When Jeff finally woke up and rolled out of bed his mind felt extremely muddled and fuzzy. He had absolutely no idea how long he had been out for and he really just wanted to go back to sleep. The need to use the bathroom though overrode his sleepiness and he stumbled into it, taking a moment to rest his forehead against the cool wall and regain his bearings before going on with his business. When he was done he tried to just go back to bed but found Adam standing there in his path. "Addy?" He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. "Hey Addy." He kissed Adam some more, frowning a bit when he noticed that Adam wasn't kissing him back. "I wanna go back to bed."
"Noooo." Adam shook his head and stopped Jeff from trying to go back to the bedroom. "We have to talk."
"About what?"
Adam didn't immediately answer him. Instead he took Jeff's hand and led him to the living room, sitting him down in the chair before sitting down on the couch across from him. The look in his boyfriend's eyes was helping to pull him out of the fog that he had still been in. He was suddenly being reminded of how his dad and Matt always looked at him before they launched into a lecture, which was not something he wanted to be reminded of. "Adam?" He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Adam let out a worried sigh. "What is it?"
"I'm worried about you," Adam finally said. "Ever since the accident, you haven't been right."
"Well yeah," Jeff said with a shrug. "I got fucked up pretty badly. I'm not gonna exactly bounce right back from it."
"That's the problem though. You're not even trying to bounce back. All you do is lay in bed and take your pain medication. You haven't even tried to go without them."
"Because it fucking hurts!" Jeff said, his voice rising a bit as he got on the defensive. "It fucking hurts okay? I'm glad you care and all but you're worrying about nothing."
"Am I?" Shit. Had had a knowing tone to his voice which wasn't a good thing. He had Jeff trapped on something and Jeff had no idea what it was. "Am I really? If that's the case, why do you have less pills in your bottle than you should have?"
Jeff felt himself freeze up at that question. "What are you talking about?" Play innocent, he told himself. Just play innocent. That was a lot easier said than done though. Adam knew him better than anyone else ever had and had the capability of seeing right through him.
"I counted your pills while you were asleep-"
"You did what?" Jeff said incredulously, his body straightening up and leaning forwards in the chair. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I was afraid that you were abusing the pills," Adam replied honestly. "
"But I'm not!"
"Then why is there a pill missing?"
"I dropped it! And it was all covered in dust and shit so I threw it away!"
Adam almost looked like he was buying that-key word being almost. "Jeff…I don't want to fight. I'm just worried, okay? This shit is a slippery slope."
"But I'm fine." Jeff got up off the chair and sat down next to Adam. "Really." He took Adam's hand in his own and squeezed it tightly. He was touched that Adam was concerned but he wanted to just settle this matter as fast as possible. This wasn't what Adam thought it was. He wasn't becoming addicted to the pills. Yes he had been taking them pretty regularly but that didn't mean he was getting addicted. It just meant that he needed them. "I'm fine babe. Really. I'm just fine." He saw that Adam was about to say something and cut him off with a kiss instead. Adam tried to pull back at first but quickly gave in and kissed him back. They made out for a few minutes before Jeff reluctantly broke apart from him and got up to his feet. "Where are you going?" Adam asked as he tried to pull Jeff back down to him.
"Shower," Jeff replied. "I'm starting to feel gross."
Adam smirked playfully. "Oh so you're the odor I've been smelling. And here I thought I tracked something in."
Jeff rolled his eyes and slapped Adam upside his head. "Asshole."
"You love me."
Jeff couldn't deny that one. He just leaned down and kissed the top of Adam's head before going into their room so he could grab himself a clean change of clothes. As he was doing that, he took a glance at his bedside table. For some reason he thought something was missing but he wasn't paying enough attention to actually know what it was. He tried to just push it to the back of his mind and he finished grabbing his clothes. He was about to leave the room when the voice in the back of his head told him to look back and take another glance at the table. This time he paid more attention and realized that his bottle of pain pills was gone.
"What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath. He went over to the desk and checked behind it to see if the bottle had fallen. It wasn't back there. He got down on his hands and knees to see if it had fallen under the bed. It wasn't under there either though. What the fuck…Adam. Adam had to have taken them. He set his jaw tightly and thought about going out there and asking them where they were, only to realize that he really couldn't. He had just gotten done with putting Adam to ease. If he went out there and asked him where it was it was only going to cause a fight. He was going to have to just keep his mouth shut and find out where it was when Adam wasn't paying attention.
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"Shit shit mother fucker," Adam said under his breath as he found himself once again stuck on this level. It was a few hours after his conversation with Jeff and he was playing one of his Spiderman video games. He always got stuck at certain parts because he wasn't quite the video game genius he wanted to be. It didn't help that he had consumed more than a few shots of whiskey. They had run out of beer so he had brought out the heavier stuff. It was fantastic for getting his buzz on but it did nothing for his video game playing ability. "Jeff!" He threw down his controller in frustration. "Jeff! Can you help me?" He pushed himself up to his feet and snagged the whiskey bottle off the coffee table. "Jeff?" He could hear Jeff in the other room but he wasn't actually getting a response from his boyfriend. "Jeff where are you?"
He heard a loud crash come from the kitchen. "Jeff?" He went into the room and saw that the younger man was practically tearing the room apart. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked incredulously.
Jeff didn't answer him right away. He was too focused on whatever it was he was doing. His body was starting to break out in a light sweat and his eyes looked somewhat wild as he continued trying to tear the entire kitchen apart. "Jeff!" Adam said, raising his voice to finally force Jeff to look at him. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Looking for something," Jeff replied. He only gave Adam the briefest of looks before resuming his search.
"What is it?" Adam asked. "I could help."
Jeff didn't answer him, which made him scowl. He knew what it was now. The pills. The fucking fucking pills. "You don't need them," Adam said, slurring his words slightly and stumbling a bit when he took a step forward. "You fucking don't need them."
"Just one," Jeff mumbled. "Can't sleep if I can't have one."
"Jeff…" Adam cursed as Jeff finally found the bottle, which had been hidden up on top of the refrigerator. He tried to snatch them out of Jeff's hands but the alcohol in his system fucked up his reflexes and Jeff was easily able to avoid his grasp and run off. Adam didn't see where he went but he heard a door slam a few seconds later. "Fuck." He almost went chasing after him but something made him stop and say to hell with it. Maybe it was the whiskey that told him to stop giving a fuck. Jeff said he didn't have a problem yet he was all too eager for his pills. The rational part of Adam's brain told him to go after Jeff and get him to stop. That wasn't what he did though. He just took a big drink of whiskey straight from the bottle and sat back down on the couch. Jeff probably had already taken a pill. There wasn't anything he could really do about it now. The pills wouldn't last forever. There wasn't a refill on the prescription. Sooner or later, Jeff would run out and he would HAVE to go on without them.
