Damien: just a couple hoursMature

As much as I love Phil, I could punch him for his shitty timing. Actually, I might just do that. Maybe.

Kyle starts falling sleep as I just lie there, waiting until I think he's asleep enough to not really notice me getting up. I slip out of his arms and out of the bed, making him groan a little. I glance at him, before going for a quick piss. When I tiptoe back into the bedroom, he's fallen back to sleep, so I figure it's safe to get my phone.

As I'm slotting the battery back in from where it fell apart when it hit the wall, Kyle stirs, waking up a little bit. I ignore it and hope he stays asleep as I start texting Phil.

"Hey. Sorry I vanished. I didn't mean to worry you"

"It's okay, babe, I shouldn't have yelled"

"I don't like it when you guys fight :("

"I know, I'm sorry"

"Don't expect me back for a couple days"

My phone vibrates in my hand, but Kyle jumps in his sleep, distracting me. "Wha?" he mumbles. I look up at his half asleep face. "Wha?" he mumbles again.

"Go back to sleep, gorgeous." He doesn't need telling twice, apparently, since his eyes close again and he falls straight back to sleep. I look down at my phone as it buzzes again.

I open the first text: "Why not? Where are you going?" the second: "Damien? Please answer me"

"I don't know where I'm going yet. I just need some time away from you two always being at each other's throats"

I turn my phone off after that.

And then I turn it back on again.

Sometimes I think I'm as hooked on Phil as I am on drugs.

"Please come back tonight, Damien. I'm sorry"


By the time Kyle wakes up, I'm sort of semi asleep on the bed, my phone still in my hand. Phil spent the last couple hours texting me almost nonstop, persuading me to come home tonight. Kyle yawns and stretches out next to me, making me jump a bit as he snuggles up to me. I hadn't really forgotten he was there, but I guess I just wasn't expecting the contact. He lets out a little giggle, glancing at my phone as I flash him a tiny smile. I'm still deciding whether to go back or not.

I think I might. Even though I kept telling him I won't.

I want to sleep properly first, though.

"Did he call again?" he asks as we snuggle.

A hummed "Mmm," is all I'm really capable of right now.

"What did he want?"

"Just to talk," I mumble sleepily, resting my head on his chest as I feel his cuddle become a little possessive. He kisses the top of my head and I just about manage a baby of a nuzzle, feeling myself falling asleep.

I wake up to Kyle's smile a few hours later. I return it with a tiny, sleepy smile, snuggling into him more when he plants a little kiss on my forehead. I don't want to have to wake up properly; I'm so comfy and warm right where I am in his arms.

And then I remember the conversation I was having with Phil. I look around a little, wondering why my phone's not in my hand anymore.

"You sorta dropped it," he says giving it back to me. I hum slightly, kissing his chest as he flashes me a little smile. He lets out a sort of cross between a hum and a giggle. I litter a few more kisses across his chest, asking him if he thinks we've got time for a quickie before we go in between kisses. I giggle as his lips twist up in a grin. "I'm sure they won't mind if we're a little late." I smile, kissing up ups neck til I reach his lips, earning myself a kiss that's kinda hard. I match it, moaning a little when he nips at my lip.

Humming, he puts his hands on my hips and tilts his head as I kiss his neck. I trail my lips down, kissing over his chest and stomach, teasing him a little. He whines and I try not to giggle, teasing him some more, eliciting another whine from him. Feeling my own impatience growing, I go down on him, doing my best to lube him up enough.


"Move back in with me," Kyle says, a smile on his face as I sit down on the couch in his apartment. I look up at him, a little surprised. The smile stays put on his face and I do my best to keep the doubt off my own. I bite down on my lip a bit out of habit, though and I watch as his smile falls a little. Shit.

I lift my arms up and he complies, cuddling me. I kiss his cheek. "I will. But I have to be able to control my addiction first." Right now it's easy, because Phil is stronger than me - he doesn't give in to my pleading for more, but I know that if I had free access to drugs again, I'd just get worse again. It's not ideal, relying on someone else, but it works.

"Okay," he replies, his eyes betraying how he really feels about it.

"Sorry," I mumble, resting my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head.

"Don't be."

"I'll stay with you here tonight, if you want," I suggest.

"I'd like that," he says, his smile returning.

"I'll go get some clean clothes and stuff, then."

"Want a hand?"

I chuckle a little, "I think I can manage getting some overnight stuff." He nods and I give him a small kiss. "I'll be back before you know it."

"'Kay," he says, returning the kiss.

I walk back to my house, wondering what Phil's gonna say to me and if I'll want to leave. I mean, as much as I'd love living with Kyle, I'm not sure I can leave Phil. I hate that they fight, but aside from that, I was enjoying being able to be with both of them.

"Thought you weren't coming back for a few days," Phil says casually as I walk inside. I glance up at him.

"I'm just getting some stuff," I mutter quietly, fixing my gaze on the floor. He pushes my hair behind my ear, tilting my head up so I have to look at him. He smiles and I feel my lips pulling up in response.

"Why won't you stay with me tonight?"

"'Cause I promised Kyle I'd stay with him."

"You promised? Doesn't mean you want to. Do you?"

"I-I don't know," I stutter, wondering if I want to stay at Kyle's or if I'm getting my stuff ‘cause I know it'll make him happy. "I guess so." He presses his lips to mine and I kiss back, leaning into him a little. He puts his arms around me, smiling.

"Stay with me," he says.

"Buy Kyle-" He puts a finger over my lips.

"Just for a couple hours?" I rest my head on his shoulder, humming my assent. Just a couple hours. Kyle won't mind, will he? 


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