Fallacy Error

7.

Casey was woken from his nice slumber when a phone rang. Realizing it was his, he sat up and grabbed it, answering when Reed's name showed on the screen.

"Yeah?" He rubbed at his eyes as he yawned.

"Um... you wanna walk to the stairs?" Reed's voice was a little quiet.

"I guess. I'll be down in a moment." Still hazy, Casey scrambled off the bed and slipped on his shoes. Yawning once more and rubbing his eyes and opened the door and walked down the plain hallway.

It wasn't long before he was at the top of the steps, and as soon as his eyes landed on Reed, he raced down in panic.

"What the hell happened?" He asked as he lifted Reed's arm over his shoulder, looping his own around his waist.

"Not sure yet. I think it's sprained though. Fuck, it hurts," Reed grumbled. The redhead leaned against Casey's form quite a bit as they limped and stumbled up the stairs. His ankle was bandaged, obviously wrapped by himself, while an icy-hot was on the back of his thigh.

"Okay, okay... lean on me more. I got you," Casey mumbled as he focused on getting them both back to the dorm.

Which took longer than expected. Casey sat the injured boy onto the bed and began to strip him of his sweaty clothes. "You wanna shower?"

"No. Just want pain relief and sleep." He groaned. "I think I pulled my hamstring too. Up in the cabinet in the far corner should be some pain relief. Get me some, please?" Without saying anything else, he plopped back into the bed and used his arms to pull himself a pillow. He was in his boxers, trying to bear the pain in his foot.

"Here," Casey said as he came back. "Brought some water, too." He watched as the green-eyed male painfully sat back up again.

"Thanks," He mumbled. "Can you stay the night?" He asked before he took the drug.

"Yeah, of course. Can I take a look at your foot? I worked with the-"

"Yeah, yeah. You worked with the physical trainer in high school. No need to brag," Reed laughed slightly.

Casey sat down on the bed, bringing the bandaged foot onto his lap. Ever so slowly, he unwrapped the full thing and gasped as his eyes landed on the injury.

"Fucking Christ, Reed. You need to see a doctor. This isn't good at all." He inspected it cautiously.

Reed let out a huff and puff. "I'm not going to see a doctor. It's just a sprain, I'll be fine."

"Yeah right. I'm taking you to the emergency room tomorrow when we wake up. You don't have a choice." Casey grumbled. He wrapped it once again, but looser.

Reed moaned in annoyance and laid back down. "Come lay down with me. Distract me from the pain."

"Reed, come on. This is serious." Despite his words, he crawled up and laid down, pulled Reed to his chest. He ignored the slightly sweaty smell, knowing full well a shower was out of the question right now.

"I know... I just don't like hospitals." He grumbled. "So stop talking about it. Let me sleep for a while." His words died down to a whisper and he licked his chapped lips before nuzzling Casey's chest.

"Okay, sorry. Get some sleep," He murmured and kissed his head. He lifted one of his hands and massaged Reed's back and scalp, hoping it distracted him some. It must have, since before he knew soft snores filled the room.

Casey looked down at the sleeping boy on his chest.

What would happen if I held hands with him in public? What if I kissed him? Or even a slight touch. People can't honestly care I like guys...

Casey scoffed to himself. He grew up in a homophobic school. People hated gays for no reason.

Looking back down at the red locks, he ran his fingers through them.

"You make me completely insane." He whispered.

Throughout the night he was woke by the smallest of noises or movements from Reed. He was worried. He did everything he was asked to do, up in seconds. In the middle of the night, however, Reed whined and shuffled his body closer to Casey's and swung his thick thigh over his.

"Massage my leg, please. It aches." He whispered.

Casey immediately reached his hand down and caressed the hard muscles.

"Higher," Reed whispered.

Casey went higher.

"Higher." He mumbled once again.

Casey went higher. Again.

"Noo," Reed pouted, grabbing Casey's hand and putting just below his ass. "Massage there. My hamstring, I think I pulled it."

"Okay, okay. Go back to sleep." He whispered, kissing his forehead. He preferred Reed sleeping, so he couldn't feel or think about the pain he was in.

"Hold me tight," Reed whispered.

"I won't let go."