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Eric quickly glossed over what exactly Ber had meant when he said ‘do what we were doing’. If he thought too hard about that, he’d have a very embarrassing problem that he wouldn’t be able to resolve until later because he was determined not to make a move tonight. That wasn’t what this was about this time. He shrugged, looking at Ber and wishing he could help him more. He was shit at giving advice usually. 
“I don’t know...I think it’s worth it. I mean, I’ve had girlfriends before and it’s nice to have someone you can count on no matter what. It’s nice to know that if you had a long day you can go and be with someone who will hold you and tell you what a good job you did, if that makes sense. It takes some of the pressure off.” He realized he was rambling and tried to back off some. 
“I’m such a relationship guy anyway, usually, but I suppose I sort of see what you mean. For what it’s worth...well, I would probably date you so don’t think you’re undatable or anything. You’re a very interesting guy and if that other bloke didn’t want to date you, it’s not your fault. Your new boyfriend also seems to like you so, yeah...just be yourself. That’s really all you have to do in relationships.”
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Fresh Start | Beric
It was strange, really, to be sitting here across from Ber, just talking. But it was also very nice. They were friends. Eric could live with that. He knew it would take some time before he’d stop wanting to rip his clothes off, but he could do it. He could do it for Ber. 
He laughed when Ber mentioned he’d never done the boyfriend thing and took another sip of his beer. “It’s not that hard, really. You just act like yourself and if you like each other it sort of falls into place, you know? Just don’t put too much pressure on yourself, Berlioz. I…” He stopped, not wanting to make assumptions, but knowing (especially from this conversation) that Ber was one to put a lot of unnecessary pressure on himself. 
“I don’t want to sound like I know you, because I know that I don’t know that much, but don’t beat yourself up too bad, yeah? Shit happens, and I bet none of that bad stuff that happened with that other bloke was even your fault. And if you like this other boy, just go with it and see what happens. Everyone has to start somewhere.”
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Part of Eric expected to be shown in only for a moment and then shooed away as soon as was polite. That didn’t seem to be what was happening, though. Naveen had his hand on the small of Eric’s back and that was all he could think about. He walked forward slowly, taking in all of the luxurious furniture and couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Especially when Naveen moved in front of him and stood extra close. 
Eric wanted to kiss him. 
It was totally crazy, but he felt like maybe Naveen was giving off that air. He was looking at him like he wanted to eat him up and who was Eric to complain if a prince wanted to take advantage of him. That would be really stupid, wouldn’t it? I know you’re a prince and you’re insanely good-looking, but I should probably get going now. No. That wasn’t going to happen. If anything, Eric would just stare at him until Naveen kicked him out. 
“I--” He meant from the bar, right? Eric realized he wasn’t exactly sure what Naveen meant. “I’m okay for now,” he said in a small voice, not wanting to sound foolish. Would it be weird if he just reached out and touched him, just to see if he was real? Probably.
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The door opened to the apartment when Naveen inserted the key. Of course, as expected, it was already fully furnished. It had been taken care of long before the prince’s arrival, and it certainly didn’t disappoint. The man couldn’t help but smile in delight, because he’d look totally silly if he walked into his brand new luxury apartment with a hot guy and it wound up completely empty.
But it was great. It lacked personal touches for now, but it did the job. He even noticed a mini-bar and a wooden counter in the far corner, next to the largest window, so that was great, too. He just hoped it was stocked.
Naveen looked at Eric and grinned at him, even offering him another playful wink. Then, he placed his hand on the other’s lower back and gently kept it there, as he walked in, to bring him along. “Make yourself at home, please,” he suggested, and turned to face him as soon as they were in, purposefully standing very close, as per Naveen’s usual manners when he was attracted to someone. “So, what do I get you?”
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It was strange, really, to be sitting here across from Ber, just talking. But it was also very nice. They were friends. Eric could live with that. He knew it would take some time before he’d stop wanting to rip his clothes off, but he could do it. He could do it for Ber. 
He laughed when Ber mentioned he’d never done the boyfriend thing and took another sip of his beer. “It’s not that hard, really. You just act like yourself and if you like each other it sort of falls into place, you know? Just don’t put too much pressure on yourself, Berlioz. I...” He stopped, not wanting to make assumptions, but knowing (especially from this conversation) that Ber was one to put a lot of unnecessary pressure on himself. 
