I just had this idea randomly, and I decided to a story with these two since I haven't yet. I own no one involved. All ring names are used to keep confusion down, and yeah.
"Chris," he said, staring at the retreating figure of the man before him, "You can't be serious."
"Serious? Of course I'm serious. You knew you were nothing more than a cheap fling, a side fuck."
His words stung, unshed tears welling up in his eyes, "You don't really mean that…." He croaked," You can't mean that."
He turned, those hazy eyes staring at him, through him, "I mean it," he said, firmly, "We're done."
"Alex," said a voice soon followed by his entire body being shaken, "Alex wake up!"
His eyes flashed open wide, his body shaking as he sat up, nearly clunking heads with the boy sitting in front of him, his dark hair messy in its ponytail. Alex whimpered faintly, searching frantically around him as reality hit and he dropped back amongst his pillows, panting lightly as he stared up at the ceiling. He could hear the distant ticking clock and the soft breathing of the other boy as he watched Alex, a frown coming to his soft lips.
"You were dreaming of him again," he asked softly, "Weren't you?"
He didn't answer, just a soft scoff as he rolled to his side, curling up amongst the sheets, the extra pillow clutched to him like a forgotten lover. The other boy stared before climbing off the bed and sitting on the other, looking at the third boy in the room.
"Is he okay?" asked the other boy, wiping tiredly at his eyes.
"I don't think so, Jer," he responded, sighing softly.
"Max, we gotta do something, anything," he said, but his brother didn't dare to answer.
Alex could hear them, even with them whispering, trying to make it so he couldn't. He could always hear the whisperings, the soft hushes as everyone talked around him, about him. He sniffled softly, a delicate whimper escaping him that didn't go unnoticed by the two boys in the room. Max sighed gently, and reached for his phone from his night stand.
"What are you doing?" asked Jeremy, yawning as he scooted closer to his brother to get a better look. Max didn't answer; instead he searched through his contacts before finding the name he wanted and shooting off a quick text.
"Go to sleep Jer," said Max, watching as his brother obediently crawled back to his side of the bed and curled up under the sheets. He yawned quietly himself as he sat back against the headboard of their bed, waiting for what he wanted.
His eyes were drifting shut when a soft knock came to the door. He stumbled from the bed and walked to the door, opening it with a yawn. He stared up at the other man, a fleeting smile coming to his lips.
"Where is Alex, Max?" asked Robert, trying to see past the smaller boy though it wasn't hard. He could make out two forms in the two beds, but he couldn't see which one was Alex.
Max stepped back into the room and pointed at the far bed, the figure laying in it letting out a soft whimper. Robert walked into the room and to the bed, pulling back the sheets. He frowned faintly at the soft whimper that he got for his actions, and reached down, scooping the smaller man into his arms. He walked from the room as Alex wrapped his arms tightly around Robert's neck, burying his face into his neck.
The halls were quiet as Robert walked back to his room, Alex still clutching tight to him, almost begging him silently not to leave him. He stepped up to his room, watching as the door knowingly opened and smiled faintly at James before stepping in and placing Alex down in the spare bed. He stepped back and sat on the other bed, watching as Alex curled up amongst the pillows, sniffling softly.
"I thought you were done bringing home strange boys Robert," asked James, sitting next to him.
Robert shook his head, "He's still dreaming about him," he responded, "Can't leave him alone with that plaguing him still."
James frowned, opening his mouth to say something when Alex rolled over, reaching out to them, whimpering. James shook his head, turning to look at Robert, "I'm not sleeping with that little boy," he said, pecking Robert on the cheek before climbing back into their bed. Robert sighed, shaking his head before he stood up.
He crawled into bed with Alex that night, holding the small boy to him. He could feel every shake; hear every whimper that left the poor boy, his heart aching at the thought of being unable to relieve at least some of the pain. Three years, he thought to himself, three years and Alex still couldn't get over it. He closed his eyes that night, clutching Alex to his body, sighing to himself as he drifted off to sleep, providing Alex at least a bit of comfort that night.