Kyle: This Isn't OverMature

I stayed curled up, wanting a hug more than anything for a few hours. I jumped a tiny bit as someone knocked on the door. I glanced at it as Marcus got up to answer it.

"Can I help you?" he asked and I peered round from where I was curled up, trying to see who was at the door.

"Yeah, I'm here to see Kyle" I heard Matt say and froze.

"I'm afraid that's not possible" Marcus said, smiling a little.

"Why not?" Matt asked, sounding all nice and sweet.

"Mr. Thomas doesn't want to see you. In fact, he would quite like you to remove yourself from his life altogether" Marcus said, mirroring the fake niceness.

"Wha? How come?" Matt asked, sounding all confused.

"I've been told you're harassing him, and that I can use whatever method I see fit to make sure you never bother Mr. Thomas again" Marcus said, a fake friendly smile on his face.

Matt gritted his teeth. "And who exactly are you?"

"I'm Marcus" he said, keeping up the smile.

"Wonderful. Hey Kyle, stop fucking around and let me in"

Marcus blocked the doorway and Matt glared at him. I shuffled back a little, worried he'd see me.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Matt" Marcus said calmly.

Matt gritted his teeth again. "I just want to speak to my boyfriend"

"I was under the impression that Kyle is Mr. Cross's boyfriend"

"Yeah, he is. We're going through this whole open relationship thing"

"I was informed that was finished with," Marcus smiled, "now you can either leave by yourself, or I can escort you"

Matt clenched his jaw.

"Which will it be, Matt?"

"This isn't over, Kyle"

"You have five seconds to leave the building before I call the police" Marcus said, a serious look on his face. Matt glared and fucked off grumpily. Marcus shut the door and turned round, seeing me still kind of curled up. "Would you like me to get you anything, Mr. Thomas?"

"Um... I-I don't know"

"Just let me know if you do want something"

"Will do" I nodded and he smiled. I kind of smiled back.

"What day do you visit Mr. Cross?" he asked, sitting down on the couch.

"Wednesdays"

He nodded. "I was told to escort you there and back, if that arrangement is fine with you"

"Yeah, that's fine"

 

Damien smotherhuggled me when he saw me and I hugged back, wincing a little as he pressed against a bruise on my back. I saw the look of worry on his face and smiled a little.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine"

He still looked worried as he sat down and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"So, how're things?" I asked once I'd sat down.

He flashed me a weak half smile. "Alright, I guess. You?"

"Same, really" I chuckled.

He kissed my cheek. "How's the guy I hired?"

"Good" I smiled.

He cuddled me kinda carefully and I buried my head in his neck, nuzzling him as he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you so much" he said, hugging me a little tighter.

"I love you too" ‎​

"I'm sorry I can't be at home with you" he said, pulling out the sad face.

I sighed a little, cuddling him more. "I miss you" I said as he leant his head on mine.

"I miss you too"

"I want you back home"

"Believe me, gorgeous, if I could be back home, I would be"

I sighed a little again, shutting my eyes as he pulled out the sad face again. I smiled a little as I felt him play with my hair and hummed as he kissed my forehead. The two of us stayed snuggled like that til it was time to go.

The End

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