A few days went on like this, when the two ended up double-cutting even though Ty always tried to prevent it. He always failed miserably, giving in to Sky and the pleasure the metal brought. His wristbands were no longer enough to hide the scars, so he just resorted to wearing long-sleeved shirts. It was getting chilly, anyway.
He rang Sky's doorbell, hoping that the older teen would be ready for school, for a change.
"I'm coming!" Sky raced to the door carrying a paper bag for his lunch and his backpack slung over his shoulders. He hadn't cut his wrists, instead preferring to cut his thighs for easier concealment. Sure, his scars were fresh and red and a little itchy, but it was a good release. In fact, he had prepared for school and tucked a pencil sharpener blade into his pocket - a small, easy-to-carry thing he could cut with if he got too stressed-out.
"Whoa," Ty pronounced, surprised, "What happened? You're never up on time!" Ty said, noticing the paper bag. He raised an eyebrow. He was, for the most part, the one who made sure they both ate.
Sky grinned slyly. "I can't let anyone know about our little secret." And he took Ty by the hand and pulled him outside. "Let's go! The bus is almost here!"
Ty let himself be led, giggling slightly. With this attitude, Sky was gonna make everyone more suspicious than not. The bus arrived only a few minutes later and Ty took his usual seat, near the back of the bus and next to the window. He fished out one of his notebooks and flipped through the pages.
"Did you do your homework, too, by any chance?" he asked.
"Oh." Sky's confidence petered out at that. Then he waved it off with a false I-don't-care smile. "Meh, who cares about algebra?" He sat next to Ty, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his lunch bag. The bus sped off, heading for the next few stops and then the one place Sky really didn't want to go.
High school.
Ty sighed. He started scribbling into the notebook, ignoring Sky's remark. Math was the first class today, and he sure as hell didn't want the teacher to shout at him.
Again.
Sky stayed silent too, staring out the window and watching the blur trees and cars and buildings. Until the bus suddenly stopped and he looked around, suddenly anxious.
They were here.
Ty packed his notebook and pen, grasping Sky's hand for a change. He could feel his anxiousness radiating all around.
"Come on, it's not gonna be so bad," he assured him with a slight smile, pulling him out of the bus in the sea of students.
"Yeah, I guess," Sky mumbled. He followed Ty through the crowd, jostled and shoved but still dogging the younger teen. He kept going until they arrived at the entrance of the school. 'Okay, Sky, it'll be okay. No one knows about your secret razor therapy, and as long as no one sees Ty's scars you two will be okay,' he told himself over and over.
"Sky? You okay?" Ty asked when he felt Sky tense up, "You look really pale," he remarked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. "Just a little nervous."
"You're acting like it's your first day," Ty mumbled, going up the stairs. He was still holding Sky's hand, and found reassurance in the warm touch.
Sky bit his lip. It did feel like his first day, but that was because last night he had lain awake and went over everything that could go wrong. Plus, there was that one thing that everyone seemed to know: If anything can go wrong, it will.
Ty pulled them in the classroom, taking his usual seat in the back. They made it on time; the bell would ring in a minute or two.
Sky swallowed hard as the teacher rose up from her desk and eyed everybody with an authoritative look. He kept his head down, unable to meet her gaze. "Ty… what do I do?" he whispered urgently.
"What do you mean?" Ty whispered back, "Act normal."
"Since when was I 'normal' in any sense of the word?!" Sky muttered. The bell rang, signalling the start of first period.
"Well you acted like you were," Ty whispered, watching if the teacher hadn't noticed them. "Just calm down," he said, taking Sky's hand in his own.
"Gaaaaay," a person from the desk in front of Ty sing-songed quietly. Sky flinched, pulling his hand away. Already, things weren't turning out well.
"God dammit," Ty muttered, watching Sky flinch from the corner of his eye. All he wanted to do them was smack the damned kid. He tore a piece of paper from his notebook, scribbling a hasty 'Don't listen to him,' onto it. He passed it to Sky, eyes still glaring at the kid in front of them.
Another one snickered. "Do you hear the lovebirds singing?"
Sky held onto the note from Ty, gripping it tightly as the teacher wrote a jumble of numbers, letters, and symbols on the whiteboard. 'Don't listen to them, don't listen to them. Whatever you do, don't listen to them.'
Ty leaned over his desk, smacking the other kid's head. "Shut. Up." he hissed into his ear. He kept sending glares to anyone who even dared look Sky's way. It wasn't even five minutes, and he was getting ticked off.
