Chapter 4! I am on a roll. If I can spin Chapter 5 out by today then I would, otherwise, it will be until the weekend, or whenever I can finish up writing. I don't use a lot of descriptions but hopefully by dialogue it is possible to imagine the characterization and personality of the main four in the play at this point, because that is my goal in writing this piece of fiction. I included a short Phan scene to make up for the Kickthestickz load that is happening in this chapter. That and I had always imagined PJ to be a rich man's son.
CHAPTER IV
"Why are you here?" Phil asked, standing by the door.
"Oh, I just came by to see Chris Kendall. I'm PJ Liguori." PJ stretched his hand and Phil stared at it.
"Well, he's busy at the moment; I believe you had your wallet already? There shouldn't be any more business for Chris with you." Phil asked quietly as Dan stepped into the space Phil allocated for him in the tiny frame that is Chris's door. "That or you may come back another day." He tried to close the door but PJ blocked it with his palm.
"Well, since I am here I might as well go in and wait."
"Why are you so persistent?" Phil gave a grunt of frustration just as the sound of water overflowing came from the bathroom. "Oh shit." Phil ran into the bathroom just as Dan followed. "Chris!"
Water has engulfed the empty space that was the tub, and Chris was submerged inside. Phil immediately turned off the water and Dan's face contorted to that of horror as he flailed.
"Get a first aid kit, now!" PJ ordered as he reached the side of the bathtub and pulled Chris' face clear of the water. Dan nodded shakily and ran out of the bathroom. "Hey Chris Kendall, wake up!" No response. "Let's hope you are light enough!" His arms reached for Chris' knees and arms and he pulled the latter out of the water and onto the bathroom floor. "He's not breathing. I need to perform CPR." Without hesitating he leaned down to breath air into Chris' mouth.
"Are you awake?"
"…Fuck." Chris whispered, as an unwelcome face appeared in his vision. He tried to move but something was restricting him. "…Bandages?"
"You were injured." PJ stated. "Cuts on your wrists, bruises on your body, and some internal injury in your anal region. I treated them all, since I figured you don't want to go to the hospital."
Chris' face flushed, as his eyes diverted across the room to the opening door.
"PJ forced himself in. We didn't do anything." Phil shrugged as Dan came in with a bowl and placed it by the countertop. "Brought you some milk, figured you would be hungry."
"If I didn't, you would be dead, Chris Kendall." PJ stood up from the chair he had been sitting on. "But so far it seemed I patched you up well."
"Why are you here again?" Chris looked at PJ, who was looking at his bandaging work of Chris's arm. The curly haired boy ignored him and his eyes seared on Chris's limbs. Chris turned away as his face burned.
"Well, I need to go now, need to get back to the bakery. Please get better, Chris. I will visit you again." Dan announced as Phil nodded and led him out, leaving the two once again alone in the room.
"I need a favor, an urgent need." PJ spoke under his breath as he reached near Chris' ear and adjusted the blankets around the latter.
"Is this a personal request or a business inquiry? Or just a reason to punch me again?" Chris queried back in the same low tone. PJ pulled back a little so that their faces are close to each other and gave a small smile, sending shivers through Chris' spine.
"As long as it is monetary in value, does it matter?"
"Look at the state I am in at this moment and tell me if I can perform that favor."
"I would still want to employ you, Chris Kendall." PJ bent even closer so that their lips are a few inches away from each other, and breathed into the black haired man's face. Chris made himself stare back in those deep green eyes.
Phil let his fingers curl around Dan's as he led Dan to the main entrance, and gave a halfhearted smile as Dan bent forward to kiss him.
"Phil, you care for Chris too much. He just destructs himself; that is the only thing he knows what to do!" Dan said, eyes furrowing in worry. Phil signaled a hush sound and kissed Dan again, the latter complying albeit not willingly.
"Babe, he is my best friend, my oldest friend. I keep feeling that if I don't keep an eye on him I will lose him." Phil looked at his boyfriend imploringly and Dan's lips flitted into a thin line. "At least until we enter college in a month, I want to be there for him. But I promise, you will always be my top priority. Okay?"
"Okay." Dan reached for Phil's shoulders and hugged him warmly, sighing on his shoulder when Phil kissed his cheek. "I just wish he would know that his best friend cares for him too."
"I'll call you." Phil made a gesture with his fingers along his ear as Dan waved goodbye and left the flat.
"… or I should call you Chris. You want me to call you that?" PJ's tone was teasing, flirty even, and Chris shuddered in what felt like anticipation.
"Is your request something related to this?" Chris murmured in return.
"You aren't resisting." PJ noted.
"You don't feel like you." Chris said.
"I don't feel like myself today either." PJ answered. "But yes, you may want to accustom yourself to this." A kiss. "My father mentioned that he wanted to meet you."
Chris pushed PJ away almost immediately. "What was that about?"
PJ's eyes turned serious as he regained his spot on the chair. "Remember I told you about the boy toy my father wanted to escape with?"
"Yeah."
"Well, he dumped my father after finding out we are having all access to his money from the divorce. My father wants to come back in to the family, but I'm not letting him to."
"You want to hire me to prevent that."
PJ smiled, a hand stroking Chris's hair. "I know you are a smart one."
"Get a court restriction." Chris huddled his blankets closer to himself. "I need to rest."
"The thing is, if there was something Dad taught me well, is that the law doesn't really restrict businessmen." PJ's eyes fixated themselves upon Chris. "Especially ones that are on friendly relations with the Palace."
"You will definitely be a shrewd successful businessman in the future, PJ Liguori." Chris muttered. "Still didn't mean I would accept."
"There is something for you, of course. I am not stupid." PJ reached for Chris's face and stroked it lovingly. "By the way, I know you fancy me, so I want to make an offer for you that you wouldn't be able to resist."
"You flatter yourself a little way too much, you know that?" Chris rolled his eyes. "Smarmy young man who decides he can control whatever he wants. You are just a young twat."
"But you are aroused nonetheless, am I wrong?" PJ's voice dripped with sarcasm, and Chris's face hardened. PJ shot a look at the blankets arranged around Chris's crotch and pleasantly smiled.
"Chris, I got you some porridge." Phil walked in holding a bowl, immediately piercing the conversation short. "And why aren't you drinking your milk?"
"I didn't feel like it." Chris answered as his friend placed the new bowl next to the milk. "Phil, can you please escort this boy here to the door? I need to rest."
"I will keep in touch, Chris." PJ bowed and made a grab for his bag pack. "Please rest well."
"What's with that guy?" Phil's voice was one of surprise.
"I wonder." Chris turned to his side on the bed, and uncomfortably shrugged.
