Slow Process

sore Body again

   Corpse woke up, sore "shit!" Corpse tries to get up, but the pain was loud. "Ah, fuck" he whispers, he grabs the phone off the drawer. He closes his bad eye, and turns on the phone 9AM "wow, I've must of been that tiered, after the skating" Clay may or may not be away by now. An hour goes by, Corpse hears a knock at the door "come in" he says. Clay walks in "Corpse you good" "fuck, no. My body hurts, soo fucking much" Dream walks up to the bed "dawn, do you think I was from the skating and lazertag" "maybe, I was running a lot more than a did in a long" "dawm, I'm sorry" Corpse waves his hand "no, no, I had so much fun" Dream walks to the door "want me to get the icy hot" Corpse nods "thanks" "of course" he walks out the room. He comes back the icy hot in hand "your shirt" Corpse slowly gets as Clay helps him. Corpse groans in pain, and takes his shirt off "oh, I didn't- ok" Dream shrugs his shoulders. Corpse turns his body so his back face Clay. Dream take the cap off, puts his hand on his shoulders, moving down his back, to his waist, and some on his upper arms. Corpse face turned red, goosebumps jumping off him, thoughts running wild. Both of them, in silents just like yesterday. Corpse was going to say something, they both want to bring it up, but to scared to say anything. Once done, Clay pulls his hands away "done, lay on you stomach" Corpses nods. He slowly moves down on his stomach, the pain filling him again. Dream leaves the room to wash his hands.
   Corpse laying on the bed, the cream changing to warm or cold, at the moment it's cold. It feels nice to the raven haired man. What felt even better was the hands, moving. His shoulders, upper arms, slowly moving to the back of the neck, down his spine, to the more outer parts of his back, side of his body, waist and a little above the belt line. Corpse body started to heat up making the parts with cream cold, making a nice sensational feeling. His face red "shit" he whispers "this cant be happening".
   Dream washes his hands he was going to walk back, but got interrupt "Clay" he hears the mother call. He walks into the kitchen "is your friends ok, I made breakfast" "oh, is is sore from the skating. He has like sore weak body problems, is the best was I can explain it" "poor boy. Will he eat?" He walks closer "I'll see what did you make?" "Eggs and waffles" "I'll check, can I have 2 plates" she nods and gets them made. He walks back to Corpse's room.
   Corpse cats have been roaming the house, Bingus has got along with Patches the other one not so much, but they do like Clay's mom. He walks into the room, seeing Corpse shirtless with his back in the air. "Hey, can you eat?" "Mm, that smells good. I can so, try" Clay chuckles. He walks around to the side of the bed he is on. "Here, are you good with sitting up?" "Yeah" he sits up again, just like the first time it is a slow painful process. Once up Clay asks him "are your arms good" "yeah, the pain is not really on my arms" Clay hands him a plate with silverware. He sits down next to him and eats; they eat in silents. Corpse loved the egg mixed with syrup "god, this is so good" Clay chuckles "yeah, I've gotten better at cooking thanks to her. Ever weekend we are forced to cook as a family. And when I mean weekend its mosty Fridays and Saturdays not Sundays". Corpse laughs "what, a strange family Friday a weekend" "yeah, but who doesn't love a slightly stange family" he chuckles.
   Corpse and Dream finish their plates, Corpes lays back down and looks at the time 1058, he looks away and relaxes. Dream cleans his dishes "how is he" "I hope better he just finished eating" the mother moves next to Clay "here get back to him. I got this" "thanks mom" he walks away to the room. Corpse was tired, even with the extra sleep he got. The feeling of being full of food, the mixture of warmth and coolness, as his body relaxes on the comfortable bed. His breathing slow and calm. Corpse hears a lights knock at the door, so not to startle him "hey, Corpse. You good?" He nods as his head lays on the pillow "I feel great" he says. Dream laughs "that's good" he lays down on the other side of the bed, but this his back on the bed. Looks at Corpes "hello" Corpse laughs "hello, hows your day been" he looks up at the sealing "good, I was able to take care of a friend" he looks back at the man. Corpse hair in his face "you?" Clay asks "Its was terrible" "that's to-" "ah, was. But thanks to a friend I feel better. God, friend. Calling each other friend just hurt, like hell. Corpse cant tell why it hurt it just did, friend, friend, friend, friend, why just a friend? Why not more? But what self could he be? A bestfriend? No. A cousin? No! A brother? NO, NO! A... boyfriend... that sounds perfect to perfect. But, he can't, why, why cant he? He doesn't know why. Before he knew it he fell asleep.
   Dream notice this and gets up slowly, leaves the room, but leaves door slightly open just in case. He looks at his phone 1236, he puts it away. Walks into the livingroom and sees his mom, sitting on the couch. She looks at him "dont worry, he just fell asleep" the mom smiles "that's good". Dream sits on the sofa with his family "his door is open just in case, so you have to be quiet" they both nod. After and hour of watching TV Dream went to his room to join Dream SMP for I bit, even though he is prison, see if anyone one would visit him. As he waited one a different screen he was looking at more Reddit stuff and watched random videos. Dream looks at the time 337 "hm, no visitors" Dream leaves the SMP and his room. Clay walks to Corpse room, he is still asleep. WAIT his Patches is on the bed... TRAITOR! Clay smiles and walks away. He goes to the living room, there is no one than the kitchen, still no one. He grabs his phone, to see a text

Mom: we went out to get a few things. May be out for a while

  Clay smiles "ok" he whispered to himself, he got a little nervous, now he feels better. He watched TV until 823. He gets his phone out

Me: are you guys good
Me: I know you said for a while but didnt expect this long

Mom: buying clothing is hard Clay

     Clay laughs out loud. He closes his mouth hoping he didn't wake Corpse up.

Me: ok just checking
Me: going to bed

Mom: good night dear

   Dream puts his phone away and goes to his room, get in bed, to attempt sleep.
  
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