Plan shifted his gaze from his book up to the man that sat in a black leather chair behind a wooden desk. "How much longer do I have to come over here? Is Mr.Rabong not feeling better?"
Mean looked up. "Are you tired of me?"
"No..."
"Then why ask about Gun?"
Plan closed the book. "I don't want to be here anymore..."
Mean leaned back. "Is that so? ... Does that mean you don't mind me calling your dad and telling him some things about his son?"
Plan froze. He forgot about that. He didn't want his dad to think less of him or to start hating him and stop seeing him as his son. It was one of the many things he was afraid of. Plan kept quiet which told Mean that he still had power over the younger.
After a while of Plan thinking, he decided to ask Mean a question. "What is it?" Mean stopped looking at his laptop to look at the cute eyes. "Does your family know"
"Know what?"
Plan moved uncomfortably in his seat. "Do your parents know that you gay?"
The room went silent. Only the slow soft breathing rhythms of the meals could be heard. Mean pulled a smile, filling the space with his cold-toned voice. "My parents are dead."
The expression that Plan pulled was priceless. Mean held back a giggle or two. "Am sorry to hear that..."
Mean waved it off. "Don't be. They were just a shit stain in my life... When they died, it was only then that I felt alive... Clean for the first time."
Plan swallowed a lump down his throat.Something about the way he said his words sent a chill down Plan's back. He wished he could behave the way he wanted with out disappointing his father but he hadn't found a way to do such.
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When Gun opened his eyes his body was feeling a lot better. The headache was gone and he didn't have a fever anymore but the pain in his ass was still alive just not as much as before. He found himself in bed in a different set of clothing that he didn't put himself in. He turned to look for his phone but found an anti-inflammation cream on the bed stand. He picked up the tube and remembered that, unlike the pills, the cream was to be applied to the swollen and irritated area.
Gun dropped the tube down as he began remembering what happened. With a sigh, he got out of bed and opened the door. What he didn't expect to find was a clean living room. The last time he saw it, there was clothing and plastic bags everywhere. The sound of running water caught Gun's attention. He walked into the kitchen and found Mark busy with something by the sink.
"I told you not to come back here..." Gun began with his cold words.
"How rude of you not to greet me after waking up..." Mark spoke with a playful tone. He continued with his task disregarding the older and his words. After wiping his hands clean he placed the bowl of food in Gun's eyesight. "Are you hungry? Have something to eat before taking these pills..."
Only then did Gun realize that he was starving. He looked down to the bowl and immediately smelt the seasoning. His hand unconsciously made its way onto his stomach. Mark pulled a smile. "The longer you wait, the colder the food gets." He picked the blow-up and extended his arm to offer the dish to Gun. After only a few seconds of looking at it did he decide to take it from the child. He moved to sit on the wooden stool near the kitchen table but as soon as his ass touched the stool he felt a sharp pain. Mark noticed and moved to get a cushion from the living room. "I almost forgot... you're not fully healed yet..."
Gun took the cushion with a frown. "Thank you but... I have to ask you to leave now." He sat slowly not wanting to inflict any more pain upon himself. He took a mouth full of the food trying to ignore the body that stood in front of him. He had a lot of thoughts going through his head but he was too tired to face any of them. "Are you going to thank me for making you feel better?"
Gun stopped eating. "Thank you for what? Invading my home without permission?"
Mark professed to scoff at Gun's words. "You were half dead when I found you... Can you at least acknowledge what I did?"
Gun placed the spoon down. "Yaa! This is your fault. If you just... left me alone, none of this would have happened."
"Am sorry? I think I heard you wrong. You think this is on me?" Mark moved closer. "Should I remind you of the foul words that escaped your mouth that night? You begged for me..."
"Shut up!" Gun roughly stood up. The pain hit him and he kept a straight face to not show the pain. "GET - OUT - MARK..."
Mark watched the man for a few seconds before grabbing his jacket then leaving swiftly. His anger was growing and he was afraid of what he could do to the other male. "Ungreatful piss of ass..."
Gun stood still until he knew for sure that the younger male had left. He sat down again slowly feeling terable about everything that had happened in the last week.
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