“I don’t want to sound like I know you, because I know that I don’t know that much, but don’t beat yourself up too bad, yeah? Shit happens, and I bet none of that bad stuff that happened with that other bloke was even your fault. And if you like this other boy, just go with it and see what happens. Everyone has to start somewhere.”
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See, everyone always said things like that. Talk it out, Ber. What are you thinking, Ber? How do you feel, Ber?  In the end though, he never found much got done, talking about how he felt and all. Whenever he managed to do so, it ended with him feeling worse than the start. For example, there’d been the time his friend had wanted to date him and all, and he’d not been into her and she’d cried about it when he told her the truth, said that he just didn’t feel that way, and he’d been a git. Then there was Simba–case and point. He said words  and got laughed at.
The memory still burned. Stupidly wonderful boy. Like he knew nothing at all, which he didn’t, fuck, he wished he could get those words out of him, wished he’d never said how he felt to Simba at all. It was just stupid. 
“It’s just stupid,” he voiced it out loud to Eric now, meaning everything.  “Really. It’s– nothing. I liked this bloke, and we, erm, y’know…” he shrugged “I mean, we kissed, but it wasn’t anything and he didn’t actually want me, and I deluded myself into it and last time you talked to me, I guess I was sort of still –upset over it, or whatever, but…” 
But then it happened again and I’m the biggest fool, you’ll see that Eric, you’ll tell all your mates, you’ll laugh too. 
“But anyway, it’s just–cliche, and tired, and useless,” he said and shook his head at himself. He was half-way done with his beer and would need another after all this. “Not worth dwelling. There’s another…er…I dunno, I just met this other bloke, but I dunno how to do it. Y’know, the dating thing. I’ve never done it really.”
Maybe Eric could help him there–he’d had girlfriends. He’d done the doting boyfriend thing.
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He was messing this up. He was obviously acting like a fool judging by the way this man was looking a bit uncomfortable and then he actually said it so Eric felt like a total mess. It wasn’t his fault, though. It was this man’s fault for being so attractive when Eric hadn’t been prepared. 
“I don’t mind getting up early,” he blurted, but he could feel his stomach starting to churn. He was extremely embarrassed. “You know...I actually came over here to talk to you because I couldn’t stop looking at you.” 
Wow, fuck. Now that it was out, he had to keep going, right?
“You’re very in shape and I just wasn’t...I’m sorry I came over here and bothered you. I really would like to run with you, though, if you don’t mind. I do need a partner, but full disclosure, you’re like movie star hot. I understand if that makes you uncomfortable...I’m apparently trying this new thing where I’m telling people what I actually think.”
Eric shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at his shoes. This was probably going to trn out to be the most embarrassing moment of his life.
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Blaine had really just intended to help the guy, but it didn’t seem like that was the way it was going over at all. This was starting to get a little awkward, and he wondered if he had done the right thing, or if it would be better if he just….left. But he had already offered to help him with exercise routine and stuff. It would be a dick move to just suddenly change his mind.
“Hey, don’t sweat it. I’ll run with you if you really want. I usually do that in the morning anyway, though I doubt you’d want to get up that early.” Most people liked to sleep in, but he liked to keep himself busy. And jogging before he ended up heading in to work was a nice start to his morning. It helped him get more alert.
“Either way it’s fine. If you need any help, you’ve got it. You kind of look like you’re freakin’ out a little so….if you’re not up for that just yet, you’re welcome to just say so.”
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This whole day was probably a dream. Eric felt like he was floating. Perhaps he was just dizzy because he kept forgetting that, in order to live, you are supposed to keep breathing. It’s hard to remember to breathe when beautiful princes stand very close and smile very brightly. It’s even harder to remember to breathe when they offer you things like drinks in their new apartment just for walking the across town. 
In a perfect world, Eric would be smooth and accept the invitation with grace. They’d go up to this man’s apartment and Eric would get to watch as he changed his clothes or cooked a waffle or did literally anything. It didn’t matter. As it was in reality, however, Eric was a stammering moron and it took him three tries to finally say “Yes.” Then he nodded like an idiot because an exchange with this man wasn’t complete until he’d acted like a moron in some way. 
