Damien: What about Kyle?Mature

Rayn didn't stay all that long. We shared a spliff, he gave me my gear and then he went off on his merry way, skipping off into the distance.

Me and Phil settled down on the sofa together in front of the TV, some rom-com playing in the background as I cook up a hit. Phil insists on watching me like a hawk while I cook up a hit to make sure I don't make up too much and OD. I fumble around with my belt, trying to tie off my arm so I can shoot up, but apparently I'm too drunk and high already. Smiling a little, Phil takes the belt and ties it off for me.

I hold out my arm, and smile as he takes my hand gently, prodding around for a vein that isn't collapsed. Once he's done, he leans in to untie the belt, but all I'm capable of noticing is just how close his face is to mine. Not knowing quite what I'm doing, I close the little gap, kissing his cheek. He freezes for a second, processing what I just did. And then he smiles.

"Love you," I mumble.

"Isn't it s'posed to be Kyle that you say that too?" he asks, cleaning up after the mess I apparently made.

"Never thought you'd come back for me."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Thought you were gonna forget about me, or like, end up hating me for fucking up your life or something," I murmur, leaning my head on his shoulder. He strokes me cheek, letting out a hum.

"I'd always come back for you, you idiot." A slow smile spreads across my lips at that and he plays with my hair, his other arm sliding around me in a comfortable, familiar hug. I snuggle up against him, nuzzling his neck a little.

He kisses the top of my head and I feel my smile become a grin. I shift my head, pressing my lips against his. He returns the kiss kinda hard, and I can't say I'm exactly in the mood to resist.


The next morning, I wake up to Phil smiling widely at me, his arms firmly around me. For a moment, I wonder why he looks so happy, before I realise we're both naked. I blush, not sure what to do. Part of me feels bad ‘cause I cheated on Kyle. But the other part? He runs his fingers through my hair and I close my eyes.

"I missed being with you," he whispers. I hum, knowing exactly what he means.

"I missed being with you too," I mutter.

"What about Kyle, though?" he sighs. I whine, burying my head in his neck.

"I don't know. I don't want to think about that right now." He traces random shapes on my back, careful not to irritate my skin, his lips ghosting along my jaw line. I tilt my head, smiling a little as his bare skin shifts against mine, his hand sliding further south with every kiss.

"Damien?" mom's voice precedes her into my room, making Phil freeze, looking up at her sheepishly. Instead of backing out and closing the door, she smiles a little.

"He'd be better for you than that Kyle," she tells me. Phil smiles back awkwardly, moving his hand off my hip. "Breakfast'll be ready in a minute."


We skip having a shower and go straight down once we've got our boxers and a shirt on, figuring mom can deal with the post-sex look.

Just as we're settling down to toast, there's a knock on the door. "I'll get that," Phil smiles, getting up to answer it. "Oh, hey, Kyle," I hear him saying. My eyes widen and I stop dead, my toast halfway to my mouth.

I don't catch Kyle say anything - he just walks right in. 


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