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Society can be a bitch
Apr. 17th, 2021 05:22 pmHunter had spent the last few hours inside the club with his lover, Hans. It had been a good time with some dancing and lots of booze. Both men were drunk and were now leaving, having the limo parked just shy of the curb side. Hans, was a tall, blond and rather handsome strapping young man of around 25 and was very flamboyant in his dress. He often loved to wear coloured leather pants and jackets as well as brightly coloured scarves and high heeled boots. Hunter loved this about the man.
As both men walked out of the club they were followed towards the limo by two rather large and intimidating figures wearing punk clothing. Ripped jeans and spiked jackets with the arms ripped along the sides. They had shaved heads and piercings. One nudged the other as they stepped in front of both Hunter and Hans.
"Evening, ladies. Or are you both queer blokes? Going to fuck each other now are you? You filthy, Tårtor."
It was a slur that Hans first picked up on as he glowered and squeezed Hunter's hand tightly. The limo was only a few feet away yet these thugs were blocking their path. Hunter wanted to slap both of them hard. But he knew they might pull out a knife and stab both the singer and his boyfriend. Even though Sweden was a liberal country for LGBT people there were still some prejudices out there.
"Fuck off and leave us alone."
Hunter spoke up, grabbing Hans and yanking him close as they walked around the thugs and quickly dived into the limo. Slamming the door closed, the singer noticed Hans looked visibly shaken. They could have been attacked and this wasn't the first time that they'd been approached because of how they looked. Also two men together in the street holding hands.
"It's alright, Älskling."
Hunter pressed a soft kiss to Hans' lips, as they drove back to the hotel. They had a room together on the top floor whilst the Hammers were on tour in their homeland. As the limo pulled up to the hotel, both men got out and headed towards Hunter's room. The elevator ride went well as they were then soon back in the safety of the hotel room.
"Jag hatar de idioterna. De borde inte tillåtas förolämpa oss för att vi är två förälskade män."
Hans spoke out clearly shaken and upset, reaching for a bottle of wine, and pouring some into a glass. Hunter wrapped both arms around his lover and sighed. Some people could just be nasty and those thugs were clearly just ignorant.
"Jag vet, älskling. Ignorera dem bara. Vi är bättre än dem. Jag älskar dig."
The soothing words helped as both men then undressed and slid into bed naked.
*****
Around a few hours later in the middle of the night, Hunter woke up needing a piss. He had drunk quite a bit at the bar the evening before and had to use the toilet. The first thing he noticed was that the space next to his bed was empty and the sheets were cold under his touch were Hans had been only a few hours ago. Waking up, the singer got out of bed and then gasped, nearly falling back against the wall in shock.
Hans was on the floor out cold with his face to the carpet, dribbling and looking very pale. Oh god. There was also a small bottle opened which was for pills. Fuck. Grabbing the bottle, Hunter nearly screamed. It was near empty and his lover had taken an overdose. Panic flooded every emotion in the Swede as he immediately ran to the phone, grabbing it and feeling his hands shake as he dialled for an ambulance. Oh fuck no. He then slammed the phone down, running over to Hans, raising his head so he could get air into his airway, and rolling the large man onto his side. Feeling tears roll down his cheeks, Hunter sobbed as he didn't know what else to do.
"Nej, skit i det! Hans... Varför? Varför tog du tabletterna? Herregud, vad är det med dig? Jag älskar dig....."
Was it his fault Hans had taken an overdose? Had the pressures of society finally caused the man to crack? Hunter blamed himself because if they had never gone to that bar the thugs might not have insulted them. But had happened so many times before. Out in public. Holding hands or just being together. Their love was the cause of his. Hunter's love. It wasn't that long before the paramedics came up to the top floor and were now plugging lots of wires into Hans and placing an oxygen mask over his face. Not even realising he was still naked, Hunter just stood there, useless and pathetic. Pale and terrified as his lover was still breathing but barely. The overdose had nearly killed him. Alcohol and then pills. Painkillers of some sort. Hunter turning to one of the paramedics, shaking still.
"Kommer han att överleva? Snälla, säg att han gör det. Jag --- honom."
