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Charlie's POV
Banks was afraid of me for along time after that day and I don't really know why. Every time I made a swift movement near him, he'd flinch like I was going to hit him or something. I was not an abusive boyfriend; I'd only hit him once in the time we had been together, that was when he admitted to cheating on me. Personally I think that warranted the fist to the stomach. 'What about the bruise on his back?' You ask. I didn't hit him, pushed him and that wasn't even meant to hurt him, only get him off my arm. So all of you out there thinking 'You're an asshole Charles Conway' you have no idea. I love Adam.
He came into the room after another exhausting practice and collapsed onto the bed adjacent from mine, "What are you reading?"
"Julius Cesar, I have to compare and contrast any two Shakespeare works for English lit." I groaned my reply without lifting my head from the pages of the book.
"You could always rent the movies. Get 'O' it's based on Othello. "
"That's the movie with the guy that looks like a blonde Fulton in it right?"
"Yeah that's it."
"Good idea. If I go pick some up, will you watch 'em with me?"
"No, I just came back to take a nap and then I'm going out to run some drills."
I sighed getting up; I grabbed my keys off the stereo and jammed them into my pocket.
"I'm gong to the rental place, do you want anything while I'm out?"
He shook his head whilst closing his eyes and settling into the pillow. I approached the bed and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I'll be back in a little bit, I love you Adam."
"Humph." Was the response I received.
Banks was pretending he was sleeping, I knew the technique, and I used the technique.
Down at the local Blockbuster I picked up three Shakespeare related tapes and noticed all of them contained some pretty good-looking guys. 'O' had Josh Hartnett, '10 things I hate about you' Heath Ledger and 'Ronny and Julie' that kid from Dawson's Creek that Banksie is obsessed with. What's his name Jake Johnson? He says I look like him but I don't see it. I had covered Othello, Taming of the Shrew and Romeo and Juliet. I would've gotten the actual Romeo and Juliet but I had nice theme going there, plus I don't find Leonardo DiCaprio all that attractive.
On the way back to campus I stopped by the liquor store and bought another six-pack. I know I'm not twenty-one yet but Peter's uncle owns the packy so he gives us whatever we ask for. Being that my boyfriend would rather run drills then spend time with me, I was in the mood for a drink. Drowned my sorrows in a beer, boy do I sound like a country song or what? Just replace to word boyfriend with sister/cousin or uncle/daddy.
When I got back to the room Banksie was gone just as he said he'd be, even though I'd been forewarned it still hurt. I was hoping I'd get back and he'd either have changed his mind or was already done. No such luck I guess. So rather then snuggling with him under the covers, I watched two entire cassettes and most of another alone.
The door squeaked open so slowly you'd think it wasn't even moving, as Adam slithered his way in. All the lights in the room were off and the TV was casting shadows on everything. I can guarantee he thought I was asleep by then but I wasn't. Normally I would've been but this night I had to stay awake and wait for him to come home.
"Where the hell were you!" He jumped at the sound of my growl coming from the darkness
"I told you, I was going to run some drills." Banks said softly pulling his sweater off.
"That took three and a half hours? Come on Adam don't fucking bullshit me."
"No some of the guys from the team were at the rink when I got there. We did the drills together then we all went out for a soda."
"And it didn't occur to you to come back and ask your man if he wanted to go?" I snapped.
"I thought you had things to do tonight, so I just wanted to stay out of your way." I couldn't understand why he was so quiet and I was yelling my fool head off.
"Yeah right, I bet that's the reason! Come on Adam who is he? Who's the guy on the team you just had to go out with tonight huh? I hope he's a good kisser! Doesn't matter anyway, no one other then me would ever want you. A spoiled little rich boy, that cheats on his lovers, then slashes his wrist like an idiot when they leave him!"
"You have no right to talk to me like that Charlie."
"Lee Hawkins gives me every right." I snarled.
"I thought we were past that." His tone wavered and I knew he was about to break. As his hands came up to his face the illumination from the television glared off the silver object around his wrist. It was the I.D. bracelet I had bought him before they released him from the hospital. I had my name engraved on it so the world could see he was mine, he sent me one a week before he got back. His hid the scar on his wrist well, which was also the other purpose of why I got it in the first place. It hid the scar but I still knew it was there. And it broke my heart.
"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean it." I marched quickly over to his bed and wrapped my arms around his slumped shoulders.
"Then why did you have to say it?" He whimpered against my chest.
"I'm just so scared I'm losing you, I can't lose you, to anyone or anything." I whispered in his ear soothingly
"I'm not cheating on you Charlie, I don't wanna be with anyone else."
"Will you be with me? Right now, tonight?" I asked huskily sliding one of my hands around the front and resting it on his toned thigh. I kissed his jaw line and then the pulse that was erratically beating in his neck.
"Right now, Charlie I…" Before he could finish I had taken him off balance and we proceeded to make love.
Afterward and pulled him tighter in my arms cuddling closely against his back. I felt a tear hit my hand as my arms enveloped him and I wondered why on Earth he'd be crying.