"Hey, Ty hit me!" that kid yelled.
Sky dipped his head and desperately tried to copy the algebra into his notebook. Goddammit, why couldn't people just mind their own business?
"Tyler?" the teacher turned around, giving them an expectant look.
"He insulted Sky!" Ty protested. Well, that wasn't the truth, but he sure as hell wasn't staying in the detention!
The teacher sighed, "You," she pointed at the kid, "have detention today. And you," she pointed at Ty, "will tell me immediately if this happens again. No fighting in my class!" she declared, turning around and continuing her equation.
Sky let out a sigh of relief. Ty had avoided detention. He continued trying to figure out how the hell the math problem could be solved, glancing up at his lover now and then.
Ty offered him a smile every time their eyes met. His equation was solved even before the teacher was done, and he kept correcting Sky as he solved.
Finally, first period was over. The bell rang again, and everybody rushed to their lockers. Unfortunately, Sky's was quite a ways from Ty's, and the older teen was reluctant to part. Hell, they didn't even share second period together. And gossip spread like wildfire through this place; what if people began avoiding them just because they were gay?
Ty could easily sense his uneasiness and he sighed. "Everything's fine," he said, throwing his backpack onto his left shoulder, "And everything will be fine," he added, more to reassure himself, really.
Sky nodded, trudging over to his locker and unlocking it. He swapped his math textbook for his writer's notebook and his language arts folder. He glanced at his watch and shut his locker. Running down the hall, he was suddenly tripped.
"Hey, what was that for?!" he growled, gathering his books back into his arms.
"Hey, look, it's the fag!" a boy standing by the lockers, the one who tripped Sky in the first place, called out, making the group of jocks around him laugh.
"Hey!" Ty shouted, running after Sky even through his next class was one hallway down the other side. Sky was more important than Chemistry, anyway. "What do you think you're doi- Huh?" Ty's arms were captured by one of the tall jocks, and he was painfully slammed against the metal lockers, knocking his breath out.
"And here we have the other fag," the leader sang out, eyeing the duo with a sneer.
"Sky and Tyler sitting in a tree! F-U-C-K-I-N-G!" a third jock crowed.
"Stop it!" Sky roared, backing away. Another one threw him to the ground, kicking him in the ribs painfully. Sky could feel his anxiety rising, morphing into fear-aggression as he reached into his pocket and felt the pencil sharpener blade.
Ty threw himself onto the jock that kicked his lover, hitting him with a greatly aimed left hook. It sent the jock stumbling, though he quickly caught himself and kicked Ty onto the floor with Sky.
"Aw, look at him. Defending your boy, aren't you?" one of them giggled, making Ty avert his glare his way.
While Ty was distracted, the jock kicking Sky tackled him to the ground and tore part of his shirt sleeve off, revealing a few of his scars.
"Wow, you're a retard, a faggot, and an emo!" he jeered.
Sky's mind was catching fire, and he pulled out the pencil sharpener blade. Even though it seemed small and insignificant to the jocks, he knew how deep it could cut. Ignoring the burning pain in his ribs, he rose up.
"Shut up," Ty hissed from his spot, "Shut up! SHUT UP!" He rose alongside Sky, tears leaving visible lines along his cheeks. He had enough. Sky was right; something was bound to go wrong. The whole situation came crashing down on him, the knowledge that the other students just watched the whole scene without batting an eyelash hitting him square in the chest. He grasped Sky's hand, pushing by the jocks with a death look that managed to stop them from doing anything. He was unstable, he knew it and they did, too.
Sky shut his eyes for a moment, searching his memory for any tactics that worked, any battle moves that could be done. And he figured one out.
"Ty, get back."
"What?" Ty stopped, turning back to gaze at Sky. This single moment's hesitation let his clean up his head and get back on level with the situation.
"Get back unless you actually know how to fight," the older of the two spoke levelly.
More students crowded around the jocks and the two lovers, shouting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" as two jocks entered the battle. The rest stayed at the sidelines, ready to stand in when one was defeated.
Ty backed away, watching Sky's every move and shaking his head. He didn't mean this seriously, did he?
Sky rushed forward, then jumped back when one jock reached for him. His eyes glimmered tauntingly, and the second one tried to tackle him but he dodged it with ease. 'They don't know how to fight together,' he realized. 'Maybe if I can turn them against each other…?'
