Rated R as usual! LOL
Not saying we don't own them again in this fic.....the point is already taken I'm sure..so this will be the last time I waste time on that issue! M.
Rules and Broken Trust Chapter 7
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Bosco startled from a deep sleep, opening his eyes slightly to a loud pounding noise.
Stirring in his bed, he reached over slamming the snooze button on the alarm clock, that was not buzzing.
Rolling over he pulled his exposed feet back under the blanket. Grabbing his pillow he smashed it down, closing his eyes again, he was asleep instantly.
When the pounding began, again, groaning he rolled over squinting his unfocused eyes at the time.
It was 12:03 pm.
"Oh fuck," he moaned, "too damn early for this shit!" Sighing harshly, rubbing his temples, then wincing when accidentally he brushed the heel of his hand over the stitches under his right eye.
Sitting up he drug his behind to the edge of the bed, pausing for a moment, then standing, he grabbed a shirt from the chair, taking it with him as he left the bedroom.
Padding slowly down the hall to the living room, the pounding on the door began again, this time louder.
"I'M COMIN' ALREADY," he shouted, instantly regretting that action, he paused at the bathroom, blinking his eyes rapidly from the pain, hitching up his blue plaid pajama bottoms to keep from tripping on them, he retied them low on his hips, then continued to the front door.
Reaching the door, he squinted his left eye to look through the peephole, seeing it was Sully, he tossed the shirt aside onto the couch arm, groaning, "Alright, already, stop banging, you're killing me!"
Unlocking the door he opened it, still half-dazed, giving Sully a friendly nod before leaving the door wide open, and walking back through the living room to the kitchen.
"Well, good mornin' to you too, Bosco," Sully chuckled, walking in with two cups of coffee in his hands, he closed the door behind him with the back of his heel.
"How ya feeling," Sully questioned, "damn, Bosco! Your back looks bad!" He was watching Bosco open his fridge, stare into it briefly, close it then go to the sink.
Sully grinned as he watched him turn the faucet on, letting it run a moment before bending over, taking a long drink straight from the tap.
Grabbing a dishcloth from the counter, he wiped his mouth off, throwing the cloth carelessly back on the counter.
"Like shit!" Bosco mumbled his voice barely audible, "and I wouldn't know, can't see it," before heading back down the hall to the bathroom.
Sully walked further into Bosco's apartment, glanced down the hall only to hear the echo of the bathroom door slamming.
Sully snickered, shaking his head before pacing around the living room, glancing around. "Kind of looks like my place," he said outloud to himself.
He'd only been in Bosco's apartment a few times since they met. The apartment was pretty plain. It wasn't like the usual home decorated with family and loved ones pictures.
"What are you doing here, Sully," Bosco asked walking back in the living room, falling into his lazy-boy.
"I missed you! What, not a mornin' person ah Bosco," Sully asked, laughing and holding out a cup of coffee with his right hand.
"Yeah, right, now who's the gay one," Bosco grinned now, "thanks Sul," reaching out and grabbing the hot liquid, "and no, I'm not. And for your information, it's the middle of MY night, remember? I didn't get back from that freaking ER until 4 this morining!"
"How ya feelin' today? THAT looks painful," Sully said grimacing as he pointed to the whole right side of Bosco's face.
"The question should be how are YOUR partner's knuckles feeling today?" Bosco said sarcastically.
"Bosco he didn't mean that," Sully began.
"I know Sul, no big deal," he sighed, "I just don't get it. Ty and I are cool, Vinny and I are cool, I don't understand how those two could not get along. I know Vin has a mouth and all, but so do I Sully. Oh hell, my head hurts," he moaned again, "I don't really feel like talking about it," Bosco said placing his coffee on the end table next to him, leaning his head back against the chair cushion.
"About that Bosco, you heard what Ty said about what kind of crap came out of Vinny's mouth," Sully sat down on the couch, near Bosco, "Davis had all the right to knock his lights out. He feels like shit for hurtin' you though, trust me on that!"
