Chip lay down on his bed, trying his best to keep his mind off of Jeff. Every time a thought of him would come about, he'd press down on his injured hand, sending shock waves of pain through his body. It was now 10 in the morning, and he'd barely slept at all. He was drifting off again, when he got a text.

It was from Jeff. "Meet me in my room? 905." Chip sighed, knowing that he couldn't avoid this. Despite everything, he was still worried that he didn't look good. In fact, he looked awful. "Bags under my eyes, greasy hair, same clothes from last night… Why do I care what he thinks anyway?" Chip mused. He made his way over to Jeff's room and tapped on the door with his bad hand, wincing and smiling at the same time.

"Hey, what's—whoa," Jeff let slip, referring to his boyfriend's disgruntled demeanor. "What happened to you?" he asked. Chip laughed bitterly. "Nothing, I'm fine," he lied with a wave of his hand. Unfortunately, he used his right hand. Jeff grabbed it, causing Chip to cry out suddenly. He dropped it, but brought it back to his face by the wrist. "What the fuck did you do?" He snatched it back. "It's nothing," he murmured. Jeff squeezed it again, and Chip grimaced, biting his tongue before yelling. However, the sheer look of immense pain on his face was enough.

"What. Did. You. Do?" He demanded again, his voice dropping to a growl. Chip attempted to bring his hand back to his side, but couldn't get out of Jeff's vice grip. When he didn't say anything, the younger man dragged him into his room, slamming the door shut.

"Talk to me, now. There's a reason you're not telling me." Jeff was staring him right in the eye, and Chip could only hold his gaze for a second before looking down. "Why do you care anyway?" he muttered. "Why do I—what the hell do you mean why do I care?" The vein on Jeff's neck was pulsing, his face outraged. "You didn't seem to care about me last night when you were with that girl!" Chip snapped back.

No one said anything for a minute. Jeff didn't know how to respond, because he didn't think he'd ever get caught. "…Sorry?" He bit his lip anxiously, knowing that saying anything right now couldn't possibly make this situation better. "No, you're not." The answer took him by surprise. "Of course I am; who are you to say?" A smug smile crossed Chip's face, as if he knew something that no one else did. "I know you. I know you probably better than anyone else, including yourself. You're not sorry. You had a great time, and I didn't cross your mind even once."

"But I didn't mean for it to go farther than it did," Jeff pleaded. "Oh, well that makes it all okay then," Chip replied sarcastically. "What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? I can't change what's already happened; I can only do something about what's going on right now!" He was shaking with anger and frustration, hating himself for being such a disappointment.

"Okay, then do something," Chip retaliated calmly. Jeff got closer to him got a hold on his shirt collar, using it to pull him into a passionate kiss that he soon returned. "You are the only guy that I've ever truly cared about like this," he panted. "I've never been in a real relationship before, so I'm not perfect. But I love you because you stick by me anyways though you deserve better." Chip delved back into Jeff's lips, licking them, biting them.

They tumbled onto the queen-size bed, kissing anywhere that they could see. "Ow, fuck," Chip exclaimed. "What did I do?" Jeff looked worried, but was assured it wasn't his fault. "It's this damn hand. It hurts like hell." His boyfriend smiled and went into the drawer by the nightstand, pulling out a prescription bottle. "Take two of these and you'll feel fine," he said. Chip looked at what it was: Vicodin. He poured two into his hand and choked them down. Almost immediately he started to feel relief.

When the look on his face softened, Jeff continued what they were doing, letting his tongue swirl around in Chip's mouth. Quiet moans escaped the both of them as they began to undo the other's shirt buttons. "Jeff, you can't do shit like that anymore. You can't just sleep around," he breathed, tossing the clothing to the floor.

"The only person I want to be with right now is you." His teeth were nipping at Chip's neck and his hands caressing every part of his chiseled body. Jeff kissed down his strong torso, loving every inch of him. Chip tried to pull at Jeff's pants, but he stopped him. "This is about you," Jeff purred.

He kissed back up to his neck and straddled him, feeling how much they were both turned on. He lay down on top of him and kissed him hard, Chip's hands pulling on his hair and feeling him moan in his mouth. "Jeff…" At the mention of his name, he smirked and moved his hips against his boyfriend's. They were one movement, perfectly in sync, and nothing else mattered in the world except for this moment.

Unfortunately, the rest of the world still went on. Jeff's phone began to ring, though both of them ignored it. "Jeff, should you get that?" Chip asked after it started to ring for the second time. "Oh just let me indulge you," he told him, putting his lips to the zipper of Chip's pants. He moaned louder and involuntarily moved his hips around even more. His cell phone didn't stop though, and without so much as looking at who it was, Jeff turned it off and threw it across the room.

"Problem solved," he grinned, returning to Chip. He'd gotten him down to his boxers, and knew that he couldn't wait much longer. Just as he was pulling them down, they heard a knock at the door. "Are you serious?" Jeff mouthed, then putting a finger to his lips. He lay down next to Chip, waiting for whoever was at the door to go away, rubbing his chest while they wait.

Chip held onto Jeff's hand and started sucking on his fingers, finally getting the chance to love him back, even a little. He was used to doing things for him, not the other way around. Jeff was trying to be quiet, but finally couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. "Fuck," he whispered, because the knocking started again. "I can hear you in there," someone said from the other side. Chip nodded over in the voice's direction and gave him a small smile. "Go get it; it's alright." Jeff sighed and got up to answer it.

"Now isn't a good time, so what do…" his voice trailed off at the sight of who it was.

"I'm sorry, but it's kind of important. Can I come in?"

"NO. I mean, no. I'm just busy right now, so—"

"Well I can see that you're already ready for me; you must have gotten my calls." The person pushed past him, walking in and gaped at the man in Jeff's bed.

Chip could only stare at the woman who had gotten in. "Oh… my god," she gasped. He easily recognized her as the bitch from last night, with his boyfriend. "This is Chantelle," Jeff groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You were having sex with a MAN and you're taking time to INTRODUCE me?" Chantelle shrieked. "Aww, did he not treat you as nice as he treats me?" Chip asked with mock sympathy.

The woman looked physically disgusted. "Don't talk to me, you fucking queer. What the hell are you doing, Jeff?" He brought up his eyes from his feet and gave her a knowing glance. "Well you kind of already summed up what we were about to do." Chip snickered as the same look crossed Chantelle's face. "Does it bother you that he's hot for me instead?"

"I said don't talk to me!" she repeated angrily. "He's a 'fucking queer' too then, since he's sleeping with me. So I'm sure you can show yourself out," he went on with a grin. She glared at both of them before storming out in a huff. After she slammed the door, Jeff returned to Chip and rested his head in the crook of his neck. "I'm really sorry; I had no clue she was coming over. But the way you handled that was really… hot."

"Well you're really hot, and worth fighting for," he replied, kissing the top of his head. "Let's get back to it then," Jeff went on with a wink.

Chip smiled and knew that things might just be okay, for once.