Ty pressed a hand to his mouth, silencing himself, still shaking his head in disbelief. Sky had really meant it.
The taller jock tripped Sky, but Sky recovered and rolled to the side before he could get hurt. Right now, the only injury he had was a slight pain in his shoulder from the fall, but that was nothing. The other jock became increasingly annoyed by the fact that his partner barely hit Sky.
"Hit that faggot, you pussy!" he snarled.
Ty's eyes widened as he realised Sky's strategy. Maybe this wasn't such a lost battle as he thought before. He locked eyes with Sky for a brief second, nodding his head encouragingly.
Sky watched as the tall jock turned to his partner. "Look who's talking! I'm doing all the goddamn work!"
Sky snickered quietly, 'He who laughs last laughs best.'
'You sly fox…' Ty thought, catching the almost invisible snicker, 'Fighting fire with fire, aren't you?'
The jocks began fighting each other, as Sky hoped. But he had pushed his luck; a spectator shouted, "Get the fag!"
'Shit!' Sky barely dodged a blow from the shorter jock, his mind reeling as the two jocks worked in tandem. Dammit, he couldn't fight them both! That was savagely unfair!
Ty slyly moved behind Sky, tripping the shorter jock as he launched at the tanned teen, quickly moving back to his previous position and watching the fight unfold.
Sky avoided the taller jock's right cross, ducking and punching him in the stomach. The jock doubled over and backed away, the blow making him feel sick. Sky turned and faced the shorter jock, who sprang at him with a surprising speed and force.
"What's going on in here?!"
The crowd of students parted, allowing one of the teachers to pass. He looked around the scene, eyeing both Sky and the jocks. He could easily piece together what happened.
"Who started this?" he asked.
"Jocks did!" Ty shouted out, sending another glare their way.
Sky nodded, the adrenaline rush fading and leaving him dazed. "Y-Yeah. Sir, I wouldn't have hit the taller one if I didn't have to."
'Are you sure about that? Are you sure you fought not because you wanted to hurt somebody?'
"Okay, then. You two, go see the headmaster. Right now," he emphatized, "Go see the nurse, Sky. You too, Tyler," he said after looking the two over, noticing their dirtied clothes and Ty's arms.
Sky limped down the hallway, looking over his shoulder to make sure Ty was safe. He clutched his chest, a dull ache spreading over his abdomen as they slunk away. Then, he realized something.
"Ty… I think Mr. McGreen saw your scars."
Ty slowly trudged behind him, clutching his arms to his chest. He nodded numbly, holding onto the scarred skin, "Yeah, he did," he muttered darkly.
"What'll we do if the nurse sees?" Sky whispered. "Hell, what if she sends you to the counselor's office?"
It was always shameful to be sent to the counselor. It branded the poor victim as "problematic" and "unstable", and once you have gone there even once there's no stopping the fall of your reputation. Once you've gone there, you're walking taint.
Ty kept quiet for a moment. "What if I don't go to the nurse?" he suggested, "I could… play it off as cat scratches…" He wasn't even hurt. His shoulder ached from the impact with the locker, but he was absolutely fine otherwise.
"They're a little too deep for cat scratches. They're a lot narrower too." Sky looked to his left and spotted a boy's bathroom. He pointed at it. "Let's stay in there for a little bit and try to figure this out."
"Sure," Ty agreed. "He couldn't have really seen them that well, could he?" he pondered, praying to any and all gods. He sat on the sink counter, pulling on his wristbands.
"Put your wristbands over your sleeve, so it'll stay together," Sky advised.
Ty nodded, doing as instructed. When it looked at least half normal, he sighed. "I can't believe you took them on," Ty mumbled, pulling him legs onto the surface and resting his chin on top of his knees.
"Pffft! I've won battles worse than that." Sky put his arm around Ty's shoulders. "You okay?"
"I should be the one asking that!" Ty said, turning to face Sky and placed his head onto his shoulder.
"Don't worry." Sky kissed the top of Ty's head gently. "It's okay. I'm fine, Ty."
Ty's frame shook with sobs, "D-Don't pull stunts like this again…" he muttered, circling his arms around Sky's shoulders.
"Ty, I'm fine. I did it for you," the older teen murmured, pulling Ty closer. "Everything's going to be okay. That's what you said earlier, right?"
