AN: I guess I should add a warning for mentions of a certain suicide attempt, but it is just mentions, nothing more. Also, I don't have a beta so all mistakes and typos made are my own : )

Chapter four – The box of sleeping pills

Something changed that night Kurt slept over. They never talked about it, but Kurt came over every day after that. Sebastian didn't ask why and Kurt didn't explain. They didn't talk about what that night meant. Actually, they avoided talking about themselves at all. At had been five days since that night and Sebastian's parents would be back in two days. Last week he had been so sure that the thing between him and Kurt, this non-relationship that they had would end once his parents came back. It was fun as long as it lasted, but all good things must come to an end or they stop being good. He thought that Kurt wouldn't want to risk exposure or have to witness the awkwardness of being busted by parents, so he thought it would be fair to warn Kurt that they won't be alone anymore.

"My parents come back from Ibiza in two days," Sebastian said conversationally as he loaded their plates in the dishwasher. It was one of the days where Kurt had slept over. Sebastian was in his boxers and had the courtesy to wear a baggy old t-shirt while Kurt was fully dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a crisp white shirt and a black waistcoat. Apparently it was uncivilised to eat meals without proper clothing.

Kurt didn't even turn his head at the statement, though Sebastian had expected a stronger reaction. At least some kind of sentiment that their days together were numbered.

"I almost thought you lived in this huge house by yourself," Kurt said and Sebastian remembered that he hadn't even told him that his parents were away. He tried to talk about his personal life as little as possible and surprisingly Kurt respected that.

"I wish. I can't wait to have my own apartment in New York". Despite that they were both going to New York, they never talked about their future there apart from a few wayward comments here and there. They never talked about meeting up in New York or the possibility that they might meet each other there. As far as he was concerned, Kurt Hummel was a chapter that would be closed the moment he got out of Ohio.

"Ibiza.. That's an uncommon destination," Kurt said to his surprise. No quiver in his voice, no sentiment apart from maybe genuine curiosity.

"They are on honeymoon," Sebastian found himself saying. He had no idea why he was telling this to Kurt Hummel of all people, but he justified it by telling himself that he was just answering the unasked question. "They go on honeymoon every year to celebrate their happy marriage or whatever". He rolled his eyes and closed the dishwasher shut.

Kurt was still wiping of the table with a cloth. They discovered over the past few days that they worked together naturally. Kurt cooked and Sebastian cut the vegetables. Sebastian cleaned and Kurt would do whatever he meant Sebastian had overlooked, but not without sending Sebastian a judgemental stare that only made Sebastian smirk. The never got in each other's way, except for a few times where they casually bumped against each other. Sebastian didn't know whether it was on accident of it really was some sort of underlying desire that suddenly made it's presence clear that wanted them as close to each other as physically possible.

"That's romantic." Kurt commented lightly just as he finished wiping off the table. The now wet table shone from the light outside. It was a beautiful summer day. Not a day one usually would have spent inside, but Kurt apparently wasn't a big fan out outdoors and Sebastian found that his willpower to say against any of Kurt's limit was diminishing by the hour.

"It's.. whatever. I get the house to myself for a few weeks, they get away from work and stuff, and everyone is happy. But they'll be back by the end of the weekend," he repeated the last part, stressing on the fact that they won't be alone anymore. This was it. It was Kurt's chance to call off this whole thing and say that come Monday, Sebastian would never see him again.

But of course, it was Kurt freaking Hummel. He never did what Sebastian expected him to.

"Don't worry. You look like you are about to lose those precious few brain cells you have left. Parents adore me and I can't wait to get my hands on baby pictures of you." Kurt said casually, as though it was to be expected.

Sebastian didn't know how to respond to that. He had expected.. Never mind what he had expected. Kurt never did what he was expected to. But this felt as though they were stepping over an invisible line. Kurt wasn't his boyfriend. At most, he was his friend and even that was a little sketchy. He wasn't supposed to talk to his parents or want to hear awkward childhood stories about him. He wasn't even supposed to be interested in that. What if Kurt thought that there was something between them. No, not even Kurt Hummel was that stupid. They seldom talked about themselves and after that night, neither one of them mentioned Blaine again. It was off-topic and too personal. That night had been a glitch. Sebastian should never have asked about it in the first place, but the shock of Kurt asking to stay the night and the curiosity to know what really happened got the best of him and he had blurted it out. He would have to be more careful next time.

