say anything.

"Sorry about that." The sobbing had made Erik's voice hoarse.

"I'm sorry about the phone call."

Erik shrugged, but stared resolutely at his broken phone still lying across the room.

"Listen, we don't have to go to your friend's for Thanksgiving tonight. Why don't we just stay here?" Ryan spoke softly, and Erik knew he was trying to give Erik an out.

But goddammit if he was going to let his family ruin Thanksgiving for him. He shook his head. "No, let's go," he said, though his voice still sounded shaky.

"Erik—"

"No, I want to go," he said with more conviction this time. "Let's go."

Using the wall behind him, Erik pushed himself up until he was standing and went to grab his phone from the floor. The screen was badly cracked, but when he pressed the home button, it still came sputtering to life. He tossed it onto the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower, and then I'll be good," he announced to Ryan, sounding more confident than he felt. He didn't bother looking at Ryan; he couldn't quite bring himself to see the look of pity he was sure he'd find. So, he went straight for the bathroom and the hot shower it held.

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Ryan had serious doubts about this, but once Erik had come out of that shower, there had been no stopping him. Despite Ryan's numerous attempts to get Erik to stop and talk and work out what had happened, Erik had brushed him off, determined to get to that Friendsgiving dinner and have the time of his life.

He couldn't quite wait to get started, apparently, if the two beers he drank in the twenty minutes it took them to get out of the door were any indication. And since they'd arrived at Melissa's and Aubry's apartment forty-five minutes earlier, Erik had polished off two more and was halfway through a third.

It was a good thing they brought their own supply, otherwise it would a dry party after Erik worked through the alcohol stash.

There were eight of them around the table: Ryan and Erik; Melissa and her girlfriend, Robin; Aubry and a few mutual friends, Kim, Stanley and Arlene. Stanley and Arlene were a couple from Hong Kong, and though they'd lived in New York for a couple of years, they were still new to the whole Thanksgiving tradition. Erik had taken it upon himself to educate them, which Arlene found hilarious, but Stanley looked less than thrilled.

Erik went on and on about how Thanksgiving was supposed to be about giving thanks and appreciating family and friends. But the truth of Thanksgiving was that it celebrated the arrival of Europeans to North America and how they proceeded to rape, pillage, and destroy the Native Americans. So yeah, they gave thanks, they were thankful for being on the winning side of history.

Ryan tried to cut Erik off after that, especially when he caught the worried looks from Melissa and Aubry. But Erik was more tenacious than anyone gave him credit for, and he somehow managed to always have a bottle or glass of some sort of alcohol in his hand. By the time they started eating, Erik was halfway to pissed drunk.

"So, why turkeys? I never understood, why turkeys?" Arlene asked as she sliced away at her piece of turkey.

"That's a really good question," Erik said, waving his fork in the air. "Actually... I don't know. Do you?" He looked at Ryan, eyebrow raised, eyes blurry with drink.

"No, I don't." Ryan wished he could have sent telepathic messages to tell Erik to just shut up and eat.

"Anyone?" Erik looked around the group, but no one seemed to have a definitive answer.

"Probably because there were a lot of turkeys around at the time," Aubry offered.

"Well, we need to get to the bottom of this." Erik dropped his cutlery on the table with a bit of a clang and started frantically looking for his phone. It wasn't in his jeans pockets, and he ended up having to go find it in his jacket.

While he was away from the table, Melissa leaned over and whispered, "Is he okay? He doesn't usually drink this fast."

Ryan sighed and threw a glance over his shoulder at where Erik was fumbling through his jacket pockets, looking for his phone. "It's not really my place to say. But I think it's best if I get him home sooner rather than later."

Melissa nodded just as Erik came back to the table.

"Found it!" Settling into his seat, Erik occupied himself with finding the answer to Arlene's question while the rest of the party continued.

Ryan had to admit that Aubry and Melissa had put together a nice spread. Not only had they roasted an entire turkey in their small New York oven, but there was homemade cranberry sauce, mashed sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top, green-bean casserole, a potato-and-cauliflower salad, and a delicious herby stuffing.