Ty chuckled darkly. Of course he remembered. It's what he said to Sky to calm him down in the first place. And now Sky was telling him the same thing. It was like their roles got reversed.
"Y-Yeah… Everything's gonna be fine."
"I love you." The words came out of Sky's mouth, gentle as a breeze. "I love you, Ty."
A smile spread on Ty's face, and he leaned closer to Sky, nuzzling the side of his neck. "I love you too," he said, "I love you so much."
But, yet again, their luck seemed to be terrible. Somebody outside the door sniggered. "Guys, the lovebirds are in there."
"Fuck," Sky muttered almost inaudibly.
"Goddammit," Ty mumbled, pulling away. Why did everything always have to screw up?
Sky's face fell in dismay. "If they come in here, I swear to god…"
"Sky… Please don't get into any more fights…" Ty pleaded. They were lucky this time, they might not be so much another.
"Come on, we'll hide in the handicap stall," Sky whispered low enough so only Ty could hear. He understood the risks of a second fight.
Ty let himself be pulled inside, pushing himself against Sky's chest. 'Please don't come in,' he wished.
Sky's heart pounded. The only sound was the laughter just outside the door and the snarky comments about the two lovers.
"Faggots - it must be so weird being a homosexual."
"Their parents must be ashamed of them."
"They aren't gay people, just a little cuckoo!" The last remark got a burst of laughter.
"Don't listen to them," Ty mumbled, to Sky and to himself, clamping his hands over his ears.
Sky sighed. For all of his confidence that morning, deep down Ty was fragile. Easy to hurt. And it pained Sky to see him cover his ears and shut his eyes so tightly. But what could he do? They were trapped here.
Ty pushed himself even closer to the tanned teen. The comments were fading away, and Ty finally sighed. He relaxed a bit, wrapping his hands around Sky.
"You okay?" Sky mumbled, returning the hug.
"Yeah," Ty said, "I am now." He nuzzled Sky's neck, breathing in his scent.
"Let's go." Sky looked at his watch. "It's almost lunchtime."
"Okay," Ty said, untangling himself. His cheeks were flushed pink and he scratched the back of his neck.
Sky went down to his locker, taking his lunch out of it and looking over his shoulder in case people were coming. The halls were empty. Everyone was probably in the lunchroom or waiting for the next group to leave so they could go in. Sky closed his locker, then looked over at Ty.
Ty was clutching his bag, also nervously looking around. The redness of his face was slowly – very slowly – fading away. He waited patiently for Sky to get his thing.
Sky smiled and headed for the lunchroom, looking back at his lover as if to say, 'Let's go!'
"Yeah," Ty replied, following Sky. He fished his backpack for his own lunch paper bag, pulling it out.
"Hey, look! It's the gay lovebirds!"
That was the first thing Sky and Ty heard when they walked in.
Ty's eyes darted around the cafeteria, falling upon the jock who said it. He didn't even have enough energy to be angry anymore so he just cast a half-hearted glare his way. "Cut it out," he mumbled.
"Maybe they'll get married and have a faggot family!" another jeered.
Sky took Ty to an empty table, trying to resist the urge to bolt out of the room, go back to the bathroom, and use the sharpener blade on himself. Not now - dammit! He should've figured out a way to smuggle bandages so he could actually cut. All he had was a useless sharpener blade now.
And he could tell that Ty felt the same way.
Ty's arms itched as he sat down. He pulled out his sandwich, idly munching on it as he waited for the students' comments to die down.
"Did you hear that the taller fag took the jocks on?"
"Yeah, while his little boyfriend hid behind him like a pansy!"
"Bitch got lucky - the jock leader could've killed him!"
Sky nibbled at his food, swallowing it down but it tasted like nothing. He was listening for any indication that the other students knew about their double-cutting.
Ty kept his eyes down, ears picking up even the slightest whisper. He was frowning at his cheese sandwich, chewing it without actually even tasting a thing. He was getting annoyed with this very quickly, and wanted to just go home already.
Sky scratched the back of his neck, picking at a scab as he kept an eye on some football players hanging at a table near theirs. 'Just another few hours and we're done,' he silently reminded himself.
"Hey, Sky?" Ty asked as he swallowed his bite, finally lifting his gaze, "Do you think we could skip the last period? Or all of them?" he added in a murmur.
"How?" The older teen looked at Ty curiously. "There's security cameras at all of the entrances and exits. How will we get out of here?"