"I will murder you if you try anything, Hummel. And I will laugh while I'm doing it"

However this didn't have the intended effect as Kurt started laughing. Sebastian sent him a menacing look. "What?" he asked exasperatedly.

"You think you are so scary and badass." There was a teasing note in Kurt's voice and Sebastian arched his eyebrows. He dried his hands on his pants and shoved Kurt playfully against the wall behind the boy and pinned him there with his own body weight. Kurt didn't fight against it, and if anything he looked like he was startled and maybe even a little turned on.

"You don't even know how badass I can be," Sebastian warned with a playful smirk as his fingers brushed over Kurt's cheek. The skin underneath his tanned fingers was pale as porcelain and for a moment Sebastian was afraid to break it.

"Prove it," a single dare came from Kurt's pink lips that were pursed. Kurt's icy blue eyes met Sebastian's green ones and an unspoken I dare you was uttered. The electricity from Kurt's eyes sent tingles of pleasure down Sebastian's spine and he wanted to show him just what he could do. Breakable or not, Kurt was in for a hell of ride.

"I would, but I'm not sure whether you are man enough for it," was the response that came. It had a teasing edge to it, but it was also laced with a promise. Sebastian was asking for permission and it seemed as though Kurt understood.

"Don't back down now, Smythe, or I am going to think that you can't treat me the way I deserve to be treated." Kurt said without batting an eyelash, matching Sebastian's stare with his own.

"And how do you deserve to be treated, huh?" Sebastian asked as he leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to Kurt's earlobe as he breathed hotly against it, but made sure that they never made physical contact. Teasing Kurt was fun, but his lips tingled with the need to be touched. Judging from Kurt's soft shiver, he felt the same way. But Kurt was strong and resilient, and thus didn't say anything.

Sebastian took a chance to spice things up. Things between Kurt and him weren't boring, far from it, but he wanted to know what kind of secrets Kurt Hummel had. He didn't believe that a person was automatically girly or submissive because they bottomed; the way Kurt had exclusively done the entire time, but he noticed the way Kurt's eyes glazed over from lust when he was being extra forceful, so Sebastian decided to test this theory out. "I think you want to be fucked into the mattress without mercy," he whispered into Kurt's ear, ever so slightly letting his bottom lip brush over Kurt's sensitive earlobe.

If the pleasant shudder from Kurt was anything to go after, Sebastian just hit bull's eye.

Within minutes, they clothes were on the floor and Sebastian was pushing him on top of his bed. They were on the edge of the bed. Kurt lying down and Sebastian straddling him. Kurt's legs were dangling off the edge and Sebastian was on the verge of falling down, but he held on to Kurt in a hard grip on his shoulders.

Sebastian blocked away the thought of falling off with a hungry, rough kiss. Teeth clashed with teeth and Kurt let out a throaty moan when Sebastian eased Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth and tugged.

"Turn around," Sebastian said in a commanding voice as he got off the bed. Kurt looked puzzled, but did as he was told. After the initial incident where Kurt didn't want to look at Sebastian when they had sex for the first time and the time after that when Sebastian insisted on them looking at each other as the had sex, they weren't too fussed about it anymore. They went at it in different positions and Kurt had a sneaky feeling that Sebastian flipped through a Kama Sutra before meeting him because there was no way a normal person knew all those crazy positions he wanted to try after he heard that Kurt had been a cheerleader.

When Kurt was on his stomach so on the edge of the bed that only his erection and above was in contact with the mattress and Sebastian was standing by the edge of the bed, he spread Kurt's legs and pushed two lube-slicked fingers inside of him. Wow, when did Sebastian even find lube? His thoughts were cut across as he felt the slight burn from the stretch and balled his fists around the sheets. As the burning turned into tingling pleasure, small whimpers escaped his lips. Kurt moaned into the mattress and felt the rough scratch of cotton against his lips. "Sebastian.. Don't tease.." he demanded when he realised that the boy was taking way too long to do this.

With a chuckle Sebastian pulled his fingers out and tucked Kurt's long, lean legs by his side. The height of the mattress was perfect for doing this. Sebastian's flushed cock slid into Kurt's puckered hole without problem even though he was standing and Kurt was lying on his stomach.