The medic patted Hunter's shoulder and told him his lover would live. Thank god. But Hunter just couldn't bare to be with Hans anymore. He couldn't be responsible for this. Not when the man wanted to take his own life because of social norms and the life a rock star had to face. He would leave in the morning. Check himself out of the hotel, visit Hans in the hospital and then walk away. Splitting up would be hard but it would at least save Hans' life.
As both men walked out of the club they were followed towards the limo by two rather large and intimidating figures wearing punk clothing. Ripped jeans and spiked jackets with the arms ripped along the sides. They had shaved heads and piercings. One nudged the other as they stepped in front of both Hunter and Hans.
"Evening, ladies. Or are you both queer blokes? Going to fuck each other now are you? You filthy, Tårtor."
It was a slur that Hans first picked up on as he glowered and squeezed Hunter's hand tightly. The limo was only a few feet away yet these thugs were blocking their path. Hunter wanted to slap both of them hard. But he knew they might pull out a knife and stab both the singer and his boyfriend. Even though Sweden was a liberal country for LGBT people there were still some prejudices out there.
"Fuck off and leave us alone."
Hunter spoke up, grabbing Hans and yanking him close as they walked around the thugs and quickly dived into the limo. Slamming the door closed, the singer noticed Hans looked visibly shaken. They could have been attacked and this wasn't the first time that they'd been approached because of how they looked. Also two men together in the street holding hands.
"It's alright, Älskling."
Hunter pressed a soft kiss to Hans' lips, as they drove back to the hotel. They had a room together on the top floor whilst the Hammers were on tour in their homeland. As the limo pulled up to the hotel, both men got out and headed towards Hunter's room. The elevator ride went well as they were then soon back in the safety of the hotel room.
"Jag hatar de idioterna. De borde inte tillåtas förolämpa oss för att vi är två förälskade män."
Hans spoke out clearly shaken and upset, reaching for a bottle of wine, and pouring some into a glass. Hunter wrapped both arms around his lover and sighed. Some people could just be nasty and those thugs were clearly just ignorant.
"Jag vet, älskling. Ignorera dem bara. Vi är bättre än dem. Jag älskar dig."
The soothing words helped as both men then undressed and slid into bed naked.
*****
Around a few hours later in the middle of the night, Hunter woke up needing a piss. He had drunk quite a bit at the bar the evening before and had to use the toilet. The first thing he noticed was that the space next to his bed was empty and the sheets were cold under his touch were Hans had been only a few hours ago. Waking up, the singer got out of bed and then gasped, nearly falling back against the wall in shock.
Hans was on the floor out cold with his face to the carpet, dribbling and looking very pale. Oh god. There was also a small bottle opened which was for pills. Fuck. Grabbing the bottle, Hunter nearly screamed. It was near empty and his lover had taken an overdose. Panic flooded every emotion in the Swede as he immediately ran to the phone, grabbing it and feeling his hands shake as he dialled for an ambulance. Oh fuck no. He then slammed the phone down, running over to Hans, raising his head so he could get air into his airway, and rolling the large man onto his side. Feeling tears roll down his cheeks, Hunter sobbed as he didn't know what else to do.
"Nej, skit i det! Hans... Varför? Varför tog du tabletterna? Herregud, vad är det med dig? Jag älskar dig....."
Was it his fault Hans had taken an overdose? Had the pressures of society finally caused the man to crack? Hunter blamed himself because if they had never gone to that bar the thugs might not have insulted them. But had happened so many times before. Out in public. Holding hands or just being together. Their love was the cause of his. Hunter's love. It wasn't that long before the paramedics came up to the top floor and were now plugging lots of wires into Hans and placing an oxygen mask over his face. Not even realising he was still naked, Hunter just stood there, useless and pathetic. Pale and terrified as his lover was still breathing but barely. The overdose had nearly killed him. Alcohol and then pills. Painkillers of some sort. Hunter turning to one of the paramedics, shaking still.
"Kommer han att överleva? Snälla, säg att han gör det. Jag --- honom."
The medic patted Hunter's shoulder and told him his lover would live. Thank god. But Hunter just couldn't bare to be with Hans anymore. He couldn't be responsible for this. Not when the man wanted to take his own life because of social norms and the life a rock star had to face. He would leave in the morning. Check himself out of the hotel, visit Hans in the hospital and then walk away. Splitting up would be hard but it would at least save Hans' life.