Ryan tried to enjoy the meal; he really did. The food was great, the company was friendly, but Ryan couldn't shake the tension that ran through his limbs.

"Hate to break it to you guys," Erik spoke up again, dropping his phone onto the table with a thud. "No one knows why we eat turkey."

"Really?" Arlene actually sounded disappointed.

"Nope! There is no reason why we eat turkey! No reason at all!" Erik gave the table a thump that landed a little too heavily, and nearly everyone jumped.

This was going from bad to worse, and short of just dragging Erik out of there, Ryan had no idea how to stop it. Cringing, Ryan sneaked a hand over the table and squeezed Erik's thigh, trying to get his attention. When Erik turned to him with a silly, stupid, drunken smile on his face, Ryan thought maybe he could talk Erik into dialing it back. But then Erik reached down and gave his hand a return squeeze before continuing full speed ahead.

Ryan bit back a groan and squeezed Erik's thigh harder. It only earned him a pat on the hand; Erik didn't even look in his direction this time. And Arlene wasn't helping. Apparently, she could hold her own in a drinking contest and was full of unending questions about the early history of the Americas.

Just then, Erik burst out laughing. It was a loud, booming laugh, that startled Ryan with its suddenness. It was a body-shaking laugh, that had Erik's head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, and when he settled back down there were some tears glistening on his lashes. Everyone stared at Erik with bemused smiles, but Ryan wondered whether there was more to it than some funny comment someone had made.

He caught Melissa's eye and whispered a quick "sorry" in her direction. She smiled in return, but the smile looked strained to Ryan.

"So, are people ready for dessert?" Melissa announced a little too cheerfully as she started clearing the table.

"Let me help." Ryan stood and followed Melissa into the kitchen.

"Seriously, Ryan? What's going on?" Melissa asked when they were clear of the others. "He's not usually this bad."

"Yeah, I think the only other time I've seen him drink like this was..." Aubry had followed them into the kitchen. "Oh, um..."

Ryan raised an eyebrow and waited for her to finish.

"Um..." Aubry shrugged and waved her hand as if it were nothing. "I think someone he liked at the time moved away. It was a long time ago. Maybe I'm remembering it wrong. Anyway, is he okay?"

Ryan's curiosity was piqued at Aubry's statements, but they were both waiting for him to explain Erik's behavior. At least, they sounded more worried than pissed off. He had no idea how much these girls knew about Erik's situation, and the last thing he wanted to do was share too much. "Yeah, at least, he will be. It's just that... something happened today, that's all."

"Was it bad?" Melissa asked.

"Um, kind of."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Aubry chimed in.

Ryan shook his head, glad that Erik had such caring friends. "No, I don't think so. But thanks for asking. I'm sure he appreciates that."

"Where would you like this?" Kim had brought over the remaining dishes, and Melissa cleared some counter space for her. "They're getting impatient for dessert," Kim added with a teasing smile.

"Coming right up!" Aubry reached into the oven and the kitchen filled with the scent of pumpkin pie.

They made it through dessert with only the smallest of hiccups as Erik's loudness devolved into giggles. He couldn't stop giggling and at one point almost snorted wine through his nose. The rest of the party joined Erik in laughing, but Ryan was fairly certain they were laughing at him rather than with him. He had to admit, it was pretty funny, and he much preferred giggly Erik over loud Erik.

The wine-snorting incident was Ryan's sign that it was finally late enough for him to drag Erik home. He was worried Erik would put up more of a fight, especially once it became obvious that no one else was leaving. But to his surprise, Erik stood up from the table, albeit leaning heavily on Ryan, and waved goodbye at everyone.

At the door, he gave both Melissa and Aubry slightly overzealous hugs and thanked them for dinner with a fit of giggles before draping himself all over Ryan. That was how Ryan ended up half-carrying Erik out to the curb while trying to fend off sloppy kisses. Apparently, after giggling Erik came horny Erik.