"Fuck…" Kurt moaned when Sebastian was all the way in. He didn't think it was possible to feel so full. As though he was about to be ripped in half. But he wanted it, he needed it. He needed to feel grounded and used. He wanted to feel needed.

Without a warning Sebastian started rocking his hips in quick but long and hard thrusts. Sebastian rolled his head back and moaned softly, the sound of his deep moans mixing with Kurt's small, breathy ones. "Fuck Kurt.. You have no idea how good you look like this..," he sighed contently. "You are just lying there, letting me fuck you as hard as I want to. You like it, don't you? Letting me take control for once?" he chuckled darkly. Kurt couldn't even answer. His head was swimming in pleasure and all he could think of was how he wanted Sebastian to go faster, harder, and just more. It seemed as though Sebastian didn't need to hear what Kurt wanted. He instinctively knew, and slammed into the little boy with all his might. Kurt's breathing hitched and he let out a cry of pleasure. "Fuck, Sebastian! Yes!" he cried, feeling tears prickle in his eyes from the intensity. It was pain intertwined with pleasure and he didn't even know why he liked this.

But Sebastian didn't ask questions. He relentlessly pounded into Kurt until Kurt's vision whitened and he came in long ropes on Sebastian's white sheets. His entire body laxed and came to a standstill. He clenched the muscles in his ass and before long Sebastian joined him with his own long, guttural moan as he came.

As their heartbeats slowed down, Kurt let out a happy sigh. "Wow," he muttered in awe. Sebastian took it as a hint that Blaine had never done that to him before. He bet that they always had vanilla sex with a lot of handholding, loving gazes and I love yous. Just the thought of it made him want to hurl. Blaine probably thought it was risqué enough to waver from the standard missionary position. He wondered why Kurt even bothered to stay with him and he had to remind himself that Kurt would have stayed with Blaine if it wasn't for Blaine breaking up with him. The whole situation was a little absurd. Sure, he went after Blaine at the beginning, but he quickly lost interest for the boy. But then again, he wasn't the relationship type either so who was he to judge the relationships of others. ..Oh right, he was Sebastian Smythe. He had every reason to judge.

He rolled to the side to get a better look of Kurt. Kurt's head was tilted to the side, so Sebastian couldn't see his facial features but he could see the small rising and sinking of Kurt's hairless chest and the droplets of sweat that clung on to his body. One small bead of sweat was riding down Kurt's toned stomach and Sebastian gulped. His cock twitched in a gallant attempt to get hard again, but he had just come and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. If only Kurt's stupid body would stop tempting him. How did he even land himself in this situation? At the start of summer vacation Kurt was just another unattractive twink with way too many clothes on. That was before he saw Kurt naked. Who would have known that a body like that would be hiding behind all those layers? He knew he was superficial, but he wouldn't have given Kurt the time of his day if he hadn't known how hot he was. And then little by little, Kurt's personality shone through and it felt as though he was being pinned to a wall. Sebastian thought that he would get tired of Kurt, but for every day that went by, he found himself being more and more intrigued by the boy.

However, Kurt's eyes weren't fixed on him. They were on Sebastian's bookshelf. Sebastian seldom talked about it, but he was an avid reader and the variety of his books spanned from the Communist Manifesto, which he read out of poor enjoyment, to Harry Potter. He wouldn't call himself a nerd – just knowledgeable.

He hoisted himself up on his elbow so that he was lying on his side with his hand tucked under his head to see what Kurt was looking at. A sinking feeling hit his stomach when he saw that Kurt's eyes were locked on a certain shelf. It was one of the top shelves where he often placed random items so that he would remember where he placed them; such as keys, his cell phone, condoms, his comb.. and the object he feared the most that Kurt would have noticed; a bottle of sleeping pills.

He tried to keep his voice as steady as possible as he let out a fake chuckle. "Is the bookshelf really more interesting that I am?" he asked in a nonchalant manner as though his heart wasn't beating faster and faster by the minute. He could hear it pounding and he could feel the sickening thud of it. He felt blood coarse though his veins, pumping faster and faster. And it didn't even have anything to do with Kurt's naked body anymore.

Kurt ignored his question completely. "What are those?" he asked in a hard voice.