They walked toward the building, Naveen actually walking in front of him now, and Eric couldn’t help but notice how nice even the back of him looked. He literally looked regal. It wasn’t fair. How was he supposed to prepare for something like this to happen to him? He was doomed the second this asshole got off the plane or private jet or whatever it was that flew him here. 
They reached the door and Eric stared at it. He couldn’t believe he was about to see the inside of a prince’s apartment.
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The prince expected more of a fanfare when talking about his title, but then again, he was fine with seeing the current object of his affections being charmed by his smile. Naveen was really good at smiling. If smiling at people were an Olympic sport, he would probably win every time, and then make out with the judges, because that was what usually followed one of those smiles. We can just say he was really good at smiling.
“You didn’t tell that to me but now you have, so no harm done! It’s literally a pleasure to meet you, Eric!” Naveen exclaimed, arching his brow at the other. “I would really appreciate your help! Yes!” he added when the other told him he’d guide him to the apartments. And so, they set off!
Along the road, Naveen got enough time to scan Eric up and down. Granted, it was his backside that faced him at all times, but it wasn’t an ugly backside at all. The rest of the time, he was able to take in the view of the town itself, and wave at passers-by even if they didn’t know who he was. That felt strange, not having strangers know your every first name.
Eventually, as they arrived, Naveen couldn’t help but smile at the building he was facing. Granted, it was no castle, but it was the closest thing one would probably find in a town like this. Then, he looked down at Eric and flashed one of his smiles yet again, moving closer to the other on purpose. See, Naveen never invaded personal space. Everyone’s personal space immediately disappeared as soon as Naveen came close. “Thank you very much, yes! I know the apartment number. 1010!” He recalled it because it was twice a ten; the same way he classified himself on the hotness scale. “Say, are you busy? I’m sure Lawrence – the short man – will show eventually, but I could thank you with, perhaps, a drink? I’m sure there’s a sort of bar up there in my apartment. Probably. If not, we can improvise!”
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Ber shifted uncomfortably in his seat and it got Eric’s attention. Before he hadn’t noticed how fidgety Ber was being, or how he kept looking around and avoiding eye contact. Now that he saw all these things, Eric realized that Ber was having a problem. He was troubled and as sexy as he was whilst being troubled, he was still troubled and Eric should probably pay attention to what he was saying instead of staring at him and wondering if he’d be able to get him naked any time soon. 
Eric blinked a bit, trying to focus on the words, and then he shook his head. Okay, he was here now. He was sitting here in this bar across from a boy who clearly had a lot to talk about and no experience actually talking. 
They were never dating. As much as Eric liked Ber and as fit as Eric thougth Ber was, they’d never actually gone as far as to date. They’d fucked. They hadn’t dated. “You’re right,” Eric said. “We never dated and you’re my friend as far as I’m concerned.” It was true. Eric considered Ber his friend and he would enjoy it if they started actually acting like it. 
“You can talk to me about what’s bothering you. I’ve been told I’m a fairly good listener and I promise nothing you say will scare me away or make me feel awkward. Honestly, it would be good to have someone to talk to, yeah? All of this is so confusing anyway so why make it worse by not talking it out?” 
Eric offered Ber a smile and took another swig of his beer. Yeah, he could be Ber’s friend. He’d just have to concentrate on not looking at him too hard.
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Berlioz fell silent again, hand goin back to scratching at the wooden table, at a bit of marker or something (and ‘course he couldn’t get it off but that wasn’t the point of his fidgeting). He had no idea where he’d begin with it all, the all that was Simba. But it didn’t matter much, did it. All old news. Eric didn’t need to know, and sides, how awkward would it be if Ber confirmed he’d fancied someone else over Eric the whole time they’d been having a go at it? 
The problem was–Berlioz didn’t know how to…he felt so differently toward Eric as he did with Simba. Eric was gorgeous, no denying that, and being near him had made Ber want to jump out of his skin to get closer and closer and closer. Even now, he was aware of Eric’s hands, Eric’s mouth, Eric’s…body. He knew how fit the boy was and knew exactly how it felt to kiss him. It was the kind of heady lust he’d never had with girls. He wanted Eric to devour him all the bloody time. 