In a cab, Erik scooted to the far side of the seat and lay down so his head rested on Ryan's lap. Ryan let his fingers run through Erik's thick black hair; he could never resist the soft, silky locks whenever they were within reach. Ryan laid his head back against the seat to gaze out the window, and Erik's breathing fell into a steady rhythm.

All in all, Friendsgiving dinner hadn't been a total disaster. Sure, Erik had made a fool of himself, but no one seemed particularly offended by it. Now, Ryan just had to figure out what to do about that phone call. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop on Erik's call to his family; he'd been the one to suggest Erik make it in the bedroom. But the walls in the apartment were thin, it was hard to ignore the strangled sounds that filtered through, and impossible to pretend that Erik hadn't been sobbing while banging on the floor.

Ryan had no words that would make the situation any better, so he didn't try to use any tired clichés. But he still didn't like the helpless position that left him in. What he wouldn't give to take away Erik's hurt and replace it with love.

Erik stirred in his lap, and Ryan brushed his fingers through the thick hair, hoping to get him to fall back asleep. He kept stirring, though, and after a moment, Ryan had the distinct feeling that Erik was purposefully rubbing his cheek against Ryan's dick.

Ryan tensed as he realized what Erik was doing. He bit back a curse when Erik turned his head, and he suddenly felt the wet heat of Erik's mouth seep through his jeans. Fuck. He did not want to be doing this in the back of a cab; he did not want to be doing this when Erik was so obviously pissed drunk and hurting.

He tried pushing Erik away, but the other man was determined. Squirming in his seat, Ryan gripped Erik's hair and tugged, but that only earned him a groan that reverberated through his clothing and sent shivers up his spine. "Erik," Ryan said through clenched teeth. "Stop it."

The cabbie glanced back through the rearview mirror, and Ryan gave him a tight smile. Nothing to see here, he tried to say with his eyes.

Soon a hand joined Erik's mouth, reaching down between Ryan's thighs to cup his balls and press against his crack. Ryan squirmed in his seat and clamped a hand around Erik's wrist, trying to dislodge those exploring fingers, but Erik was wedged in there. It seemed like the more Ryan tried to push Erik away, the more he determined he was in his attack.

"Fuck, Erik." Ryan's cock was soft and all the Thanksgiving food churned unsettlingly in his stomach. "Stop it, Erik, please."

The cab couldn't have arrived a minute too soon. As the car rolled to a stop, Erik finally let Ryan push him off his lap. But that didn't stop Erik from kissing and licking at Ryan's neck as he tried to pull out his wallet and pay. Getting out of the cab, Ryan had to catch Erik before he fell out on to the sidewalk.

"Erik, Jesus," Ryan said as he hauled the bigger man upright.

"Mmm, Ryan, babe," Erik mumbled, his arms wrapping themselves around Ryan as he burrowed his face into Ryan's neck.

"Okay, come on, let's get you inside."

"Mmm..."

They half-walked, half-stumbled toward Erik's building. Negotiating the stairs was almost impossible; it wasn't wide enough for two fully grown men to climb at the same time. Ryan tried to push Erik ahead of him, but Erik refused to let him go.

"Come on, Erik. Upstairs. We've got to get upstairs."

"Mmm... need you."

Ryan sighed with exasperation. Drunk Erik was one thing, he could handle drunk Erik. But drunk and horny Erik was an entirely different matter and Ryan had zero interest in letting Erik use sex as a distraction.

"Upstairs," Ryan bit out through clenched teeth.

He managed to turn them sideways as he went up first, and Erik followed a couple of steps behind. Thankfully, Erik only lived on the third floor, because there was no way they would have made it any higher, not with Erik palming Ryan's dick, grabbing at his ass, and generally tugging at his clothes

At Erik's door, Erik wrapped himself around Ryan from behind, one arm a vice around Ryan's chest and the other hand stroking Ryan's soft cock through his jeans. Erik's own dick was hard; Ryan could feel it as Erik ground himself into his ass.

"Erik, stop." Ryan spoke with the voice he sometimes used with Chloe when she was misbehaving. He pushed Erik away, putting a good foot or two between them.

Erik blinked at him, a stunned look on his face, and Ryan thought for a second that maybe he got through. But then Erik's lip trembled, his breath hitched, and he seemed to close in on himself.