"I'm gonna send myself a text," Ty said, fumbling in his bag for his phone, "Teachers don't know my mom's number anyway. You can do the same."
"Alright," Sky muttered, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He typed a quick message, sent it to himself, then realized the fatal flaw on his part. "Ty… I'm that one kid who always gets in trouble and has to call home. They'll know my parents' numbers."
"Shit," Ty muttered, placing his head into his hands. There has to be a flaw in every plan he comes up with, doesn't there?
"Look alive," Sky snorted. "Here comes the football players."
Ty looked over his shoulder, watching the pack of jocks coming their way, looking sour as they could. He cursed under his breath again. Everything was against them today. Couldn't he get like… invisibility powers like the comic heroes?
"Hey, freakshows." The leader of the jocks - Sky remembered him from the fight earlier. "I should've whupped you two in that fight earlier, but that would be animal abuse!" The other jocks guffawed. Sky could feel the rage bubbling up again, hotter and more volatile than before.
"Cut it off. What do you even want?" Ty asked tiredly, eyes switching between the raging Sky and the cocky jocks.
"I heard you went to have your head examined but the doctors found nothing," a second one taunted. Sky grit his teeth, nudging Ty in the ankle with his foot nervously. No, nervously wasn't the word. He was prodding his leg in warning.
Ty cast him an even look, looking back at the jocks. The insults were going in one ear and coming out the other; he was tired of it all. "Didn't you go to the same examination? Are you sure it wasn't your result you've heard?"
"Dumbass emo doesn't know what he's talkin' about," the leader commented.
Sky continued eating, trying to silently tell Ty to back off before things could get out of hand. Again.
Ty raised an eyebrow as to say 'Oh really?' and bit into his sandwich again. He chewed slowly, purposedly averting his eyes from the jocks. His eyes met Sky's and he tried telling him that with all the teachers sitting by the teachers' table, the jocks wouldn't dare doing anything more than verbal abuse.
The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. Sky threw away his paper bag, taking Ty by the hand and leading him to the line of kids leaving. Before they exited, he shot the jocks a dagger-sharp glare, then left.
Ty let the taller teen lead him, smiling softly as he did. He saw the glare, and even if it might've been intimidating to everyone else, the protective look on Sky's face was cute to him. The classroom wasn't far away, and they were the first to come in, so they took their seats in the back and started a small chat, waiting for the classroom to fill up and the teacher to arrive.
"Ty… how long do you think we'll have to put up with this?" Sky queried, flipping open his textbook. "This… this bullshit?"
"About as long as it's amusing to them, I guess," Ty mumbled, opening his own book. "If we don't get angry and ignore them, it'll stop being amusing."
Sky sighed, turning away. He wished that his little 'anger issues' would go away, but years of constant torment and victimization made aggression a part of him that couldn't be taken away. He was just so, so full of disgust. And he hated himself for not being able to be docile and calm.
"Come on, it's fine," Ty assured him, "It's not your fault."
The teacher entered, it was an elderly man, with a gray beard and holding a think History book. He took his seat and started lecturing about a war between the Roman and the Egypt, instantly losing the attention of half the class.
'But it is,' Sky wanted to say. 'That's why I'm so damaged.'
"Sky…" Ty mumbled, "Sky…! Teacher asked you!" he whispered urgently. He poked Sky's arm. "He asked how long the war lasted."
"Oh, um…" Sky dragged out the 'um', unsure which war the teacher was talking about. "Uh…"
"Greece and Egypt," Ty whispered quietly.
Sky put his hand to his forehead and sighed. "I don't know…"
"Sky, please pay attention next time," the teacher said, shaking his head. "Simon?"
"Three years," a teen from the front answered immediately.
"What were you thinking about?" Ty asked, making sure he was quiet enough for others not to hear. We know how that went already.
Sky shook his head, not wanting to answer anything. He kept his head down, avoiding being called on again.
Ty turned away, hiding his worried gaze, and continued writing notes as the teacher went on.
After what seemed to be a blur of hell and eternity, school was finally over. Sky raced to his locker, unlocking it ten times faster than he thought he could and fishing out his backpack and his homework. Quickly, he rushed down the hall to the bus, stopping at Ty's locker.
"Hurry up! We're gonna miss the bus!" he pulled at Ty's shirt.
"Okay, okay, I'm going!" Ty mumbled, following the suddenly very cheery teen out of the school. He himself was absolutely euphoric about the end of the school. They ran to the bus, catching it only by a few second.
