Test Chapter 3: Sunday
Hey guys sorry for the llooooooooooooong delay…ya know…vacations…where there's no internet (some of me died I swear) anyways, here we are: second to last chapter. :) Oh how the drama goes there…notice the rating change because of the language. Lots of cursing here my friends.
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Zane woke up slowly, like he always did on Sunday mornings. He sighed, stretching his lithe body and then blindly groping for Riley next to him. Zane frowned when his hand found nothing but the indention of Riley's body rather than a muscular side. He opened his eyes and found the empty spot normally occupied by Riley. Zane sat up, scratching sleep from his eyes.
"Riley?" he called, gulping to wet his throat. "Riley?" he got up, pulling down his tank top. He started for the door, but then turned, swiping up the list Peter had given him, and padded into the main room of the apartment. He winced at the aggravated sounds coming from the living area. Zane turned and found Riley beating the pulp out of the hanging punching bag. Riley grunted with every slam of his fist into the fabric. Riley's sandy curls were sweat drenched, and his face was pulled back in a snarl. Zane stood back, curbing his want to run to the young man, throw his arms around him, and apologize.
"Riley." he said simply from his spot in between the bedroom and the kitchen nook.
Riley paused minutely between his punches, and gave the punching bag a good final wallop.
"What?" he asked, pulling off his gloves and flopping onto the couch. He glanced up at Zane, glanced back down and then muttered: "Good morning."
Zane pursed his lips and then sat down next to Riley. "Good morning." He leaned over and pressed his lips to Riley's.
He felt Riley jolt like he always did, a gut reaction the football player hadn't grown out of yet. Zane bit gently on Riley's bottom lip, encouraging Riley to reciprocate his actions. Riley moved his mouth against Zane's and pulled the Asian down on top of him. Zane ground his hips into Riley's, and felt the blonde's moan of approval rumble through his chest. Zane felt Riley's calloused, sweaty hands run up under his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Zane just smiled, hoping this was a good enough way of saying 'I'm Sorry' to the jock. Riley ran his hands up and down Zane's trim body, before falling to the waistband of his pajama pants. His fingers hooked into them, and jerked them down a few inches. Zane barely felt the sharp pain of the folded piece of paper scraping his skin, but felt it when Riley froze, and he heard the paper crackling as Riley's fist closed around it. Zane froze, his heart seeming to freeze in his chest. He opened his eyes and saw the questioning look in Riley's blue eyes. Riley sat up, cocking his head and a smile playing on his lips.
"What's this?" he asked, uncrinkling the paper as he sat up. Zane felt heat rising in his face and humiliation crashing over him like a tidal wave as Riley read the list. Zane watched as the pleasant curiosity to confusion to shock and then finally to anger. Zane winced as Riley looked up, anger burning in those lovely blue eyes. "What is this?" he asked. Zane heard Riley's voice shaking as he tried to contain his anger. "'Riley's Button List'?" his eyes flashed over the messy handwriting. "'Number one: Leaving socks on the floor. Number two: Taking too long in the shower.' What the fuck is this, Zane?" Riley shoved the paper in Zane's face. "You have little checks next to them. Are you TRYING to piss me off?" he stood, crumpling the paper into his fist and chucking it across the room. "Why the HELL would you WANT to piss me off, huh?" Riley paced the room, his hands in his hair as he ranted. "I thought you liked me. Ya know, I thought we were gonna work out!" Riley turned and pointed an accusing finger at Zane. "But APPARENTLY all you wanted me to do was fuck you a couple of times and I was hanging around too long. Is THAT it?" Riley turned and put his head agains the wall. "What the FUCK is wrong with you, huh?" he snarled. Zane stood and put a gentle hand on Riley's shoulder.
Riley whipped around, fist aimed at Zane's face. Zane saw it almost in slow motion. Riley's angry snarl, his hard fist coming at him, and then hitting him. Zane was thrown to the floor by the force of the punch. Zane barely felt the searing pain from his jaw as Riley straddled him and landed another punch into his stomach. "HOW COULD YOU FUCKIN' DO THAT TO ME!" Riley roared at him as he threw another punch at Zane's face. Zane struggled for a second, and then just shut down.
That seemed to snap Riley out of it. Mid punch, Riley just froze, fist poised over Zane's face. Riley was breathing like a winded animal, his entire body shaking. His eyes swept over the blood on the corner of Zane's mouth, to the purple bruises rising on his stomach and face. Riley's blue eyes filled with tears. He leapt off of Zane, looking completely lost. He moved towards Zane, then stopped. He stepped backwards once, and then, without grabbing his keys, fled.
Zane heard the door slam, but didn't move from his spot on the floor. He stared at the plain white ceiling. He felt the dull ache of the bruises build to more severe pain. A sob broke through his lips and he let the tears that had nothing to do with the pain in his stomach or jaw flow down his face. Echoing Riley's screams earlier, he mused to himself.
How could he have done that to Riley?
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yeah…so depressing right? I promise, things will get better. Anyways, thanks for waiting around for me. I'll update soon.
