He Changed Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirteen

Yay for my mom who’s a nurse and helped me figuring out the medical stuff for this chapter so it makes sense now and will make sense in the future.

Travis’ Point of View

            Writing an essay doesn’t bother me much. In fact, I have no problem writing an essay. What I hate is fucking research papers. Research papers don’t allow me to just read a chapter or a paragraph and write, no, I have to go to the library to rent books or go to the schools database to read a shitload of articles. I asked Seth to write it for me and in exchanged I’d do his calculus homework. He laughed at me.

            I’m glad I had asked him to go to the mall with me. He hated shopping but he loosened up and had fun. I had no ulterior motive for buying him all that stuff; I really wanted him to have it. The last thing I expected was for my offer to backfire. I’ve never spent so much money on anyone else in my entire life. I’ve bought people expensive gifts and I had a conscious awareness in the back of my head about cost and everything. But with Seth, it’s like I couldn’t stop spending and the happier he got with the more shopping we did the more I wanted to spend.

            I’ve kind of dismissed Seth jerking off and moaning my name. If I think about it as what I know it was it will affect my actions. I need the little space I have left in my head clear of all things Seth and sexual. I had enough prior to hearing that. The funny thing about this while thing is that Seth can jerk off to me one night and the next day he doesn’t even get that I’m teasing him about the very action. He went from bad to innocent.

            I’m doing so many things at once. Watching The King’s Speech, doing my research paper, and thinking about Seth. Sighing, I closed the recliner, place my laptop on the couch and made my way to the kitchen. Seth made pasta (Yummy, yummy!) before he left for work two hours ago. He’s not supposed to be back for another four hours so imagine my shock when I heard keys jingling in the silence of the house.

            Stepping into the hallway that revealed the door, I waited like a crazy person. It could be a serial killer for all I know, oh well. Seth entered and shut the door behind him and walked right pass me.

            “Hello to you too,” I said.

            “Hey, sorry, I didn’t see you.” The hell? I’m standing in the way how could you not see me. Then I heard him sniffle. “What’s wrong? Why are you home so early?”  

            “Nothing. I just need some time alone, please,” he pleaded and fanned me off, walking to the direction of his room. His face wasn’t visible to me but from the shaking in his voice he was crying.

            Even though I wanted to give him what he asked for, every fiber of my being wanted to go after him and who am I to disagree. I walked to his room and I heard sobbing. I banged on the door and begged him to open it but he wouldn’t listen and he just kept crying. The more I begged the harder he cried and I had no choice but to walk away.

            I was so fucking frustrated. He came home early from work and he won’t stop crying. Shit. I’m so close to pulling my fucking hair out. There’s nothing I can think of that would do this to him. He’s always happy about work and him and his coworkers get along just fine, I’ve witnessed it. Shit.

            I paced outside his door, not knowing what to do. My lips felt sore from my nibbling on them so hard to prevent myself from saying anything. I slumped to the floor with my arms crossed on top of my knees and my forehead resting on top of them.