So, I have to babysit in the morning, but it's been almost a full month since I updated this story, and it's been the only thing on my mind all day (even when I slept for three hours in the afternoon). So I think this'll be the next thing to get updated.
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Jason woke and stretched, then instantly wished he hadn't. While he was surrounded by fluffy blankets and plump pillows, he ached all over, especially his ass. God, it hurt like he'd sat on hot coals all night. He rolled onto his back and stared at the hotel ceiling in dismay. Why was he so sore? Oh, that's right. Victor and Nathaniel beat him for hiding from them under his bed. Small details like that he tended to overlook. He glanced around and found Miles and Bradley curled up on the other bed. That left...
"Morning," Drake said from beside him, causing the blonde to jerk back in surprise. Then he groaned. "Easy does it," Drake said, gently running his fingers over the scars on Jason's body. "Vic and Nate sure did some damage." The blue tipped blonde rose from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Jason watched through slitted eyes, trying to decide what he was doing. Drake came back with a washcloth in each hand. He gently rolled Jason over and spread them across his back. The blonde gapsed when he felt the cold water hit his skin, but soon it began to relieve his aches and pains.
"Thanks," the blonde grunted. "For more than the washclothes." Drake smiled thinly and sat down beside him again. The blonde was painfully aware of Drake just inches from him. If he reached out his hand, he could run his fingers over the blue tipped blonde's thigh. "What are Brad and Miles doing here again?" he asked.
"We're here because we're tired of Victor and Nathaniel's constant partying and misuse of the freshmen," Miles answered. Jason turned to look at the college junior, who was casually running his fingers through the sleeping Bradley's hair. Bradley mumbled in his sleep and wiggled around in Miles' grasp. "Settle down Bradley dear, it's alright," Miles mumbled, smiling and kissing the small freshman's forehead. Jason gave him a curious look.
"You really care for Bradley, don't you?" he asked the junior. Drake lightly cuffed him upside the head. Miles chuckled lowly and held Bradley tighter. "Are you like this with every new freshman that joins the fraternity?" he asked Miles.
"No," the junior replied. "Only a select few. Brad here is just that special. Drake doesn't get attached very well, either, so count yourself lucky." Drake flushed and Jason laughed at his discomfort. "Even if you've got a little man of your own waiting for you." At that, Jason's face fell.
"He hasn't called me back yet," he replied sadly. "I don't know how my future with him looks right now, but it isn't bright. I wish there was some way I could remind him that I love him so very much..." He trailed off and looked at his hands, his cheeks going pink. Drake reached out and rubbed his shoulder. Jason didn't say anything else to him. He didn't have the heart to say anything to Drake right now. "I miss him Miles. I miss him so much. I wish there was a way for me to go visit him."
"Maybe there is," Miles said slowly. "It is the weekend. Harvard is far, but not too far. Do you wanna go pay Nico a visit? Brad, Drake, and I can come with you. I don't know about these two, but I'm interested to meet the boy that's stolen our little Jace's heart." Jason's eyes widened and he gazed back and forth between the two awake boys.
"You'd do that?" he asked. Both older boys nodded, and he couldn't help but feel giddy. He was going to see his Nico!
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Nico was really glad it was the weekend. He was also glad that he didn't have to work this particular weekend. He had an Advanced English paper due within the next week, and he planned on working on it all day Saturday. He dumped his books on the desk in his dorm and loosened the tie he wore to classes. He tossed his blazer and tie aside and went through his closet to look for something to wear. A purple shirt caught his eye. He pulled it forward and studied the faded silver letters. But he knew exactly what it said, because he'd worn that shirt almost every week for close to a year an a half. It was the first shirt he'd ever stolen from Jason, the purple shirt that said NYC in silver. He pulled it off the hanger and slipped it on. It still hung passed his hips, and the random thought made him smile.
"Hey Nico," the dark-haired boy's roomate, Damian, said as he came into the room. "Nice shirt." Nico looked down like he forgot what he was wearing. Damian had that effect on him recently. He supposed the sophomore was cute, with his spikey dark-brown hair and piecing green eyes. Damian seemed to find Nico fascinating. "Whatcha planning on doing tonight?" Damian asked, pulling the dark-haired boy firmly out of his daydream state. "A bunch of guys are getting together tonight to go to this off campus party. You in?"
"No thanks Dami," Nico said, using the nickname he'd coined his roommate with the first day he'd met him. "I think I'll just stick around campus tonight. I have a big paper I need to work on."
"You sure Neeks?" Damian asked, sitting down at the desk chair. "It's supposed to be really fun. Cameron is bringing his boombox and Carter is bringing booze."
"You know I don't drink," the dark-haired boy replied. "And I swear the twins only invite me places to try and rape me. Cameron and Carter can go suck eggs." Damian chuckled and shook his head.