"Sul, I'm not in the mood okay? I'm taking the day off. Hell, I can't think straight my head hurts so fucking bad. I didn't even get a buzz on last night," he opened his eyes, looking at Sully, "But I'm the one in the frigging ER from a Bar fight! I didn't hear what was said, and neither did you. But, I did see them shake on it so that's that!" Bosco said wearily, then, "Like I told Davis last night, I'm gonna tell Vin, if they can't get along, we don't hang together. I don't want to end up in the hospital, ya know? But at the same time, they're big boys, let them work it out. I'm not getting in the middle, I like having my head attached."
Sully had to laugh at his last comment, "Alright, I understand. Wasn't me got my block knocked last night. But I'll tell you this, if he opens his mouth again to Ty, like he did last night, it's gonna take alot more than your little ass to separate them. That is the second time he's run his mouth at him with stupid crap, Ty's only gonna take so much Bosco."
He stood to go, as Bosco watched him, "I'll let you get back to your beauty sleep, you look like you could use it, but let me give you this piece of advice before I go."
Bosco blinked at him, a 'go ahead, like I can stop you?' look on his face, "Yesss...."
"Watch your back lil' man!" Sully was dead serious, as he stood looking down at him, "I don't trust that Vinny any further than I can throw him, and if he turns on you, like he did Ty, you might not have anyone there to stop him."
Bosco smirked, a short laugh coming from him, "Yes Ma, you know you worry too much Sul. You need to learn how to relax! How is it you tell me? 'You need to learn to trust people, Bosco'!"
He laughed, as he got up to see Sully to the door, "Thanks for the warning, I'll keep my eye out."
Sully shook his head, "You only have one left, make sure you keep it open," he laughed as he left, "Oh and Bosco, Ty was serious, Vinny thinks he's gay, and that he's after you. Set him straight will you?"
"Why should I," Bosco grinned, "you guys told everyone I was gay for years!"
"Yeah, well," Sully cracked on him as Bosco began to close the door, "the juries still out on that one!"
He heard Bosco laughing quietly as the door closed, and the chain was put back into place.
Going down the hall, Sully hoped that if Vinny did turn on Bosco, they would be there to stop him. Bosco had been through enough with Faith being shot; he certainly didn't need any more problems. ______________________________________________________________________
Bosco walked back to his bedroom, shaking his head at Sully's concerns. "Man needs a life."
Climbing back into his bed, he pulled the blankets up over his head to block the light, then realized he better call in.
A few minutes later, after having done so, he was sound asleep again, when the sound of banging on his door woke him for the second time that day.
"OH WHO THE FUCK IS IT NOW," he exclaimed, throwing his legs over, he quickly went down the hall, this time pissed.
"WHO IS IT?" he yelled at the door, his hand on the chain.
"It's me Vinny," came the answer.
Taking a deep breath, Bosco dropped his head, blowing it out, thinking, 'I really don't want to do this now.'
He opened the door regardless, "Hey, come on in, everyone else has."
He turned like he did with Sully, going to the living room again, actually with his small apartment he was already there, he just went to sit down in his chair again.
"Everyone else," Vinny asked, watching Bosco walk to the chair his mouth open, staring, as he closed the door behind him.
"Yeah, Sully just left," Bosco closed his eyes, rubbing his temples, "or should I say my mother just left." He smirked at his joke, missing the frown come over Vinny's face.
"What did he want," Vinny asked, sitting on the couch where Sully had been earlier.
"Oh the usual," Bosco opened his eyes, "nag me about how I shouldn't come in today, cause of my eye and all. Tell me again, how Ty didn't mean it. You know, usual shit." He was yawning, "Oh man all I want to do is sleep today."
"Well, then you should," Vinny grinned, trying not to stare at his bare chest and stomach, "but first, did you eat? Want me to go get something?"
Bosco stood, walking to the kitchen, "Oh come on, not you too! I already got enough mothers but thanks anyway Vin," he laughed. "You want some coffee or something? Sully brought some, but its crap, and cold."