"You don't want me." Erik wrapped his arms around his middle until he was bent over at the waist, leaning against the wall. "You don't want me. Just like they don't want me. Nobody wants me."

Shit. That was not what Ryan had intended and his heart cracked as Erik slid down the wall into a ball on the floor. He crouched down next to Erik and put his arm around the hurting man.

"I'm sorry, babe. Of course, I want you." Ryan whispered in the space between Erik's shoulder and his ear. "But you're hurting and drunk. This isn't the time to have sex."

Erik didn't respond at first, the hallway filled only with the sound of him sniffling. Then in a burst of energy, Erik shrugged Ryan off and shot to his feet.

"You don't want me!" He fumbled with his keys and dropped them. Ryan scooped them up and held them hostage.

"I do." Ryan held onto the back of Erik's neck. "Never doubt that."

Erik's eyes were squeezed tightly shut but still tears dripped from his eyelashes and trailed down his cheeks. Ryan leaned in close and pressed his lips against those wet paths, hoping that Erik felt his sincerity. When he pulled away, he tasted the salty tears on his lips, but Erik still wouldn't meet his gaze.

Ryan unlocked the door and Erik pushed past him the moment it was open. He made a beeline for the bedroom, dropping clothes as he shed them along the way. Ryan followed more slowly after he made sure the door was locked behind him. By the time he made it to the bedroom, all he saw was a shaking lump under the covers.

Tears rose in his own eyes. Life was so unfair, everyone knew that, but it didn't make it any easier to live through. He searched his brain for something to say, tried to imagine what he would want to hear if he was in Erik's position. Coming up with nothing only made the tears flow a little more freely.

Ryan stripped down to his boxers and slid under the covers. He didn't touch Erik right away, not sure whether Erik wanted to be touched. Finally, he settled on a hand on Erik's shoulder. When Erik didn't shrug him off, Ryan tugged and pulled Erik into his arms, Erik's head pillowed on his shoulder.

Erik's arms snaked around his middle and one of Erik's long legs settled across the top of his thighs. "Please, Ryan." Erik's voice was hoarse as he whispered into Ryan's shoulder. His breath hot against Ryan's skin as he pressed open mouthed kisses along Ryan's collarbone.

With his free arm, Ryan wiped at the tears on his own cheeks. "Erik, please, don't do this. I'm so sorry about everything. But having sex isn't going to solve anything."

"I know." Erik shifted so more of his body covered Ryan's.

Ryan was effectively pinned to the bed. He normally would have loved being in that position, but it felt wrong to taint their intimacy with sex as a means to an end.

"No, Erik." Ryan tried to push him off, but Erik didn't budge. "We can't hide behind sex anymore. We left that life, remember?"

Erik froze in place, a stiff board where he had been pliant just second before. When he tried to pull away, Ryan tightened his arms and kept him in place.

"No, listen to me." Ryan tilted his head toward so they were cheek to cheek. "You're hurting. I know you are. It's okay to hurt because your family has done a really shitty thing to you. And I know you just want to forget, but please don't use sex as a distraction. Use anything else, just not sex."

After a moment, Erik's stiff limbs started trembling. He shifted to bury his face into the pillow under Ryan's head and let out a muffled scream. The sound was wrenching, reaching into Ryan's gut and squeezing until he felt physically sick. He moved until they switched positions: Erik face down in the pillow, Ryan against his back, holding him, kissing his shoulder. Erik screamed again and again, shaking as Ryan held him. The shoulder under Ryan's lips were soon wet with Ryan's tears.

They stayed that way for a long time, until Erik's screams melted into hiccups and sobs. Eventually, his breathing evened out and his body loosened as sleep took him. But Ryan was still awake, rubbing lazy circles over Erik's back.

Erik's dark eyelashes were a contrast to his pale cheeks and even in sleep there was a crease in the middle of his forehead. Ryan ran the pad of his thumb over it a few times until the frown smoothed out. He looked so young like that, without the mask he wore to convince others he was some hotshot.