"Fiesty and can hold his own," he said, circling around Nico. The dark-haired boy froze and watched the brunette circle him. "Delicious. You know, Nico, you may have told Jason to move on, but you should move on yourself. I mean, when's the next time you're going to see him. And do this." Damian gathered the dark-haired boy into his arms and softly kissed him. Nico struggled for a few moments before relaxing into his grip. It had been a few months since he'd kissed someone. It felt...good.
"Wow," Nico mumbled. "You know Damian, you do have a good point. Jason's already got a love interest at CCNY. I don't think he'd mind too much if I went on a date." Damian chuckled and wrapped his arms around the dark-haired boy. "One date, that's all," he added. "I don't want to commit to anything yet. After all, my heart still belongs to Jason."
"Think I could change your mind?" Damian asked. "Tell you what, you date me for a week, and at the end, if you still love Jason, I'll leave you alone. But, if you think you don't, we can continue." Nico looked at him, horrified and fascinated. He couldn't bear to do something like that. What about Jason? He loved him! And yet...
"I don't know Dami," the dark-haired boy replied softly. "I don't think I could actually do that. I mean, what if I end up falling in love with you? I wouldn't be able to stand it if I didn't have Jason in my future."
"If you really love him, dating me wouldn't change that," Damian pointed out. "And if you end up falling in love with me, you guys were never meant to be in the first place. Now come on, we're going on our first date tonight. It's party time." Nico was tugged, unwillingly, out of his dorm. But he couldn't help but grin. Maybe this whole ordeal wouldn't be as bad as it seemed. On the way toward the gate, Damian halted their forward progress and swiftly kissed him. This one took his breath away, and he smiled when the brunette pulled away. Damian smiled back and slipped his hand in the dark-haired boy's, squeezing gently.
Jason watched the exchange from the shadows of the dining hall. He felt a lump in his throat that certainly hadn't been there before he'd arrived at Harvard. Seeing Nico with that boy...that hurt like nothing else ever had. That's why Nico never called him back. He was busy with his new boyfriend. Brokenhearted, Jason slunk back to Miles, Drake, and Bradley, who were waiting behind the building. He was so brokenhearted, he barely noticed the pain still racking his body.
"Woah, what happened?" Drake asked, alarmed. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or Nico with someone else." Jason threw himself at Drake and burst into tears.
"He was with someone else!" he cried. "He was walking hand in hand with another boy, and they kissed! And Nico smiled! Drake, what if he's moved on? I can't live without my Nico..." Drake rubbed soothing circles on the blonde's back, murmuring quietly. Miles and Bradley exchanged a worried looks. "Guys, maybe coming here was a bad idea. What if Nico doesn't love me anymore?"
"I'm sure that's not the case," Drake objected. "After all, his voicemail says he loves you now. If that isn't real love, I don't know what is." Jason frowned.
"Let's go guys," he mumbled. "I don't want to be here anymore." Drake carried him to the car, mostly because the blonde couldn't support his own weight anymore. And it wasn't because of the physical aches and pains anymore. The emotional aches and pains hurt so much worse.
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"Mommy, I don't know what to do," Jason whispered. "Drake drove me all the way down to Harvard, but just before I could surprise Nico, I saw him coming out of his dorm with another boy, who stopped him and kissed him." His lower lip trembled at the memory. "Mommy, I miss him so much. Why did I have to catch him?" The three other boys in the hotel room did their best to pretend they weren't listening to his conversation, but he could feel three pairs of eyes burning holes in his back.
"I don't know Jason," his mom replied. "But I bet Nico still loves you very much. After all you've been through together, he wouldn't just throw it all away. He loves you so very much baby boy." Jason sighed and hung up. Mothers will always be mothers. Maybe he didn't want to hear that though. Maybe he just wanted to hear that Nico had moved on and it was okay for him to move on too.
"I'm really sorry Jay," Drake said softly as Jason made his way back to the bed. His ass still ached, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his heart. He fell face-down on the bed, then clawed his way up so his head was plunked on Drake's lap. He closed his eyes as the tears trickled out. How could he think that Nico would actually wait for him? Nico had his own life to live, and apparently, it wouldn't be with him.
"It's not your fault Drake," he responded, his voice breaking at the end. "You know, maybe it was time I moved on too. I've got space now. No real commitments anymore." Drake made a face at him.
"Maybe you should just wait a few days," the blue tipped blonde said. "Simmer down a bit. Then call Nico. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding. You love him, Jason, whether you think so or not right now. You're head over heels in love with him still."
"Night," Jason responded, choosing to ignore what Drake had said. He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. But Drake did have a good point. He still loved Nico. He didn't think that would ever change. He was head over heels in love with him. And, true to his word, he'd wait for him. Even if it took four years or forty years, he would wait. He wasn't letting go of his precious Nico that easily.
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A little heartbreaking, no? Sorry these chapters keep getting even shorter. I don't have word count on this, so it's hard to judge how long a story is. I try to go by the scroll slider, but it doesn't work too well. Oh well, enjoy the newest chapter.