Vinny gave him a glare at the 'mother' comment, "No," he put a 'smile' in his voice, "I'm fine, so what did Sully say about Ty? Did he admit what he did?"
Bosco pouring water into the coffee pot, didn't answer him at first, then after he'd put the grinds in and turned the pot on, turned back, leaning against the counter, looking over it at him.
Retying the pajama bottoms again, he was looking down, and he'd not seen the look of desire Vinny was giving him as he watched him in the kitchen, and now as he looked up, Vinny schooled his face to concern.
"No, Ty didn't 'admit' what he did, and I really don't want to talk about it," Bosco yawned again, this time stretching, "Oh man, I don't know what was in those pain pills the doctor prescribed, but they knocked my ass out! They're still working, and that was 10 hours ago, at least!"
Vinny swallowed, watching him stretch again, 'fucking tease' he thought, 'keep it up. How much longer is this 'hard to get' going to last, Bosco? I can't wait much longer!'.
"I will say this though," Bosco blinked at him, trying to focus, unaware of his effect on Vinny, "you two better work out your problems, cause if you don't, then Vinny I'm sorry, but," he paused, weighing his words carefully, remembering his own, 'hotheadedness', "we won't be hanging out together. I've known Ty a long time now, and you're my partner and all, but he's my friend. We've been through a lot, you know, he's always had my back, and I owe him. He helped my ass out of a bad jam with that shooting several months back. If it weren't for Ty, Faith and I both might be in jail right now, instead of where we are...."
Bosco turned back to the sink, as his own words came back at him, grabbing a glass, he put it under the faucet, filling it, he drank deeply.
Steadier now, he turned back to Vinny, startled to see him standing directly behind him, red in the face.
"TY IS A FAG BOSCO!" Vinny shouted down at him, "YOU'RE JUST TOO BLIND TO SEE IT!"
Bosco stood there with his mouth open momentarily, the glass falling from his hand onto the counter, spilling the remaining water, before he began to back up, realizing that Vinny was between him and the open room, a look of confused fear came over his face.
He held his hands up in front of him as Vinny advanced on him, towering over him. "HE'S ALWAYS GOT HIS HANDS ON YOU! HE MAKES ME SICK, THE WAY HE'S ALWAYS PAWING YOU!"
In shock, Bosco stammered, "Vinny...you...I mean...hey man...back off...okay...I don't like people in my face.....and, it's not like that..."
Vinny was enraged that Bosco could be so blind, he was completely oblivious to the fact that Bosco was in fear of him, and was backed completely into the corner by the refrigerator, shaking.
The pain meds were still having an effect on him, and his fear of being out of control and or cornered, was taking over, he was breathing heavily now, and about to speak again.
But just as he was about to panic, Vinny suddenly backed off, "I'm sorry, man, sorry," he passed his hand over his face, backing completely out of the tiny kitchen, to stand in the living room again, "it's just that I've seen his kind before. They act all macho, but they are always feeling guys up. I knew a guy like that in Chicago. Ended up attacking one of the other officers, cause he 'rejected' him, it was a bad scene man. I just don't want that happening to you that's all. Especially with you hurt and all."
Bosco stood there, swallowing, trying to calm himself, anger taking the place of the fear now, "I appreciate your concern," he voice low and harsh, "but it's not like that. Ty isn't gay, and in case you were in doubt, neither am I. We are just good friends, and what we do or don't do, isn't really your business anyway, you got that?"
He grabbed the dishtowel, and wiping up the water, put the glass in the sink. Not looking at Vinny now, he was trying to calm down, and keep him from seeing his shaking hands.
Vinny realized that he'd made a mistake with Bosco, backpedaling rapidly now, "I'm sorry, maybe I was mistaken. I'll apologize to him. And don't worry; there won't be any problems when we go out from now on. I'll keep my mouth shut and my distance with Davis."
He was smiling now at Bosco, trying to placate him.
Bosco turned to the coffee pot, taking the carafe out, he poured a cup, his hand shaking as Sully's words came back to him. Taking a deep breath, he nodded, still trying to give Vinny the benefit of the doubt.