"I don't know what you are talking about" Sebastian feigned innocence and tried to distract Kurt by placing his free hand on Kurt's chest before leaning down to kiss him. But Kurt pushed him away with more force than Sebastian had anticipated, making him lose balance so that he landed flat on the bed again. It didn't hurt, but Sebastian grumbled unhappily all the same. "What the fuck was that for?"

Yet again Kurt ignored his question. "What are those pills, Sebastian?" His voice had a cold edge to it now and Sebastian froze for a few seconds.

This was why he didn't do this with people. This was why he didn't like guys at his house. Usually he would go to their place, or bring them home at night where it's too dark to see anything in his room. But they never came back during the day. Except for Kurt Hummel. Sebastian didn't like being exposed like that. Everyone knew that Sebastian was a really private person. Most people didn't even know his favourite colour or even what kind of music he liked to listen to.

It was a mistake to let Kurt come back that day when he wanted to get his pin, but his judgement was clouded by lust and fascination for the boy. He let it get the best of him and now he was regretting it. He had let him come too close. He thought it would be fine. Kurt would be a nice summer chapter and when he went to New York he would forget everything about the boy. He would never look back because Kurt was insignificant to him. Now the other boy was trying to act as though he was significant. As though he was a constant in Sebastian's life.

Sebastian got up of the bed and suddenly felt cold without the warm covers to comfort him or Kurt's body to keep him grounded. He felt more naked than he had been in a long time. Exposed. Vulnerable. And it was not something he acted well on.

With a disgruntled sound, he pulled on his boxers and pants, leaving his chest bare. He turned towards Kurt and ran his fingers through his hair that was slightly damp from sweat.

"Leave"

The one word echoed through the room and Sebastian wanted to cringe from the force of the word, but he held his tight mask. He felt the mask slipping on, moulding his face into a hard glare and tightening his features in a suffocating way. But it was better than being exposed. It was better than the raw feeling of being scrutinised.

Kurt arched his eyebrow and Sebastian could almost hear his thoughts. Make me. He was daring Sebastian to make him leave because there was no way he was letting this go.

Stupid Hummel and his stupid resolve. Why couldn't he just run away like everyone else did? Sebastian stared back and their gazes clashed. Sebastian's was fierce and laced with anger while Kurt's was calmer but unyielding. Their stares spoke of struggle where Sebastian wanted to be on top, he needed to be in control of his life and his choices while Kurt was adamant and betted on eroding away Sebastian's hesitation. Fire clashed against water, but fire wasn't ready to give up quite yet. Sebastian tore away from the staring contest and fumbled to get Kurt's clothes. He threw it on Kurt's lap and folded his arms. He didn't say anything else. The gesture should have been enough for Kurt to get the signal.

Kurt scrambled to get his clothes on and Sebastian only turned around to look at him when he was buttoning the top buttons on his shirt. Kurt was still sitting on his bed fully clothed and Sebastian's jaw tightened.

"Now will you tell me what those are?" Kurt asked in a demanding voice.

"Why would I tell you that?" Sebastian knew he was being incredibly childish, but he didn't want Kurt to know. No one did. Not about this. He was so stupid. He shouldn't have left them there in plain sight, but with Kurt being here all the time, he had forgotten to put them away.

"Sebastian.." Kurt sighed and got up. He took a few steps in Sebastian's direction but stopped when he saw the taller boy take a step back. "Those are sleeping pills, aren't they?" he asked.

"It's nothing. I have chronic insomnia. Look it up" Sebastian sneered in an attempt to brush it off. Kurt couldn't know about this. He didn't build up these walls around him only for little gay-faced Hummel to tear them down.

Kurt didn't look like he believed him. "You have no problems sleeping when I sleep here. You don't take those pills then. I would have known" he said, but his voice was more cautious now, as though he didn't know what Sebastian was capable of doing.

It made Sebastian want to scream and tear his hair out. He cautious tone in Kurt's voice was enough to make him want to slap somebody. It wasn't like he had suddenly turned mad since the revelation of the pills, so why was Kurt treating him differently?

"My dad has those too." Kurt said in a soft voice when Sebastian didn't reply. "He got them after my mom died. It helped him calm down on the worse days, he told me." It was as though Kurt thought that opening him to Sebastian would make Sebastian spill his secrets. As though this was a game of show and tell. Kurt would tell him something he didn't tell others and Sebastian had to do the same. The only problem was that Sebastian didn't want to play.

