Good Boy In Training

Why

"I-it hurts please be more gentle" Toby whimpered at the other boys touch.

"I'm sorry Tobias.. please just bare a little longer."

Brooks dragged the wash cloth over the boys chest trying to remove the dried blood.

He flinched when he felt the boy beneath him grab his hand.

"Tell me Brooks, why is your hand all cut."

"Your the one who's body is beaten and cut but your asking me what happened?"

Toby dropped the others hand and grew silent.

"..sorry I just. I'm not super proud of the reasoning thats all."

Toby didn't say anything.

"I.. I beat up those guys that hurt you.. a girl found me at the party and told me what was happening to you. She said you said I was gay and that a few of my so called friends went after you for it. I went looking for you and found out that they had dragged you down the back ally. I found you as they were cutting into your leg. I don't know what took over me but I just.. I don't know why I-"

"Brooks it's okay. I don't want that to be something that keeps you up a night. Shit happens alright? But I'm sorry for saying that stuff about you. I just-"

"Why'd you say it? I'm not mad I-"

"I don't really know why. This girl wanted to know where you were.. she probably just liked you but I.. I don't know I think I just didn't want her to get in the way of us I guess."

Brooks was taken aback by what the other had said. He didn't really know what to think. He didn't want to overthink it to much.

-

"These might not fit you but the bottoms are adjustable." Toby said handing Brooks a pair sweatpants and a shirt that was way to big for Toby.

Brooks removed his shirt that was stained with Toby's blood. Hell have to bring that to a laundry mat so his parents won't see.

Toby stared at the larger boy changing. From Toby's perspective Brooks looked like a Greek sculpture.

His broad shoulders, toned muscles, the way his shirt fit him a bit to tight hugging his chest and-

"Whatcha thinking about?" Brooks ask as he plopped onto Tobys bed.

"Hm? ah nothing.. your going to sleep in my bed?"

"Oh is that a problem I can mov-"

"No it's okay."

-

Toby had never felt so relaxed and nervous at the same time.

Brooks soft snore and his warm body felt nice but Toby couldn't stop reminding himself that there was a boy in his bed.