"Sure, sure Vin," Bosco said relaxing a little. "Okay, look, just apologize to him, and let it go, alright? I think you need to go now I really need some more sleep, these pain meds are really fucking with my nerves. I'm sorry, maybe we can get together this weekend, do something."
He was sipping his coffee now, the hot liquid helping to settle his stomach, and to settle his nerves, as he watched Vinny's reaction over the rim of the cup, he thought, 'geesh, he sounds just like I use too. Now I know why Faith use to get so pissed.'
"Hey, Bosco," Vinny grinned now, "that sounds like a plan! I'll do that thing with Davis, and when you get back we can talk about plans for Saturday! Well, I'll let you get back to sleep now. Hey, you know when you get better we need to get to the gym. I was noticing you must work out, you look pretty ripped there, you know, you can't let that go just cause you got banged up!"
Bosco laughed now, "Yeah, I do, but I think I need some more sleep before I get back to it and a few more pain pills. My ribs and eye are still killing me. So I'll see you later Vin."
Vinny laughed, then walking to the door, turned, "You gonna come lock up? Don't want anyone just walking in on you, do you?"
"Sure, be right there," Bosco wasn't about to come around that counter just then, so he told him, "I'll do it in a minute, just want to make sure this pots finished, sometimes it over flows if I don't watch it."
"Oh, okay, then, see you," Vinny walked out into the hall, pulling the door closed behind him.
As soon as he had done so, and Bosco heard the click, he came around the counter, placing his cup down on it, and rapidly went to the door, locking it, throwing the deadbolt and chain.
"That guy has serious issues! Ty gay, geesh! Talk about overprotective, and strange!" Bosco said shaking his head.
Taking a deep breath, he went back to the kitchen, turned off the pot, poured out his coffee and grabbed a glass of water.
He went back in the bathroom, swallowing down two pain pills with the glass of water, he then went back to bed.
This time he shut his bedroom door, and unplugged his phone.
Within minutes he was asleep again, this time uninterrupted.
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Not saying we don't own them again in this fic.....the point is already taken I'm sure..so this will be the last time I waste time on that issue! M.
Rules and Broken Trust Chapter 7
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Bosco startled from a deep sleep, opening his eyes slightly to a loud pounding noise.
Stirring in his bed, he reached over slamming the snooze button on the alarm clock, that was not buzzing.
Rolling over he pulled his exposed feet back under the blanket. Grabbing his pillow he smashed it down, closing his eyes again, he was asleep instantly.
When the pounding began, again, groaning he rolled over squinting his unfocused eyes at the time.
It was 12:03 pm.
"Oh fuck," he moaned, "too damn early for this shit!" Sighing harshly, rubbing his temples, then wincing when accidentally he brushed the heel of his hand over the stitches under his right eye.
Sitting up he drug his behind to the edge of the bed, pausing for a moment, then standing, he grabbed a shirt from the chair, taking it with him as he left the bedroom.
Padding slowly down the hall to the living room, the pounding on the door began again, this time louder.
"I'M COMIN' ALREADY," he shouted, instantly regretting that action, he paused at the bathroom, blinking his eyes rapidly from the pain, hitching up his blue plaid pajama bottoms to keep from tripping on them, he retied them low on his hips, then continued to the front door.
Reaching the door, he squinted his left eye to look through the peephole, seeing it was Sully, he tossed the shirt aside onto the couch arm, groaning, "Alright, already, stop banging, you're killing me!"
Unlocking the door he opened it, still half-dazed, giving Sully a friendly nod before leaving the door wide open, and walking back through the living room to the kitchen.
"Well, good mornin' to you too, Bosco," Sully chuckled, walking in with two cups of coffee in his hands, he closed the door behind him with the back of his heel.
"How ya feeling," Sully questioned, "damn, Bosco! Your back looks bad!" He was watching Bosco open his fridge, stare into it briefly, close it then go to the sink.
Sully grinned as he watched him turn the faucet on, letting it run a moment before bending over, taking a long drink straight from the tap.
