Straight // Thiam

8

"Hey..." Liam whispered as I slowly blinked my eyes open.

"Hey." I turned to face him smiling.

"We really did that last night didn't we?"

"Yes... I believe we did." I said laughing and Liam smiled.

"I'm glad."

"Me too."

"God we did that with all our friends downstairs." Liam said laughing and covering his face.

"We sure did." I said pretty secure with my manhood right now.

"Why aren't you more embarrassed?"

"One: I'm Theo Raeken I don't get embarrassed." Liam scoffed.

"Two: Who gives a fuck what they think?"

"Three: I wasn't the one screaming my name." I laughed and Liam hit my with a pillow.

"Hey! It's not my fault!"

"Yea it is."

"Okay maybe it's a little bit my fault."

"Yeah these are your fault too!" He pulled the covers down and purple and red bite marks littered his stomach and thighs."

"I'm proud of them."

"Why haven't they healed?"

"Guess you don't want them too." I said moving so I was straddling Liam's waist again. It wasn't a sexual thing at this moment.

"Just like these things." I said holding up my wrists.

"What they still haven't healed?" Liam said grabbing them.

"I'm surprised you didn't see, these hands have been places."

"Yeah places I can't see just feel douche bag." Liam said laughing and I rolled my eyes.

"Your an idiot."

"Yeah yeah. Why haven't they healed?"

"I guess I don't want to." I said simply studying them. "It's sort of a reminder that I survived. I mean a lot of people don't survive that type of thing..."

"Oh my god that was your first- since the-" Liam was all of a sudden panic stricken.

"Hey, hey it's fine. I was on top, I'm fine." Liam breathed a sigh of relief.

"And plus. I loved every minute of last night." I pressed my lips to Liam's quickly.

"Me too." There was a knock at the door.

"Is it safe to come in! You guys won't start fucking I front of me?"

"Language young man!"

"Sorry mom!"

"It's safe Scott." I said rolling off Liam laughing.