27. Did we, though?
For once he wasn't the only one in the house, and it wasn't just Shane he meant. He'd actually almost forgotten about the handsome stranger on his couch until he was waken up by yelling. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in E.T's apartment?! Where is he? " Ethan groaned. There was a curtain covering his bed, so Pete couldn't actually see him. "Calm down man, E.T's back there, sleeping. No need to wake him. " Ethan sat up, and considered pulling the heavy curtain away, to face the consequences of letting Shane stay over. Pete was bound to find out. Seemed like he always knew everything. "Hey, E.T, you have a visitor! " Ethan pulls a t-shirt from the floor over his head, runs a hand through his hair and puts it in a bun. Then he puts on a smile and pulls away the curtain.
Pete slams the door behind him: "What, I drive away once and you replace me with that? " He points over at Shane, who's standing in boxers. Great abs, that guy. "I'll make coffee. " He goes over to the kitchen. Pete runs a hand through his hair and laughs, disbelief all over him: "What the fuck? I thought we had something! " Ethan takes a couple of deep breaths. Then he looks up, into Peters blue/grey-ish eyes. "Did we, though? " If he hadn't been scared shitless he might have said something cocky, like; 'Close your mouth, we have flies'. Pete took a step closer and looked down on him: "Of course we did! " Ethan clenches his fists: "Really? Because the only thing we've done since we got back together is fuck and argue. Maybe I don't want to see someone who beat me up, RAPED me, and basically forced me out of the closet? " Peter grabs one of his shoulders. Ethan tries to pull away, and when he can't he can feel his throat tighten. Peter raises his hand. "Please don't, Pete. "