Grabbing a dishcloth from the counter, he wiped his mouth off, throwing the cloth carelessly back on the counter.
"Like shit!" Bosco mumbled his voice barely audible, "and I wouldn't know, can't see it," before heading back down the hall to the bathroom.
Sully walked further into Bosco's apartment, glanced down the hall only to hear the echo of the bathroom door slamming.
Sully snickered, shaking his head before pacing around the living room, glancing around. "Kind of looks like my place," he said outloud to himself.
He'd only been in Bosco's apartment a few times since they met. The apartment was pretty plain. It wasn't like the usual home decorated with family and loved ones pictures.
"What are you doing here, Sully," Bosco asked walking back in the living room, falling into his lazy-boy.
"I missed you! What, not a mornin' person ah Bosco," Sully asked, laughing and holding out a cup of coffee with his right hand.
"Yeah, right, now who's the gay one," Bosco grinned now, "thanks Sul," reaching out and grabbing the hot liquid, "and no, I'm not. And for your information, it's the middle of MY night, remember? I didn't get back from that freaking ER until 4 this morining!"
"How ya feelin' today? THAT looks painful," Sully said grimacing as he pointed to the whole right side of Bosco's face.
"The question should be how are YOUR partner's knuckles feeling today?" Bosco said sarcastically.
"Bosco he didn't mean that," Sully began.
"I know Sul, no big deal," he sighed, "I just don't get it. Ty and I are cool, Vinny and I are cool, I don't understand how those two could not get along. I know Vin has a mouth and all, but so do I Sully. Oh hell, my head hurts," he moaned again, "I don't really feel like talking about it," Bosco said placing his coffee on the end table next to him, leaning his head back against the chair cushion.
"About that Bosco, you heard what Ty said about what kind of crap came out of Vinny's mouth," Sully sat down on the couch, near Bosco, "Davis had all the right to knock his lights out. He feels like shit for hurtin' you though, trust me on that!"
"Sul, I'm not in the mood okay? I'm taking the day off. Hell, I can't think straight my head hurts so fucking bad. I didn't even get a buzz on last night," he opened his eyes, looking at Sully, "But I'm the one in the frigging ER from a Bar fight! I didn't hear what was said, and neither did you. But, I did see them shake on it so that's that!" Bosco said wearily, then, "Like I told Davis last night, I'm gonna tell Vin, if they can't get along, we don't hang together. I don't want to end up in the hospital, ya know? But at the same time, they're big boys, let them work it out. I'm not getting in the middle, I like having my head attached."
Sully had to laugh at his last comment, "Alright, I understand. Wasn't me got my block knocked last night. But I'll tell you this, if he opens his mouth again to Ty, like he did last night, it's gonna take alot more than your little ass to separate them. That is the second time he's run his mouth at him with stupid crap, Ty's only gonna take so much Bosco."
He stood to go, as Bosco watched him, "I'll let you get back to your beauty sleep, you look like you could use it, but let me give you this piece of advice before I go."
Bosco blinked at him, a 'go ahead, like I can stop you?' look on his face, "Yesss...."
"Watch your back lil' man!" Sully was dead serious, as he stood looking down at him, "I don't trust that Vinny any further than I can throw him, and if he turns on you, like he did Ty, you might not have anyone there to stop him."
Bosco smirked, a short laugh coming from him, "Yes Ma, you know you worry too much Sul. You need to learn how to relax! How is it you tell me? 'You need to learn to trust people, Bosco'!"
He laughed, as he got up to see Sully to the door, "Thanks for the warning, I'll keep my eye out."
Sully shook his head, "You only have one left, make sure you keep it open," he laughed as he left, "Oh and Bosco, Ty was serious, Vinny thinks he's gay, and that he's after you. Set him straight will you?"
"Why should I," Bosco grinned, "you guys told everyone I was gay for years!"
"Yeah, well," Sully cracked on him as Bosco began to close the door, "the juries still out on that one!"
He heard Bosco laughing quietly as the door closed, and the chain was put back into place.
