I'm so sorry it took so long! It seems like I can only ever publish when I'm sick. Anywhores, the next chappy shouldn't take too long!
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This damn bed would for sure give him bedsores soon. It would have been a nice bed, well it WAS a nice bed, but spending close to 24 hours a day in the damn thing made it feel like the Iron Thrown. Dahvie wiggled his butt down in the sheets, trying to find a comfortable spot to rest in. Mission impossible it seem-oh, yup that was definitely a bedsore. Jesus Christ on a stick. Feeling sick of staying in the same spot for hours, he tried sitting op. Tried. A loud groan escaped his lips as his sore-as-fuck ass grounded harder into the cruel sheets. He flopped hard back down on the bed and groaned even louder in frustrations.
"Do I need to get you tissues now, or would you prefer I get them when you're done? Oh, by the way, there is lube in the drawer next to you." The smart ass had to move out of the way fast before a pillow would collide with his pretty face. "Jeez, don't be a douche."
Dahvie huffed out something indefinable and flipped the older guy the bird.
"Do I even wanna know why you keep lube so close to your bed?" "... Because I happen to be a sexually active gay guy? Jesus dude, why do you think?" He sent his remark off parried with an arched brow.Dahvie's face heated up by the mention of anal intercourse.
"Remind me never to ask you again." "Will do. Now, lunch. Can you like, sit up?" Jayy had somewhat of a worried expression stuck on his face as he approached the other teen lying on the bed.
"Um, eh... No? I mean I tried, but you know... It's still...like...sore..." Dahvie adverted his eyes down to his hands, tearing at the covers. He felt heat rush to his face yet again and felt for nothing more than just bury his face in the soft pillow. The tension seemed to thicken at the mention of the attack a few days back. Both teens felt the awkwardness creeping in on them.
"Um... Well, unless you feel like eating while lying down on my bed... I don't think there is much I can do..."
Dahvie bit his lip in worry; it appeared he would have to endorse the pain in his ass if he wanted to eat. And Dahvie was rather hungry. He began to push himself op with a agonizing hiss. Bending a bit forward the colorful teen felt surprised - to say the least- to feel too hands behind him. Jayy's hands pulled the pillow op from the bed and propped it against the wall, forming it into an object of comfort for the younger teen. Dahvie sat back and winched at the pain in his backside.
Jayy looked at Dahvie with a slight concern in his eyes. He felt so bad for the poor kid, yet he had no clue on what he should do to ease the younger boy of his pain. He watched by silent as Dahvie made himself as comfortable as he possible could in his horrible condition. Sitting up, and thereby putting his weight on his bruised backside, made his butt ache like hell. Dahvie tried to keep the his whimpers in; he didn't want to appear weak in front of his former bully! But Jayy could read his pain, which was more than evident on his face. Placing the tray in the younger's lap Jayy chose to avoid mentioning the younger's pain. He felt that Dahvie would not appreciate the concern Jayy had to offer. Not that he had anything to offer, really.
The tray that Jayy placed in Dahvie's lap was truly beautiful. It was black with crimson colored roses laced up and down the sides of the tray. On the button of the tray was a huge rose painted, still in the same bloody red color. The simple beauty of the tray mesmerized Dahvie. Yet, the food on said tray could not compare. The bare sight of the feast made the younger teen's mouth water with delight. On the tray was what would most defiantly be the most delicious lunch Dahvie had ever had. (Not that he would ever mention that to his beloved mom. No way.) The beautiful tray was filled with plates and bowls. A bowl of salad with fresh lettuce and sliced tomatoes, and some toast and a plate with steaming sausages and potatoes filled the air with a heavenly smell. Looking back up at Jayy with huge eyes, Dahvie was met with a smirk only Jayy could provide. A confused look overtook his face, witch only made the older teen smile wither and nod towards the meat on the tray.
"What can I say, I'm a meat loving guy"
This time he never saw the pillow coming.
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Days after found Dahvie was placed in the same godforsaken (yet soft, very soft) bed. Bedridden. Bored to dead. Jayy continued to sleep on a thin madras on the cold hard floor. Dahvie wanted to get up, wanted to get out of the four walls, before they would close in on him. And he tried to convince Jayy to let him out, tried to enlighten him on how he felt laying in a bed all day, looking at the same posters, the same people, the same four fucking walls. Jayy had been confused to begin with; how could a victim of such cruelties wanting to get up, and get out? Weren't he at all scared? What was Jayy to do?
So Jayy had reminded the younger teen of the incident with his mother, the screaming, the tears, Jayy had asked him if he felt no fear of going out? What Dahvie had understood, he really had. Of cause he had understood Jayy's argumentations, it was in no sense normal for a victim of such a notorious crime, to want to go out. To possible meet his attackers, or others whom might wanted to violate him in the same way. But all that never occurred to Dahvie. All the young man could comprehend at the moment was his bedsores, and his boredom. Sure, Jayy spent as mush time as he could in the room with him, but there was only so much two former enemies could talk about. He would go crazy, he was sure.
It was with these thoughts in mind Dahvie convinced Jayy to take him out come Monday after Jayy had returned from the hellpit - also known as the Shutcalls kingdom.