"Listen, Princess, that is heartbreaking and all," he started in a condescending tone, implying that he didn't think it was neither heartbreaking nor sad. "But like I said, I just have chronic insomnia. You don't need to go all mama bear on me," he said, rolling his eyes. It was easier to lie about having insomnia than to admit the real reason.

"Sebastian.." Kurt said in a tone that implied that he didn't really believe the other. This Sebastian reminded Kurt of the person he initially met at the Lima Bean with Blaine. Not the playful, intelligent guy he had witnessed over the past weeks. No, this Sebastian was the guy who hid behind condescending remarks and insults to protect his own heart. Kurt knew what it was like to protect your heart. He was doing it the night he met Sebastian at Scandals. The real night, the night where he learned to open glass bottles with his teeth – not the night where he had to watch Blaine dance with Sebastian for a good portion of the night. He had hidden behind the influence of alcohol and broken mutters of make me forget. As though it would make things better. Sometimes he still wanted to hide. And sometime he still did.

Humans are such fragile creatures. Sometimes doesn't take more than a few words to crush us completely. How many lives have gone to waste because of the underestimated power of words? But fragility is what makes life worth living. The knowledge that tonight could be the last. This could be a last hug or the last smile you'll get to see. It does something to the human mind. But sometimes, on rare occasions, you can see a glimpse of something stronger. Stronger than one person, stronger than an army, than a country. Hope. It brings us through pain and sorrow with the promise of a better day. And that was the promise Kurt was holding on to. That no matter how hard it was to think about a certain curly- haired boy. No matter how hard it was to go to sleep without a pair of arms holding around him, no matter whose they were. No matter how hard his hard clenched when he met someone who vaguely resembled Blaine; he would get over it. There would be a day where it wouldn't hurt anymore.

For every day that went by he felt the pain etch away little by little. Some portions of the pain, like the broken promise of forever, didn't go away. It was just numb – lifeless. Kurt wondered if it would ever go away. But regardless, Sebastian was part of the reason it was going away. The knowledge that he was wanted, even though Blaine didn't want him got him though a lot. And now it was hard for Kurt to see Sebastian like this. He wanted to reach out a hand and help, but he didn't know what to do. He looked at the boy with a cautious expression, unknowing that it was the worst thing he could do.

Sebastian felt Kurt's eyes on his back, and it felt as though he had a caterpillar on his spine, forcing him to shudder. Suddenly he felt the need to put on a shirt. He took a random t-shirt from his closet without even looking at it and put it on. It was a powder blue Lacoste polo shirt with a collar that he instinctively popped up. Still with the shirt on, he felt naked, as though Kurt could see right through him with that look. He folded his arms over his chest protectively and looked down. He was fully clothed, but still it felt as though he didn't have a thread on his body.

Kurt got out of bed and pulled on his jeans and the sweater poncho-thingy that Sebastian was convinced had to be sewn by Kurt himself as no one else would have worn that.

He watched as Kurt inspected the sterile white bottle and a lump raised in his throat when Kurt read the label.

"These are strong pills," Kurt said in a dreading voice, as though he was walking on eggshells.

Sebastian was fed up with the detective work that Kurt apparently was trying to do. He didn't need help and he didn't need to be fixed. He wasn't some car at Hummel Tires & Lube that needed reparation, and he didn't need Kurt to meddle in his affairs.

"I thought you were on your way out". Sebastian had meant for it to be menacing, but it came out surly instead.

"Why are you trying to kick me out?" Kurt asked, looking suspiciously at him.

"Because it's none of your business!" Sebastian snapped. He didn't have to deal with this. If Kurt didn't leave, he would. He stormed towards the balcony attached to his room and stopped by the railing. He pressed his body against the metal railing and looked down. There wasn't much to see, just the green grass of his back yard, a few apple trees and his mother's roses. The fresh air hit him in the face and Sebastian let go of the breath he wasn't aware he was holding. His hands grasped around the cold metal bar and he squeezed with all his might, just to feel something other than the feeling of being naked. On display for Kurt Hummel to watch and laugh at.

He heard footsteps behind him and hung his head. Of course Kurt wouldn't leave him alone. When did he ever do as he was told to?