Going down the hall, Sully hoped that if Vinny did turn on Bosco, they would be there to stop him. Bosco had been through enough with Faith being shot; he certainly didn't need any more problems. ______________________________________________________________________
Bosco walked back to his bedroom, shaking his head at Sully's concerns. "Man needs a life."
Climbing back into his bed, he pulled the blankets up over his head to block the light, then realized he better call in.
A few minutes later, after having done so, he was sound asleep again, when the sound of banging on his door woke him for the second time that day.
"OH WHO THE FUCK IS IT NOW," he exclaimed, throwing his legs over, he quickly went down the hall, this time pissed.
"WHO IS IT?" he yelled at the door, his hand on the chain.
"It's me Vinny," came the answer.
Taking a deep breath, Bosco dropped his head, blowing it out, thinking, 'I really don't want to do this now.'
He opened the door regardless, "Hey, come on in, everyone else has."
He turned like he did with Sully, going to the living room again, actually with his small apartment he was already there, he just went to sit down in his chair again.
"Everyone else," Vinny asked, watching Bosco walk to the chair his mouth open, staring, as he closed the door behind him.
"Yeah, Sully just left," Bosco closed his eyes, rubbing his temples, "or should I say my mother just left." He smirked at his joke, missing the frown come over Vinny's face.
"What did he want," Vinny asked, sitting on the couch where Sully had been earlier.
"Oh the usual," Bosco opened his eyes, "nag me about how I shouldn't come in today, cause of my eye and all. Tell me again, how Ty didn't mean it. You know, usual shit." He was yawning, "Oh man all I want to do is sleep today."
"Well, then you should," Vinny grinned, trying not to stare at his bare chest and stomach, "but first, did you eat? Want me to go get something?"
Bosco stood, walking to the kitchen, "Oh come on, not you too! I already got enough mothers but thanks anyway Vin," he laughed. "You want some coffee or something? Sully brought some, but its crap, and cold."
Vinny gave him a glare at the 'mother' comment, "No," he put a 'smile' in his voice, "I'm fine, so what did Sully say about Ty? Did he admit what he did?"
Bosco pouring water into the coffee pot, didn't answer him at first, then after he'd put the grinds in and turned the pot on, turned back, leaning against the counter, looking over it at him.
Retying the pajama bottoms again, he was looking down, and he'd not seen the look of desire Vinny was giving him as he watched him in the kitchen, and now as he looked up, Vinny schooled his face to concern.
"No, Ty didn't 'admit' what he did, and I really don't want to talk about it," Bosco yawned again, this time stretching, "Oh man, I don't know what was in those pain pills the doctor prescribed, but they knocked my ass out! They're still working, and that was 10 hours ago, at least!"
Vinny swallowed, watching him stretch again, 'fucking tease' he thought, 'keep it up. How much longer is this 'hard to get' going to last, Bosco? I can't wait much longer!'.
"I will say this though," Bosco blinked at him, trying to focus, unaware of his effect on Vinny, "you two better work out your problems, cause if you don't, then Vinny I'm sorry, but," he paused, weighing his words carefully, remembering his own, 'hotheadedness', "we won't be hanging out together. I've known Ty a long time now, and you're my partner and all, but he's my friend. We've been through a lot, you know, he's always had my back, and I owe him. He helped my ass out of a bad jam with that shooting several months back. If it weren't for Ty, Faith and I both might be in jail right now, instead of where we are...."
Bosco turned back to the sink, as his own words came back at him, grabbing a glass, he put it under the faucet, filling it, he drank deeply.
Steadier now, he turned back to Vinny, startled to see him standing directly behind him, red in the face.
"TY IS A FAG BOSCO!" Vinny shouted down at him, "YOU'RE JUST TOO BLIND TO SEE IT!"
Bosco stood there with his mouth open momentarily, the glass falling from his hand onto the counter, spilling the remaining water, before he began to back up, realizing that Vinny was between him and the open room, a look of confused fear came over his face.
