I jerked off that night thinking about Timothy. Yes, still. It didn't matter how depressed he was. Every time he looked at me I got chills. And then when he came so close to me and challenged me. ME! I could give him a concussion with a single push but he just wasn't afraid. Those defying eyes were really something to think about.
So after that I decided to check on him. He was two doors down, there was nothing stopping me.
I opened the door to his room and he was sound asleep. I could hear his soft breathing. Relieved, I reclined to my room and fell asleep too.
The next morning I was pumped because I was resolved to drag T out again. We could do some more sports.
When I opened his door expecting him to be asleep, I was surprised to find him awake and sitting up, staring out the window.
"Yo,"
T looked at me. He seemed surprised. Guess he hadn't heard me come in.
"How do you feel? After yesterday?"
T thought for a moment. "Sore."
"Seriously?"
"My chest hurts.." Timothy rubbed his chest. "From the weights.. My arms too.." He stared off into space. Then he looked at me again. "So thanks a lot." He said this, his tone a little playful. He was joking again.
I smiled. "I was going to drag you out again but if you're really that sore..."
"I'll have to stay in bed for at least.. two weeks." T shrugged.
I scoffed and laughed. I came to him. "Really? Is it that bad?"
T nodded.
"Lift your arm."
He came about halfway. "I can't."
I gently pulled his arm a little further up and T cringed. "Ow, ow.."
"Hmm.. How's your other arm?"
He did the same thing, though this one came a bit further before it started to hurt.
T sat on the bed and looked up at me with those eyes. I felt a flutter.
I cleared my throat. "How about your chest?" I lifted up his shirt which made Timothy nervous. He looked out the window and blushed.
"Woah.." His whole chest was bruised blue and purple and I was reminded of what'd happened.
I ran my finger over his injured skin. "I'm sorry about that.."
Timothy was silent. I looked up and he was just watching me. Then he looked confused. "Did you just apologize?"
I dropped his shirt and rose to my feet. I felt embarrassed and caught somehow. I cleared my throat again and peered around the room for a distraction.
I saw a box on a shelf and was reminded of my gift. I hadn't even had the chance to give it to him yet.
"Oh," I turned to Timothy but then I debated whether or not I should give it to him.
"'Oh'?" T asked.
"Your birthday."
T looked hurt as he thought about that day again. He stared at the sheets.
I went out of the room and grabbed my present. T watched me curiously when I came back in.
"Um.. I, uh.. Didn't get the chance to give this on your birthday." I said when I came back in.
"You bought me a present?" T was shocked.
I shrugged. "Everyone else did. What's the big deal?" I smacked my teeth. "Whatever, here." I pressed the small box into Timothy's hands.
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[BoyxBoy] ✓ I Fell In Love With An Emo Boy
Romance"No, this is not one of those fucking stories where you save me and we have anal sex in the end." Timothy laughed. "It's not? Bummer." Alright listen, I'm not gay. Just because I occasionally peek at the class homo in eyeliner and occasionally think...