But Simba. Simba sucked all the air out of the room with a smile. It wasn’t even about sex with Simba. Ber could just lay next to him or steal a cuddle and somehow be happy. He wanted to have sex with Simba too, absolutely, it just–it was so different. 
How could he describe it all though? The mess of his feelings? And now he was maybe dating Terence, which felt easy, which felt so lovely, like he was living in a movie and even if he flubbed his lines, someone would let him try again. 
“Er…it’s…” He hated himself he really did. He looked up at Eric. “God, I’m a git. I really–y’know, I–” he shifted around in his seat, looking sideways at the wall. “I just don’t know what I’m doing,” he finally confessed. 
He managed to look at Eric again, guilt plain on his face. “I…I dunno how to talk to you about this stuff, I …we were, I know you know we were never…exclusive or anything, it’s just awkward.” 
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Eric stared at Melody for a second, wondering if she was joking. When he realized that she wasn’t, his face broke out into a large grin. “Are you serious? How have I gone this long without knowing that? Shit, Melody, do you realize how much grief this would’ve saved me if I’d known? I wouldn’t have worried about being the only gay one in the family!” 
That actually wasn’t so bad, he thought to himself after he said it. He’d just told her he was gay and he didn’t feel like jumping out a window. “I’m a little disappointed, though. I was sort of looking forward to talking to you about hot guys, but I think I’ll get over it.”
Cousins Reunited {Eric & Melody
Melody shook her head, at his remark. Bumping his shoulder. She knew she looked like hell, or well probably. But it was wonderful he wasn’t being awful about it, she loved Eric for this trait. Him being so laid back. It was truly wonderful and needed at the moment. 
It felt like a weight was off her shoulders, like all those years all she needed was that cry. But she had felt pathetic, crying on her own. But now she didn’t feel pathetic of alone. She just gave him a smile. Until he said something about guys hitting on her.
She made a face. “I don’t bat for that team,” she said flatly, her smile gone from her face. “But nice try.”
She had thought the had gone over this? Then again, maybe not.
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Eric could not believe this was working. Since when did it ever work out in anyone’s favor to act like a complete idiot? Apparently since now. All he’d done was stare and babble in the direction of a very attractive man and now that attractive man was introducing himself and offering to help him work out. 
Eric knew how to work out. He played every sport his school offered--was actually the captain of several teams--so working out was not new to him. What was new to him was working out with men who looked like this one. “Right,” he said before he stared too long and began to look daft. 
“Do you run? I was just asking because I was thinking about running some but every time I try to do it on my own I never stick to it. I heard it’s better if you run with another person so you actually challenge yourself. I was thinking if you run perhaps we could run together? If you don’t want to that’s obviously alright. I just really want to push myself. But yes, routine. I definitely need one of those.” 
Eric felt the increasing urge to just run away and he knew it showed on his face. He was seriously embarrassing himself.
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“It’s not a problem. I mean I don’t want you to feel discouraged or anything.” What was he even saying? Blaine really shouldn’t be offering to do something he didn’t really have experience teaching this. He was a teacher, but this wasn’t what he planned for at all. “Thank you though, that’s really nice of you to say.” He must think Blaine was pretty well built, which was encouraging. He liked to think his own hard work was rewarded in some way.
And coming from an industry that had been all about attention in some way, yes, Blaine did enjoy getting positive feedback and compliments. He wasn’t really sure about people who didn’t enjoy those things. “You really don’t have to apologize. You’re not really bothering me. I mean it would be a different story if you were demanding help from me or something. But that’s not it. You’re fine. Seriously.”
Blaine smiled and took the hand offered, shaking it gently. “Eric, it’s good to meet you. I’m Blaine.” And he added, “and you really don’t need to apologize. It’s fine. You haven’t done anything wrong. Alright? So why don’t we see about figuring out your routine?”
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I am Prince Naveen, of Maldonia.
Prince. 
Eric tried not to stare, but an actual prince was flirting with him. An actual prince. A very handsome prince who obviously worked out often. His smile was very bright as well. Alarmingly, distractingly bright. It dazed Eric for a few moments before he shook it off and nodded, uttering a small laugh. 