He held his hands up in front of him as Vinny advanced on him, towering over him. "HE'S ALWAYS GOT HIS HANDS ON YOU! HE MAKES ME SICK, THE WAY HE'S ALWAYS PAWING YOU!"
In shock, Bosco stammered, "Vinny...you...I mean...hey man...back off...okay...I don't like people in my face.....and, it's not like that..."
Vinny was enraged that Bosco could be so blind, he was completely oblivious to the fact that Bosco was in fear of him, and was backed completely into the corner by the refrigerator, shaking.
The pain meds were still having an effect on him, and his fear of being out of control and or cornered, was taking over, he was breathing heavily now, and about to speak again.
But just as he was about to panic, Vinny suddenly backed off, "I'm sorry, man, sorry," he passed his hand over his face, backing completely out of the tiny kitchen, to stand in the living room again, "it's just that I've seen his kind before. They act all macho, but they are always feeling guys up. I knew a guy like that in Chicago. Ended up attacking one of the other officers, cause he 'rejected' him, it was a bad scene man. I just don't want that happening to you that's all. Especially with you hurt and all."
Bosco stood there, swallowing, trying to calm himself, anger taking the place of the fear now, "I appreciate your concern," he voice low and harsh, "but it's not like that. Ty isn't gay, and in case you were in doubt, neither am I. We are just good friends, and what we do or don't do, isn't really your business anyway, you got that?"
He grabbed the dishtowel, and wiping up the water, put the glass in the sink. Not looking at Vinny now, he was trying to calm down, and keep him from seeing his shaking hands.
Vinny realized that he'd made a mistake with Bosco, backpedaling rapidly now, "I'm sorry, maybe I was mistaken. I'll apologize to him. And don't worry; there won't be any problems when we go out from now on. I'll keep my mouth shut and my distance with Davis."
He was smiling now at Bosco, trying to placate him.
Bosco turned to the coffee pot, taking the carafe out, he poured a cup, his hand shaking as Sully's words came back to him. Taking a deep breath, he nodded, still trying to give Vinny the benefit of the doubt.
"Sure, sure Vin," Bosco said relaxing a little. "Okay, look, just apologize to him, and let it go, alright? I think you need to go now I really need some more sleep, these pain meds are really fucking with my nerves. I'm sorry, maybe we can get together this weekend, do something."
He was sipping his coffee now, the hot liquid helping to settle his stomach, and to settle his nerves, as he watched Vinny's reaction over the rim of the cup, he thought, 'geesh, he sounds just like I use too. Now I know why Faith use to get so pissed.'
"Hey, Bosco," Vinny grinned now, "that sounds like a plan! I'll do that thing with Davis, and when you get back we can talk about plans for Saturday! Well, I'll let you get back to sleep now. Hey, you know when you get better we need to get to the gym. I was noticing you must work out, you look pretty ripped there, you know, you can't let that go just cause you got banged up!"
Bosco laughed now, "Yeah, I do, but I think I need some more sleep before I get back to it and a few more pain pills. My ribs and eye are still killing me. So I'll see you later Vin."
Vinny laughed, then walking to the door, turned, "You gonna come lock up? Don't want anyone just walking in on you, do you?"
"Sure, be right there," Bosco wasn't about to come around that counter just then, so he told him, "I'll do it in a minute, just want to make sure this pots finished, sometimes it over flows if I don't watch it."
"Oh, okay, then, see you," Vinny walked out into the hall, pulling the door closed behind him.
As soon as he had done so, and Bosco heard the click, he came around the counter, placing his cup down on it, and rapidly went to the door, locking it, throwing the deadbolt and chain.
"That guy has serious issues! Ty gay, geesh! Talk about overprotective, and strange!" Bosco said shaking his head.
Taking a deep breath, he went back to the kitchen, turned off the pot, poured out his coffee and grabbed a glass of water.
He went back in the bathroom, swallowing down two pain pills with the glass of water, he then went back to bed.
This time he shut his bedroom door, and unplugged his phone.
Within minutes he was asleep again, this time uninterrupted.
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