Charlie's POV
Banks was afraid of me for along time after that day and I don't really know why. Every time I made a swift movement near him, he'd flinch like I was going to hit him or something. I was not an abusive boyfriend; I'd only hit him once in the time we had been together, that was when he admitted to cheating on me. Personally I think that warranted the fist to the stomach. 'What about the bruise on his back?' You ask. I didn't hit him, pushed him and that wasn't even meant to hurt him, only get him off my arm. So all of you out there thinking 'You're an asshole Charles Conway' you have no idea. I love Adam.
He came into the room after another exhausting practice and collapsed onto the bed adjacent from mine, "What are you reading?"
"Julius Cesar, I have to compare and contrast any two Shakespeare works for English lit." I groaned my reply without lifting my head from the pages of the book.
"You could always rent the movies. Get 'O' it's based on Othello. "
"That's the movie with the guy that looks like a blonde Fulton in it right?"
"Yeah that's it."
"Good idea. If I go pick some up, will you watch 'em with me?"
"No, I just came back to take a nap and then I'm going out to run some drills."
I sighed getting up; I grabbed my keys off the stereo and jammed them into my pocket.
"I'm gong to the rental place, do you want anything while I'm out?"
He shook his head whilst closing his eyes and settling into the pillow. I approached the bed and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I'll be back in a little bit, I love you Adam."
"Humph." Was the response I received.
Banks was pretending he was sleeping, I knew the technique, and I used the technique.
Down at the local Blockbuster I picked up three Shakespeare related tapes and noticed all of them contained some pretty good-looking guys. 'O' had Josh Hartnett, '10 things I hate about you' Heath Ledger and 'Ronny and Julie' that kid from Dawson's Creek that Banksie is obsessed with. What's his name Jake Johnson? He says I look like him but I don't see it. I had covered Othello, Taming of the Shrew and Romeo and Juliet. I would've gotten the actual Romeo and Juliet but I had nice theme going there, plus I don't find Leonardo DiCaprio all that attractive.
On the way back to campus I stopped by the liquor store and bought another six-pack. I know I'm not twenty-one yet but Peter's uncle owns the packy so he gives us whatever we ask for. Being that my boyfriend would rather run drills then spend time with me, I was in the mood for a drink. Drowned my sorrows in a beer, boy do I sound like a country song or what? Just replace to word boyfriend with sister/cousin or uncle/daddy.
When I got back to the room Banksie was gone just as he said he'd be, even though I'd been forewarned it still hurt. I was hoping I'd get back and he'd either have changed his mind or was already done. No such luck I guess. So rather then snuggling with him under the covers, I watched two entire cassettes and most of another alone.
The door squeaked open so slowly you'd think it wasn't even moving, as Adam slithered his way in. All the lights in the room were off and the TV was casting shadows on everything. I can guarantee he thought I was asleep by then but I wasn't. Normally I would've been but this night I had to stay awake and wait for him to come home.
"Where the hell were you!" He jumped at the sound of my growl coming from the darkness
"I told you, I was going to run some drills." Banks said softly pulling his sweater off.
"That took three and a half hours? Come on Adam don't fucking bullshit me."
"No some of the guys from the team were at the rink when I got there. We did the drills together then we all went out for a soda."
"And it didn't occur to you to come back and ask your man if he wanted to go?" I snapped.
"I thought you had things to do tonight, so I just wanted to stay out of your way." I couldn't understand why he was so quiet and I was yelling my fool head off.
"Yeah right, I bet that's the reason! Come on Adam who is he? Who's the guy on the team you just had to go out with tonight huh? I hope he's a good kisser! Doesn't matter anyway, no one other then me would ever want you. A spoiled little rich boy, that cheats on his lovers, then slashes his wrist like an idiot when they leave him!"
"You have no right to talk to me like that Charlie."
"Lee Hawkins gives me every right." I snarled.
"I thought we were past that." His tone wavered and I knew he was about to break. As his hands came up to his face the illumination from the television glared off the silver object around his wrist. It was the I.D. bracelet I had bought him before they released him from the hospital. I had my name engraved on it so the world could see he was mine, he sent me one a week before he got back. His hid the scar on his wrist well, which was also the other purpose of why I got it in the first place. It hid the scar but I still knew it was there. And it broke my heart.
"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean it." I marched quickly over to his bed and wrapped my arms around his slumped shoulders.
"Then why did you have to say it?" He whimpered against my chest.
"I'm just so scared I'm losing you, I can't lose you, to anyone or anything." I whispered in his ear soothingly
"I'm not cheating on you Charlie, I don't wanna be with anyone else."
"Will you be with me? Right now, tonight?" I asked huskily sliding one of my hands around the front and resting it on his toned thigh. I kissed his jaw line and then the pulse that was erratically beating in his neck.
"Right now, Charlie I…" Before he could finish I had taken him off balance and we proceeded to make love.
Afterward and pulled him tighter in my arms cuddling closely against his back. I felt a tear hit my hand as my arms enveloped him and I wondered why on Earth he'd be crying.