“Did I already tell you my name was Eric?” He honestly couldn’t remember. “It is, if I didn’t and sorry for repeating myself if I did. I’m going to just--let me just show you where you live. I hope I have it right. I think there’s only one place it could really be.”
Eric started walking and didn’t look back. It was better if he didn’t. If he did, he would probably keep babbling or end up asking the prince if he could touch his hair or something stupid like that. He kept walking, feeling Naveen’s eyes on his back which made him walk a little faster, until they finally made it to the apartments he’d been talking about. He turned around to face Naveen and was struck again by just how beautiful of a man he was. He really shouldn’t be allowed to exist actually. 
“So--er--this is it. I’m fairly certain this is the place. I don’t see your little short man, but he might be around here somewhere.”
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The cute little stranger decided to help Naveen on his search, which made him genuinely relieved. Of course he knew where the place was! Most likely, everyone knew where he’d be living. He’d have to find a way to avoid photographers and paparazzi. But what was one simple prince to do?
“Ah, I thank you!” he exclaimed, smiling. “You will be compensated for this.” Probably. Or probably not. Who knew?
As the other began to walk, Naveen couldn’t help but notice him blushing, most likely due to the compliments – and the handsome prince that would be following him around too – and decided to keep talking to him, because it was amusing. 
He wasn’t ugly at all; in fact, he was actually quite attractive. “I am new, yes! I am going to be studying here, so you will be seeing me around. I must say this town didn’t look like fun. But then again, that was before I got to meet you, right?” he added with a playful smile, wondering if he’d blush again. “Did I introduce myself? I’m Prince Naveen, of Maldonia.”
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Eric tried to feel bad that Ber got outed by his sister, he really did. He listened, nodding his head and trying to look sympathetic, but why was Ber so sexy? Honestly, he was talking and Eric just kept looking at his mouth move, watching the way his teeth scraped at his lips when he got nervous. Ber was nervous a lot. 
“Y-yeah--I mean, no. Well, you could do it however you like, but it would be better coming from you, I’m sure. Or not. It’s not even a big deal, right? People don’t have to tell everyone if they want to be straight, now do they? It’s not really fair.” He was rambling, but it was really all he had, because if he didn’t keep talking he would start kissing. 
He took a breath after all that rambling and gulped down the rest of his beer, trying not to fidget too much. He wanted to touch him. His hand even inched forward bit before he pulled it back so Ber wouldn’t notice. 
“So you’re alright, yeah? Like, otherwise?” Ber just needed to talk. He needed to talk about literally anything so Eric could focus on something other than how much he wanted to take Ber into the back and bend him over the sinks. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked at Ber for help.
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Yeah, that was exactly how it felt–well, alright, not exactly. He knew for a fact his mum would barely bat an eyelash in terms of loving or not loving him. He fully expected her, actually, to make a large fuss about how it mattered little at all and she’d prove it to him through some ridiculous manner that would just draw attention to him. His father had voted positively on the marriage bill back in 2013, often remarking about how ‘gays’ contributed to culture and those contributions should be ‘recognized.’  More than likely, his father would make a quip about music and Ber’s queerness, laugh a little, then give him a shoulder-squeeze, which was his way of hugging. 
All in all, two conversations he’d preferred no to have because it was just embarrassing. The underlying message under a coming out conversation was that Ber was, or thinking about, having sex. 
He didn’t want his parents to think about how he was, or thinking about, having sex. Also, there were a million other reasons why staying in was just easier than coming out. 
Eric turned the question round on him. Ber cleared his throat a little, sitting up straighter before he took his pint and nursed away his nerves with a mouthful of beer. After swallowing, he bit at his lip and looked at the table. “Uh–actually–well, it’s–it’s awfully complicated, but it –sort of got out to my sister and brother…so I suppose, I mean, I told ‘em, sort of against my will. With Marie–” he made a scoffing sound, “–well, it’s only a matter of time before everyones knows but…” a shrug “…could be for the best.”  
He drank again and glanced at Eric. “It’s just so much trouble, y’know? Maybe I should just let her do it. Can just…tell everyone for me.”
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“I would say that I am the funniest person in the cast, and that’s simply because everybody else is so painfully unfunny, that it makes me, a not-funny person, seem very funny… That’s not true. Everyone’s very funny.”
