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Ezreal was drunk as fuck, well, it wasn't anything new for him. He tend to do that occasionally, but this time he wished he wasn't.
Everything was normal at first. He was dancing with the crowd around him, without knowing anyone, without a care in the world. He was covered in sweat. The bass was so loud that he could feel his whole world shaking up and the air was becoming heavier by the second. He didn't know how long he'd been dancing around until he felt a strong tap on his shoulder.
He turned around and took a moment to catch his breath before looking up to the man with heavy lidded eyes. He could tell that he was checking him out but Ezreal was used to the attention, whether it was from girls or boys, and he even enjoyed it if he had to be honest. This man seemed to be way older than him though, and Ezreal had his standarts, despite sleeping around often.
"Why don't you join us upstairs, pretty boy?"
He had seen it coming and smirked upon being right, but he refused him and turned around, only to be yanked back again. He sighed.
"Really? Which part did you not understand?" he asked but he couldn't even hear his own voice from the loud music.
The man gripped his arm tightly, not that he didn't like a little roughness but this wasn't what he wanted. He looked around but no one seemed to notice them.
"I don't remember giving you a choice."
He could hear the alarms in his mind. This was wrong. This was so wrong and he was starting to panic. He didn't have the best build to resist.
The man started to drag him through the dancing crowd and Ezreal didn't even realize how they went upstairs but here they were, stanting before a door. He couldn't really feel his limbs nor control his own body, because he had taken a fine amount of alcohol moments ago. He just wanted a few drinks but when he had too much without actually realizing it, he had found himself dancing the next second.
Talon had seen him drinking one glass after another. He had to admit that he was getting a little worried about Ezreal, but he also knew that he didn't have any right to get involved with him. They weren't friends or anything. He was just a classmate he barely talked, but even so, he couldn't stop himself from checking him out time to time as he worked at the other end of the bar because he looked distressed while chugging down alcohol like it was water.
Just as the boy got up and stumbled on his feet, a customer came and Talon could only catch a glimpse of blond hair in the crowd before he disappeared out of his sight. He turned back to his job with uneasiness. Maybe he wanted to get laid or something. He couldn’t do anything about that. It was his life.
But not long after, something caught his eye. Some guy was dragging a specific blond behind him and Talon accidentally spilled the drink he was preparing when they went into a room.
“What are you doing?” the woman in front of him raised her voice, some of the vodka had splashed onto her dress.
He mumbled a quick apology and gave her a tissue before jumping over the counter in a moment of adrenaline, knocking over more bottles and glasses while doing so. He heard Samira, his friend and colleague, and some others yelling from behind but he knew he had to do something.
He rushed through the crowd and he was breathing heavily when he reached the end of the stairs. He knew something was fishy and he didn’t hesitate one bit before slamming the door open. The sight was just as he imagined. He saw Ezreal standing there half naked, while two other men held him in place, one of them was gripping his hair and yanking his head back. The third one was standing before them and was about to touch him through his jeans.
Talon snapped out of his trance and rushed forward, pulling the man from his collar and punching him right in the face, causing him to take a few steps back. He recognized him as one of their constant customers at the bar when he saw his face. He already knew that he was a prick. He could feel his blood boiling at the thought of what he was planning to do to Ezreal as he punched him again before the other one rushed to him.
He took a solid punch to the face but then he heard a hiccup and that riled him even more. He got rid of his hold and twisted his arm back and kicked him in the stomach. The last one pulled his fists up and looked at him but Talon knocked him down as well.
The prick got up and wiped the blood on his mouth with the back of his hand, saying, "You will regret this boy, I'll have you get fired!"
"As if I care," Talon said, "Now get the fuck out."
And they left, knowing better than to fight him after getting their shit handed to them.
Talon turned around to face him, his expression changing into something softer. He was still standing there, at the same spot, without moving an inch with his disheveled hair and soaked eyes. Talon also noticed the faint tent on the boy's jeans but decided not to say anything about it. He looked inviting though.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Ezreal was still feeling dizzy but he had managed to function somehow as he blinked his eyes repeatedly.
"I... I can't find my shirt," was all he said while he started to look around the room. If it wasn't for Talon, he could've had a dick in his throat and God knows what else right now. Why was he here anyway?
Talon removed his hoodie and held it towards him, saying, "You can wear this."
Ezreal took it and Talon looked away as he covered his upper body with it, then said, "Let's get you outside."
He was about to leave the room but saw him losing his balance in his peripheral vision and turned back. He looked lightheaded. Talon figured it was probably from the drinks. He had already seen him drinking like there was no tomorrow. He wished he would've said something earlier.
He sighed before walking straight to Ezreal and taking him in his arms. The blond looked bewildered but didn’t say anything while Talon carried him downstairs. He was warm and light as a feather in his arms.
Talon was looking straight ahead as he felt his big blue orbs watching him curiously, with his brows furrowed, like he was trying to understand what was happening. Not to mention that his hoodie was quite big for him. Cute, he thought.
"What the fuck happened up there?" Samira asked anxiously when they arrived in front of the back door.
"Nothing I couldn't handle."
"Tal, they looked pretty battered-"
"Look, I can't leave him like this, okay? I'll explain later."
She looked at the boy in his arms and sighed before stepping aside and opening the door for them.
It was a chilly night. Ezreal shivered and snuggled closer to him and Talon didn't say anything as he slowly rested his head on his chest, closing his eyes. He didn’t knew why but he felt the need to protect him even more if he could. It seemed like Ezreal was trusting him too, or maybe it was only from the drinks. Talon couldn't tell but even so, he didn't want him to take a taxi in his current state. He wanted him to be safe, so he carried him to his car and buckled him up in the backseat before getting in as well and starting the engine. Ezreal was looking out the window while he gripped the steering wheel and pulled out from the parking lot.