"Sebastian.. Why do you have those sleeping pills?" he asked again and Sebastian sighed. Kurt came closer and even though their bodies weren't touching and Sebastian wasn't looking at the other boy, he could sense the other behind him. His skin prickled in an uncomfortable way from knowing that Kurt could see him like this. His knuckles were paling by the second from the pressure he was exerting on the metal, but he couldn't care. "I told you. Chronic insomnia. Some people are born with it"

"You are being careful, aren't you?" Kurt asked, biting his lip. Only then did Sebastian realise that Kurt thought that he was… suicidal. Kurt thought that he had these pills because he wanted to end his life. He snapped his head around and stared at the other with disgust clear in his face.

"What the fuck, Hummel? I'm not going to kill myself!" he snarled, folding his arms.

Kurt's jaw dropped at the sudden confrontation and he hastily shook his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume that.. Just after the incident with David.. I was worried-.." he stopped himself and looked away.

Sebastian sneered in reply. "You thought that I would want to kill myself?"

"No.. I just.." Kurt didn't know what to say. He couldn't deny that he had thought it. But if he said that out loud, it would make things worse. So he opted for not saying anything at all.

"And if I was going to kill myself, why would you care?" Sebastian snapped. He had enough of people assuming that he was a certain way because of the way he dressed, or talked, or because his parents were rich. He was tired of those who meant that he was actually hurting on the inside because he was brutally honest with people.

It was stupid. It was stupid to care like this, to let Kurt get under his skin. Stupid of him to show emotions. This was what he had worked so long for. To shut people outside so that they wouldn't mean enough to him for him to get upset over something they say or think.

"Because we are friends.." Kurt's voice was unsure, as though he didn't know whether they were friends. But he had said it nevertheless.

Sebastian scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, we are. But that doesn't give you the right to pry in my personal life"

A small part of Sebastian wanted to reach out and tell Kurt the truth. Maybe it would lift the pain off his chest. But he wouldn't let himself be so weak.

"Sebastian.. Get back inside.." Kurt extended a hand for him to hold, but Sebastian ignored it and went inside with his arms still folded. Behind him, he could hear Kurt sigh and if the situation wasn't so weird, he would have laughed.

But he wanted to scrub his skin clean for all traces of the humiliation he felt because Kurt Hummel knew. No one knew, no one besides his parents. It was a burden they carried together. But Kurt.. he wasn't supposed to be in that equation.

"Can we talk about it?" Kurt's voice echoed in the room. Ever the diplomat, Sebastian thought.

"Why?"

"Because I care about you"

Sebastian's jaw tightened. "You are not my boyfriend! Get it to your head! We are not in a relationship and you have no obligations to me," he said in a raised voice and sent Kurt a spiteful look. "So stop smothering me, because this is not what I asked for. You are supposed to be a good fuck, that's all!"

The look on Kurt's face would stick in Sebastian's mind for days afterwards. How Kurt's jaw dropped, how his eyes glazed over in hurt, how he had bitten his bottom lip to refrain from saying something he would regret.

He would remember how Kurt picked up his messenger bag with a robotic movement that lacked the elegance he usually carried. How he walked out of the door, but just as he was outside Sebastian's bedroom, he turned his head to utter two simple words.

"Goodbye, Sebastian"

And just like that, he was gone.

Those words were not a promise that they would see each other again the next day. No, there was a ring of finality about it. Sebastian had pushed him away and Kurt stopped fighting back. He had his own battles to fight, his own demons to conquer. That night Sebastian went to bed alone in his empty house. The wind wailed a little louder, the rustle of the leaves outside was almost ear piercing – but the silence shook his bones. He toyed with the lid of the bottle for a few minutes, thinking through the day. Did he regret not telling Kurt? No. But he did regret the last words he had said to him. He wished he never said them. It had happened so fast, he had slipped on a mask and let his defence mechanism use his mouth as a puppet. But then again, everyone needed famous last words.

He looked at the pill in his palm. A single pill, enough to knock him out for a good eight hours. Kurt was right, he never took them when he was with the other boy. He didn't need to block out the numbing sound of silence when he fell asleep to the sound of Kurt's breathing. He didn't need to block out the icy cold when Kurt's body was pressed against his own. He didn't need to pretend that he wasn't alone.

He swallowed the pill whole and waited for sleep to catch up with him.

AN: Thank you for reading. I'm planning on updating at least once a week. I'll post little teaser snippets from the new chapter as I write that you can check out at morethantonight . tumblr . com / tagged / tbos

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