It had started with a kiss, just a simple, abrupt, selfish kiss from the older male. He knew it was a corrupt thing to have, yet, he didn't dare stop the routine of it. These thoughts plagued his mind at the dead of night when he was alone, and it sucked. The older male had gone home earlier with the look of relief and satisfaction radiating on his face. Bryce knew the whole affair was toxic, a bad, bad thing to have after the feelings he had developed. Those 'oh-so' heavenly fingers were anything but pure when they touched his skin.
Bryce suppressed a shiver of delight as he let out a tired, sad sigh from his rosy-red lips. He sat up from where he laid and tried to swing his legs over the edge of the bed. A whimper followed by a low, pained moan left his lips as his back screamed out in pain. He slowly got up from his spot on the bed and carefully wobbled to his dresser. He then took a quick look at himself in the mirror. Even in the faint moonlight coming from his window, he could see marks.
They stained his body in various shades of purple, some darker than others. They were littered just about everywhere on his body; from his shoulders to his inner thighs. He turned around slowly so his back faced the mirror and then chose to turn his head slightly. His back and butt were no better off as faint, purple fingerprints were marked onto his hips, his butt was a faint beetroot red, and more bite marks moved up and down his bare back. Something must have really stressed the older man out today in order to have gone so rough on him.
Dark thoughts rattled around in Bryce's head of how happy he could be if Ryan were to be his. Bryce had Ryan at arm's length, within his grasp, but it was the complete opposite of what he wanted. The blonde shook his head as if to disperse the terrible thoughts, knowing that they could escalate and worsen even further. Seeing as that didn't work in his favor, he stared emptily into the dark corner of his room then made up his mind in taking up the test of taking a shower. Bryce limped a few steps forward before his legs gave out, but didn't get any further than the edge of the bed as he fell onto his knees. The impact made his back burn as the soreness increased tremendously.
Bryce didn't blame anyone outside this affair because there was no one else to blame but themselves, and even more himself. He knew he shouldn't have taken a giant leap into a path that had no good outcome. Not only did he play himself, but because of his feelings, he had taken advantage of a friendship so pure and turned it into something so perverse, taking away that purity. Tears welled up at his eyes as guilt built up by remembering the night of, not only Ryan's heartbreak, but his own.
A knock on the door had startled Bryce from his comfy place on the black, leather couch. He paused the movie he was watching and begrudgingly stood up to check who was at the door, visiting at such an obscene hour. The neighbors would become curious and he didn't need people talking about him once again. Bryce ran his hands through his hair to try and tame it a little as he approached the door. He wore some basketball shorts and a loose dark gray t-shirt that showed a bit of his collar bone. Bryce opened the door and found a pale, cold Ohm standing at his doorway with tears staining his face. The rain had soaked his clothing, making him look like a drowned rat.
Bryce let out a soft gasp in shock and pulled the older male in by the arm. He closed the door behind him and he led Ohm towards the couch in the living room area. Bryce heard teeth chattering as the warm air seeped its way into the cold, older male. He ran to get a dry towel for Ohm, but when he came back, gray towel in hand, he found no one sitting on the couch, hoping to find Ohm there. As he approached, he could hear faint sobbing. He took a deep breath as he turned the corner and saw Ohm crying with his head between his knees.
Bryce approached the male slowly and gently placed the gray towel on the older man's shoulders. Bryce was shocked when a hand wrapped it fingers around his wrist and pulled him onto Ohm's lap. Arms wrapped around his waist and a soft, unsure kiss was placed on the small of his collar bone. A gasp escaped Bryce's pretty pink lips from both the contact and the water seeping through his own clothes. Ohm noticed this and gained the confidence to pepper kisses all over his neck and shoulders. A small moan escaped the younger male as sloppy, heated kisses trailed down from his jaw to his neck.
Bryce snapped out of his thoughts when he felt teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his neck. He pushed away Ohm to look at him in the eyes, to which he later found out was a grave mistake. A red face and slight loss of breath is what had captured Ohm's attention when the younger said, "Ohm, this is not what you want, trust me…" Bryce did his best to give Ohm his warning, but knew it didn't get through when soft hands grabbed onto his own. Those warm, hazel eyes were the trap that would catch him off guard.
"Just let me forget…" Bryce's mind went blank and he looked indecisive. "…Please?..." Bryce nodded absentmindedly to the request, "Okay…I'll help you forget…" He left out the part where he would call him his. Bryce moved his body into a position that would have him straddling Ohm. Meanwhile, Ohm threaded his fingers into Bryce's blonde locks and pulled him in. Before connecting their lips, Ohm let out a whispered 'Thank You' and let out a small, unnoticeable smirk. Finally, their lips met in a messy, heated kiss and Bryce wrapped his long arms around Ohm's neck, deepening the kiss. "Ohm, I –"