On the bus ride home, Sky was happy to finally leave school. At home, he had his razors and his knives and his bandages, and he was almost jittery with anticipation.
Ty smiled at Sky, feeling rather excited himself. After the first few days from starting again, he got over his initial repulsion, finally starting to enjoy the feelings as much as Sky. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to get his hands on a razor as soon as possible.
"Hang out at my place?" Sky inquired, grinning.
"Yeah," Ty nodded with a smile.
Sky cuffed his lover's shoulder playfully. "I bet I can go deeper than you."
"Not doubting that," Ty giggled. Sky would always do this, try to be better. He didn't dare go too deep yet, as his 'cut sense' wasn't fully back yet, and he feared he wouldn't really be able to stop.
"C'mon, let's go," the older of the two called as the bus stopped near his house. "We'll let it all out soon."
They got off, practically running inside and upstairs, their steps echoing loudly. They barged into the bathroom, Ty taking a seat on the bathtub's edge, already grasping a razor from within the box sitting on the sink.
Sky sat next to him, holding another razor and yanking his shirt off. Taking off the plastic guard, he held his breath as he drew the blades over his skin. For a second, all was fine, then a blissful pain seared in his arm as a few beads of blood trickled down his upper arm.
Ty followed suit, his shirt thrown across the room, wristbands set onto the sink, blade pressed into his pale flesh. The sweet relief flooded him as the crimson liquid left, the two seemingly exchange each other. He sighed in content, closing his eyes to savour the pleasure more.
Grinning, Sky gave himself another slash to his arm, deeper than the first one. More and more blood came out, and as he became desensitized to the pain again he could feel the buzz of pleasure. He turned and gave Ty a quick peck to his cheek, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
Ty smiled, leaning over to kiss Sky on the lips fully, the blade leaving more gashes on his ivory skin. Each line, combined with the sensation of Sky's lips, brought him more relief and feeling of security than anything else.
Sky pressed the razor to his skin, making sure that it would cut deep but not deep enough for stitches. Already, after a few days of picking up his habit again, his arm was covered with scars. Red lines streaking up and down his upper arm were the result. He kept cutting, bleeding out more and more and embracing the safety and comfort he felt.
Ty cut and cut, red blossoming on his arms, the crimson liquid leaking down his skin and falling in droplets onto the tiled floor, dark puddles forming on the ground. He was feeling better already, the events from that day's school already being forgotten.
Sky grasped Ty's face with a blood-laden hand, caressing it just like the day they had confessed their love for each other and leaving a red print on his cheek.
"I love you, Ty."
Ty smiled, leaning into the touch. The feeling of the blood on his cheeks was so familiar… "I love you too, Sky," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around Sky's torso.
"We'll survive this together, okay?" the older of the two murmured, kissing the side of Ty's neck. "Last a day, come home and let it all out. Think it'll work?"
"Yeah, we'll pull it," Ty said, craning his neck to allow Sky more access. He groaned at the feeling, tangling his hands in Sky's curly hair.
Sky lapped at his lover's neck, running his tongue over it lightly as one hand trailed up Ty's body and tweaked at one nipple.
Ty arched into his touch, moaning slightly as he hugged Sky closer. He panted softly into Sky's ear, body shuddering.
Sky pressed his lips against Ty's, his tongue gently forcing the younger teen's mouth open and sliding inside. He tickled the spot underneath Ty's tongue with his own. His blood-covered hand left streaks up and down the other's body. Ty was his. His alone.
Ty relaxed, leaning onto Sky with his whole body. He was giving himself to Sky fully, knowing he would be taken care of. Sky wouldn't let anything happen.
Rising up, Sky asked. "Bedroom?" He retrieved some bandages from the cabinet, passing some to Ty.
Ty nodded, taking the bandages and wrapping his arms after drying them off with one of sky's fluffy towels. He walked into the bedroom, throwing himself onto the bed, waiting for Sky.
Sky leapt onto the bed, lowering his hips so they brushed ever so slightly against Ty's. "Are you ready?"
Ty nodded, leaning up to capture Sky's lips, whispering into his ear, "Yeah. I'm all yours."
They did the same as the first time - Sky dominating Ty, and it would escalate. They did this every time they had a terrible time at school. Cut together, then make-out to make themselves feel better. It was like the calm before a storm.
The storm came a few days later.