Bygone

Prologue

A fawn-haired boy sat sequestered on the black leathered sofa as his boyfriends -minus one- were drowning their girlfriend in the attention he hungered for.

Picking at the loose string on the oversized, lilac, woollen jumper he was wearing, a pout made its way onto his adorable face. He peeked over at the fourteen of them snuggling, a small twinge of despair pinging at his heart strings.

He curled into the satiny pillow as the golden retriever nosed his stomach, whining sadly, as if he could understand the sadness the boy was feeling. The boy gently patted the golden fur, a small rumble coming from the dog as he nestled closer.

The Disney film he had requested to be played on the TV had been neglected, causing the discomfort in his heart to suddenly increase.

They never appreciated the films he requested, apparently they were too childish but that was why he treasured them. He sniffled gently, eyes glazing over as he watched the princess hit the criminal with a frying pan.

"Blair?" His head perked up at the sound of his name. "Yes, Corey?" He asked softly, quietly. "Why don't you go to bed? You seem weary. Do you think we can have the downstairs to ourselves?" Blaire's head slowly lowered back down as he nodded gently.

Gently nudging the dog -Max- off his lap, who suddenly stretched and jumped off the sofa, he fixed the pillow on the setee and gradually made his way up the stairs, Max on his trail.

"Why does Max always follow Blair? Kota, it's not fair! Max isn't even his dog!" Their girlfriend -Sang- shrieked.

Blair dismissed them, entering into his extensive bedroom which was practically void of decoration.

He hauled the covers back, gently slipping into them and wrapping them around himself so tightly that they were practically his own cocoon. Max took that as his cue to jump up on the bed and snuggled into Blair's side.

The boy laid on his side, gaze stuck on his glass balcony doors where the blinds were open. The street lights illuminated their street so he could see each house clearly.

He huffed in disappointment as he clubg to the blonde fur of the dog in front of him, coddling his face into the softness of it.

Would it always be like this? Would he always be second best to Sang? He didn't know how much longer he could carry on doing this.

Eventually, his eyes were too heavy to keep opening. After a soft sigh, Blair shifted a few times before curling around Max and gradually started to drift off, but heard his bedroom door open.

A pair of arms wrapped around his slim waist and pulled him onto their lap. He could smell him before he could see him. The Irish spring scent was overwhelming and dizzying but he loved it.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" Blair refused to speak, instead, rubbed his cheek over the crisp dress shirt his final boyfriend was wearing.

"What is with the silent treatment?" The boy yawned, looking almost kitten-like as his eyes once again fluttered shut.

"Come on Sweetheart, tell Daddy what's wrong."