The Master [MxMxM+]

35

After midnight, first hours of the month...

Mason was having a hard time trying to sleep that night, he'd been so fucking scared. So much for not liking Jet.

If it hadn't been for that doctor, he might have lost his mind.

Jet was just next door, sharing a wall with him. He wished he could see through it, just to make sure he was alright.

Or you could just go over like a fucking normal person.

He couldn't do it for some reason. And the frustration was so much that he decided to go look for something in the kitchen.

It was dark and the house was quiet. Mason didn't make any noises as he made his way down.

Except that when he got closer to the kitchen he could hear very quiet sounds coming from it. He stopped to listen more carefully.

With a few steps forward, Mason understood that the sounds belonged to someone crying as quietly as they could.

He immediately panicked and went ahead to find out who it was.

Pierre sat on a stool with a glass of water next to him and both of his palms covering his eyes.

Mason's heart sunk to the floor. For some reason it hurt him that Pierre was crying, he couldn't help but walk up to him and gather him close.

Pierre looked up at him with wet eyes and tried to back away weakly but Mason held tight.

Even in the low light, with his face wet like that, he looked like something out of a magazine or a movie. Something expertly photoshopped to look so achingly beautiful and then brought to life.

From where he stood, Mason was a lot taller than him on the stool so that if they got any closer, Pierre's head would rest on his chest.

Without saying a word yet, Mason pushed Pierre's thighs apart and went to stand between them, taking his hands and guiding them to close around his waist.

"What is it?" Mason asked. "It's hurting me to see you like this."

Mason kissed the top of his head and hugged him tighter. Pierre was so upset that he felt hot to the touch. Just how long had he been here like this?

"I j-just don't understand..." he began. His accent loosened up a little when he cried. "Why is everyone the same to me?" Pierre finally hugged him tighter and cried into his chest.

"What happened?" Mason could feel his blood starting to boil.

He didn't push Pierre, just waited patiently for an answer. Anything Pierre would give him. He'd spend the whole night like this if he had to. Definitely if Pierre wanted to.

The answer came after a while. He was running his hands comfortingly against his back, then Pierre told him everything.

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Jet woke up with his arm feeling fine, although not completely fine in any sense of the word.

He still winced a little if he made any quick sharp movements with it but it was nothing. At least he wasn't going to wear something as annoying as a cast. And thank fuck he didn't need any crutches.

Everything that happened the night before was all he could think of.

The worried looks on everyone's face directed at him was almost too much to believe. He was generally an asshole to each and every one of them, so why did they care?