Summary: Romeo distraught after bring denied love by Rosaline goes to his friend Mercutio for comfort and somehow ends up in bed with him instead
Mercutio's side
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Romeo lay beneath him now twisting and moaning when just a few minutes before he was knocking on the door crying. As he watched Romeo he wondered if the beautiful boy would ever be his. This was just comfort sex to Romeo after all he thought. Nothing more nothing less... but still he wanted Romeo heart, mind, body, and soul. He wanted all of Romeo because Romeo had all of him whether he knew it or not. And the sight of the beautiful boy chest bare and gleaming with a light layer of sweat made it harder on him to know that this was most likely never going to happen again. That he would only see a this terribly gorgeous sight only this once. His left hand went down to rid Romeo of his lower garments. "Romeo." He whispered and Romeo's previously closed eyes slowly opened and looked at him with such an intensity that Mercutio thought Romeo could hear his thoughts. Mercutio saw his reflection in Romeo's eyes and wanted to cry. He was seeing what Romeo saw an ugly man not worth Romeo's time, a man almost to old to be near Romeo and be thought of as proper, disheveled hair, old dull madman's eyes, worn and rough skin dripping sweat, skinny body that almost looked starved, muscular arms that made him look awkward, and a hint of an insane smile no matter what shape his mouth took. "I am just a pitiful creature to all who see me" he thought to himself. That meant this was pity sex not comfort sex he realized. Romeo pitied him enough to forget his rejected love and sleep with him. Mercutio held back tears and kept going trying to get rid of the rest of Romeo's clothes. A soft small hand stopped his and another one touched his cheek.
Mercutio stared into those intense eyes not noticing they were closer until he felt Romeo's soft lips on his. He blinked and felt Romeo's mouth gently press against his jaw. One single tear slipped down his left cheek and hit Romeo's right cheek. "Mercutio." Romeo whispered pulling Mercutio's once busy left hand to his mouth and pressing his lips gently against the center of the rough palm. Romeo then held out his left hand in front of Mercutio's face. Mercutio was shocked but saw the hand in front of him shaking and gave a small smile. He pulled Romeo's left hand to his mouth and gently pressed his rough lips to Romeo's soft hand. Romeo smiled and kissed Mercutio holding his cheek with the hand he just kissed. Mercutio smiled and kissed back using his own just kissed hand to hold Romeo's cheek. It was soft gentle and sweet. And Mercutio didn't care if the sex was comfort sex, pity sex, both, neither, or any other. He was with Romeo and that was all that mattered.