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Eric looked up at this man and decided that he was probably going to faint or maybe he already had. Or! Maybe he’d been walking across the street and a car had hit him and this was what heaven was like. Or maybe it was hell because there was no way this guy would ever be into him even if he was flirting with him shamelessly and calling him beautiful. Also, Eric didn’t know if he was joking, but he just said he was royal which could be true and could also be even more unfair than if he was just hot. 
Hot and royal was definitely too much for Eric to handle right now. 
“I know the place you’re talking about,” he said and then wanted to kick himself. He did know, but he really shouldn’t show this guy to his apartment. The longer he was around him the more time he would have to make a complete arse out of himself. “I can show you.” Fuck. 
Eric started to walk and didn’t dare look back. It would honestly be better if the man had decided not to follow him or maybe if he just disappeared into thin air. That one was probably the best since Eric was seriously blushing and even more seriously embarrassing himself. 
“So I guess you’re new in town, yeah?” 
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Naveen’s grin grew with hope when he saw the younger guy seemed to want to help him out. “Yes, a short man, that’s right!” the prince exclaimed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked the other over. He was indeed pretty, so it was even better to talk to him now. He could probably help him and prove to be nice to look at, among other things.
“Well, not any short man. It is a particular short man, do you get it?” he attempted to explain, even if ti was rather obvious that Eric was already aware of that particular fact. When he offered to help, the prince walked over to the other and winked at him. “Ah! Well, I… Do not know,” he admitted, wondering if he had been too stupid not to write down the address before losing useless Lawrence. Uh, nope. Hah! He definitely wasn’t stupid. He was the smartest guy he knew, in fact! Just a tiny slip-up. Probably fate.
“I do know it is this place close to the University, and there is supposed to be luxurious suites there, fit for someone as… royal, you could say, as I am. I do know the apartment number though, so that helps. Do you… have any idea where that might be, beautiful?” he decided to use the compliment again, because it had appeared to have worked the first time. And Naveen liked to see people react to his flirting.
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Eric held Melody as she cried, determined to be there for her when it seemed like no one else ever really had been. She sobbed on him and he held her tight until she couldn’t cry anymore. He didn’t know how long it had been, but it didn’t matter because he loved her and he wanted to be what she needed. 
“Yeah, I can tell,” he said, trying to smile. He pulled her in close for another hug and thought about how nice it was that he had someone else here he could talk to. It wasn’t like he was going to open up and dump his whole life story in her lap right now--it wasn’t really the best time for that--but it felt nice knowing that maybe eventually he could and that she would be there for him. 
“I’m actually really glad you’re here, Melody. And you’re going to be going to school with me which is great. I’ll make sure to beat up any guy that hits on you.” He added that last part with a laugh, hoping to make her smile.
Cousins Reunited {Eric & Melody
Melody curled into her cousin’s arms. She never really had allowed herself to cry over Daniel, thinking if she didn’t he’d somehow show up again, alive, well and happy. At the sound of his voice cracking the gates opened.
Finally after three plus years of keeping the gates closed and letting the emotion and pain build up she finally get the gates oen. Crying or well sobbing, it would seem, in Eric’s arms. All the hours she had practiced staring at the wall focusing on one spot or looking into a light to stop her from crying all went out the window.
To make it even worst he was making excuses for them. He was right about one thing. And that was she was here now. With him. And away from them. Maybe that was all they needed in the first place, space. After Daniel died she hadn’t wanted space, she had wanted comfort in the arms of her parents. Maybe she was the reason they had become to cold. It seemed that way.
She hiccuped she didn’t know how many minutes or hours later. And pulled back, looking up to him with puffy and red eyes. “I-I would say sorry,” she stuttered, her breath hitching in her throat. “But I really needed that.”
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Yes! Perfect! Literally any reason to talk to this man for at least another five minutes was exactly what Eric needed. He didn’t even care what the reason was. The man could’ve said I’ll teach you how to catch a fish with a rubber duck, and Eric would’ve nodded enthusiastically. It occurred to him as he nodded stupidly that perhaps he should just walk out of the gym and stop making a fool of himself. This guy shouldn’t have to suffer because Eric didn’t know how to get laid. 
