The Master [MxMxM+]

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The Master stared at Jet asleep on his bed, every feature on his face totally at ease as he let out steady breaths.

They hadn't even taken a lot of time at the hospital when the doctors said that apart from the minor injuries, Jet was fine.

They'd brought him back home but the worry never quite etched its way out.

He noticed that Mason breathed easier on the way back. He saw the guilt in his face. He didn't want to ask but he did anyway.

Mason only shook his head and told him he didn't know how to face Jet when he woke up.

Whatever had happened, he knew deep down that he wouldn't overlook it. He'd just pretend it was none of his business until Jet became better, then he'd do everything to get to the bottom of it.

Thankfully, everything was clean when they got back and the sheets had been changed.

There was no blood apart from the blood on his clothes which only reminded him that he'd been running around filthy.

Once he'd made sure Jet was sound on the bed, he took a quick shower to clean everything and possibly the day off his skin.

He'd been worried for nothing, apparently he'd played the role of doctor really well and had done everything they would have done anyway.

He came out dressed to find Jet staring up at the ceiling. He was immediately by his side.

"Jet," he said with everything his voice couldn't hide.

Jet winced when he tried to move and the confusion was clear in his face.

The Master didn't know if it was because of his hands or feet but he was already putting a firm grip to still him.

He couldn't even stop himself when he leaned down suddenly and kissed Jet, pouring all of his relief into it.

"It'll hurt less if you just remain calm and try to rest," the Master said while pulling away.

And then he climbed in right next to Jet on the bed.

"I'm..." the injured man said and trailed off as he raised his hand up to inspect the bandages. "Fuck."

The way he said it...

"This has happened before," the Master realized it as he said it.

When Jet didn't answer, he confirmed that it was true. The look of self loathing on his face threatened to pull a hidden part of him to the surface.

"How often?" He asked. "How bad does it get?"

Jet turned a little to the side and breathed heavily. "It's nothing. Won't happen again."

It wasn't what he wanted to know.

"I'm not taking that for an answer. Look at me," the Master waited until Jet fully turned to him. "You were so enraged, you needed an outlet. I get that. But I still want to know."

Jet looked like he was trying to make up his mind. The Master had all the time, he could wait.

"I wanted to punch something," said Jet. It was a start.

"Then you should have found me, I can take it."

"So can the wall."

"Fucking wall, I'm afraid you have a point," the Master laughed. "But I could stop you from hurting yourself, and anyone."

"I wouldn't,"Jet snapped.

The realization seemed to hit Jet at the same time the Master tried to hide his hand.