Death of a Bachelor
Parts 1 / 2 / 3 Word count: 567 Pairing: Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney A/N: This has taken me too long to finish… Thanks for reading!
Fuck. What have I done…? How could it possibly be a good idea to invite him over? What could come out of this? Ah, this isn’t happening. And the doorbell rang.
“Hi.” Rogue scratched his forehead and stood aside, letting Sting in.
“Hello, how are you? Um, I’ve brought wine, if you’re interested.” He handed over the bottle.
“Thanks. You can sit here until I take this to the kitchen.” When Rogue left, he glanced around the living room for a few seconds and took a seat on the couch. It was only a matter of time before Rogue came back with two glasses and the wine and sat on the couch in complete silence, almost shaking.
“What are you doing?” Sting was curious. It was the first time he ever saw Rogue faintly trembling and being so restrained, especially in his own house.
“What are you talking about? I’m not doing anything.” He tried to save the situation, yet his efforts were in vain. He could feel Sting’s eyes piercing right through his nervousness.
“Well, you’ve barely said anything since I came here. I’m wondering if that’s because of me.” Sting’s confidence made Rogue stop blinking. He smirked. This reaction was priceless. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say this so bluntly. But, really, can you relax a bit? We’ve met so many times. How is this one so different?” He touched his shoulder.
“You can’t see it, can you? You’re used to this, but it’s an entirely new concept for me. You’ve done this a million times and it’s nothing special to you, but don’t you understand how it feels like for me? I invited you here. I don’t do that. I still can’t understand why I did it and what I’m supposed to do now. I just don’t, okay?” He sighed.
“So it wasn’t my imagination after all. This isn’t an ordinary invite for you, it is indeed something more.” He covered his face with his hands.
“I’m sorry if this inconveniences you, but yes. This is much more to me. I-”
“Don’t say anything else. I know. And I like you too. Well, I mean, more than a friend.” He took a step closer to Rogue, who was left speechless after that.
“Are you kidding me?” This was the first thing that came out of Rogue’s mouth after the entire conversation. He couldn’t believe this was real. He was convinced that it was some kind of a joke.
“Why would I do that? Didn’t you listen to what I just said? I like you. And it’s not normal to me either. You’re a completely different person than any other I’ve ever met. It’s a new beginning for me as well. What’s so hard to believe?” Sting frowned.
Rogue couldn’t stop. He took one step forward and touched Sting’s cheek. Everything happened in a single moment. Their lips collided. Rogue held him tight, his palms on his face. They parted for a moment, eyes half-closed full of lust.
“Hey, can I touch your butt? I mean, to be honest, I’ve been looking at it since the day I met you.” Sting asked.
“What the fuck? Oh come on, you just ruined the moment.” Rogue smirked.
“Yeah, but I got you to laugh, relax and kiss me. Shouldn’t I get a reward?”
“Ah, okay. But I’ll get to touch yours too.”
“That’s fine with me.”