“I--er--well, I wouldn’t want to trouble you. I was just--” he gestured at him again without meaning to, “you’re so...I just thought maybe you worked here or something.” Eric turned bright red and looked at the ground. “I promise I’m normally not like this. I don’t usually act like such a prat, but I’ve been slacking a lot recently when it comes to working out and I suppose I saw you and got a bit jealous of the shape you’re in.”
That was entirely untrue and not what he was going to say, but Eric thought that probably sounded a lot better than: You’re a very attractive man and I would very much enjoy having sex with you. “I’m Eric,” he said, holding out his hand. “Sorry I’ve acted like such a idiot.” 
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Not Familiar | Open
Blaine had to stop himself from bursting out laughing. Him, a trainer? That was the last thing he really wanted to do. Plus his own trainer had been a part of the lie for a while. He had very little fond memories of that, though he was satisfied by the fact that he had managed to stay in shape without help after he quit filming. He had a good idea of what worked for him, but everyone was different in terms of what worked for them.
He was the last person to ask about that. Still, he had to come up with a nice way to turn that down. He didn’t want the guy to think….well he wasn’t really sure on that front. The best thing he could do would be to get up and go work at another machine and forget the conversation. But he wasn’t going to do that. “Look, I’m flattered that you think I could do something like that, but I’m not a trainer. I’ve never done anything like it.”
Not sure that would be enough to satisfy him, he opened his mouth to add more, hesitating just the slightest at his question. It made Blaine feel like he was letting the guy down saying no, even if it really wasn’t his job at all. Would he even be paid for doing that? What did trainers even get paid? All of that was much more complicated than he really wanted.
“I’m sorry I’m not really what you’re looking for, but I could help you come up with a routine? If you plan out your schedule, you’ll be able to get in shape and start building muscle pretty easily.” He offered, figuring this way he could at least help the guy out a little bit.
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Eric couldn’t help it. He started laughing at the thought of him telling anyone he was gay. No. Absolutely not. Not that he was particularly hiding it, it was just something that was a bit hard to say out loud to people like your parents or the boys on your team that you’ve been spending massive amounts of time in locker rooms with. He also laughed in order to distract himself from how badly he wanted to kiss Ber when he knew he shouldn’t want to kiss him because they were starting over. They were going to be friends. 
“No,” Eric finally said aloud, still laughing. “I can’t even imagine what my family would say. I don’t think it would be very bad, I just know they wouldn’t be expecting it and it sort of feels like I’m almost doing something wrong, you know? I tell myself I’m not, but that doesn’t always help.” He took a long swig of his beer and put it back down on the table with a thump. 
It was rather hot in this bar, Eric noticed, and Ber’s shirt fit him very well. His mind was starting to wander a bit and he thought of what Ber looked like underneath that shirt. Why was this so difficult? He’d never been more attracted to someone than he was to Ber. It was like a fiery magnet or something was buried in his stomach and Ber had the other half in his and they were just doomed to--
“Ber,” he said, trying to cut off his own train of thought. “I--uh--sorry. Have you?”
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Fresh Start | Beric
He’d probably unconsciously conditioned himself to just feel– well, all hot and flushed around Eric, cuz as he sat down, he could feel those familiar feelings stirring, his body wanting badly to be closer to the one across from him. It had been a terribly long time for him–what was it? Maybe since November? There’d been some times he’d been tempted to ring him, but his phobia of awkward confrontations (considering how much of a prat he was) stopped him every time. He’d figured Eric wouldn’t want anything to do with him. But apparently he’d been wrong and now it would be so easy– 
Couldn’t, though. Shouldn’t. From what he’d figured, Eric sort of wanted to be more than just a fantastic shag. And Ber had no idea what he wanted. 
The good thing was Eric just blurted out what he blurted out which helped distract Ber from the thought of breaking his own rule and asking Eric if he didn’t want to get out of here. 
“Uh–” he uttered, then his mouth broke into an embarrassed smile. He chuckled a little, shaking his head and leaning forward a little as he did. “N-no, it’s–it’s not just you.” 
I’m gay too. Practice saying it outloud, yeah? 
“It’s a pain in the arse though, you’re right,” he agreed. “But–oh well, I guess.” His shoulders moved in a half-hearted shrug. “Have…have you…er, told anyone?” 
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