Lover Boy

Part Two

By the time Augustus was home from work it was 9:30 PM.
"I'm home." He called out, using his key to unlock the door.
"Lucas?" He called looking around the house.
He didn't see Lucas anywhere and wondered where he could be, then he noticed the back door cracked open with a brick.
"Lu?" He spoke walking to the back door, and opening it all the way.
Augustus saw Lucas sitting on the porch step, cigarette in his mouth and several short buds smashed into the concrete, his lighter tossed aside without care.
"Hey Lu, I'm home." Augustus said sitting down next to the smoking brunette.
"Oh, hey, sorry I didn't hear you." He spoke, taking another drag.
"Did something happen? You smoke way more when your stressed."
"Got fired, can't get high, don't have a house. That's pretty stressful." He took another drag and held it in for a second before blowing it out.
Augustus frowned, he hated smoking. Lucas used to think the same but his ex of several years ago got him hooked.
"Wait, fired? You loved your job, what happened?" Augustus said.
"...... I relapsed..... couldn't kick it again, and skipped work to get drugs. Now I'm out of money and drugs so I couldn't get high if I wanted." He took another drag of his cigarette, by now it was getting to small to hold so he threw it on the concrete and put it out, then reached for another.
"Why did you relapse this time? You know you could have come to me."
"Gus- I......... I just needed a fix okay, I started fucking dreaming about getting high that's how bad I needed it." Lucas said grabbing his lighter and lighting another cigarette.
"Lu... I.,.. I can't help you recover- that's something you have to do on your own, but I can solve one of your problems, you're gonna be my roommate." Augustus smiled and patted Lucas on the back causing him to drop his cigarette.
He didn't pick it up.
"What- no! I can't, but- I can't! I'm not responsible enough to pay rent- I don't have a job!"
"Lu, I know, I'm gonna help you get a job and then when you have some money for yourself we can talk about rent."
"Where will I sleep? I can't take up your couch forever." Lucas said looking at the burnt out cigarette.
"I'll clean out the guest room, you can help, we can burn or donate all the stuff and you can call it you own." Augustus said with a smile.
"I can't ask you to do that for me, Gus."
"You didn't ask."
".... Are you sure? I've been told I'm hard to live with."
"Lucas, I'm sure. Okay? Your not putting me out, your not hurting me, I want you here. Please."
".... Okay..... but if you ever decide you want me out I'll go immediately." Lucas said grabbing his now nearly empty pack of cigarettes and lighter
"It's getting chilly, let's go in." Augustus said almost as if reading Lucas' mind.
"Okay."
Lucas got up and held the door open for Augustus, who followed behind him quickly.
The two made sure the door was shut and locked and Lucas took the brick back in and put it next to the door.
"I'm tired, I'll get to bed, you can take the bed if you want, I'm off this weekend so we can clean out the guest room." Augustus said with a smile.
"No, your taking the bed, I'm not." Lucas responded.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are!"
"I took the bed yesterday." Augustus reasoned
"It's your house."
"Baby..."
"What?" Lucas felt his face flush.
"What? I said Bubby...... uh, anyways, so I'll take the couch then, cool!" Augustus said, his face becoming a similar red color.
"... yeah, night then."
Augustus laid on the couch and pretended to sleep.
Lucas went to Augustus' room and sat down before realizing that he slept there last night too.
"Hey! Liar!" He yelled and heard a chuckle from the other room.
Lucas felt his face heat up again. The two boys fight like an old married couple..... it's adorable.
Lucas felt his dick begin to rise again, but he ignored it. His best friend, who he was beginning to have a crush on, was in the next room.
Lucas bit his lip, an action that was beginning to be a habit, and used his arm to get himself off. He rubbed against his arm until he came. He felt dirty but something about having to be quiet so he doesn't wake up Augustus was so..... hot. Maybe Lucas is kinkier than he thought. Because, damn, this was the best orgasm Lucas has had in a while.
Lucas ended up falling asleep despite the mess in his pants. That would be a problem for him later.

"Ew... I'm all sticky now. Who's idea was this." Lucas said to himself, stripping and getting in the shower, he was going as quick as he could so Augustus wouldn't see the cum stain on his sweats.
He hopped under the warm steamy water and used a rag to wash his body, once finished he stepped out and realized in his haste he didn't bring a change of clothes.
"Shit......." He whispered to himself, putting his clothes in the laundry along with whatever else was in the dirty clothes hamper.
After drying off with a towel Lucas realized he didn't have any other clothes anyways, he only had the clothes in his back, and they were in the wash. It wouldn't have been a big deal if Augustus wasn't home because he could have waited until they were clean to put them back on, but Augustus was here. He was probably awake, and probably waiting for his turn in the bathroom.
Lucas threw on a towel around his waist and tucked it in so it wouldn't fall. His chest was exposed and he wasn't the biggest fan being as how skinny years of drug abuse had made him, he wasn't like, malnourished, but his ribs show and his stomach was slightly sunken in, not crazy but just a little. When he eats his stomach usually gets all bloated and shit. His arms were skinny and flabby, of all the muscle he once had only about half of it was still there. He was, for lack of a better word, a skinny twink now.
But the thing he was nervous about letting Augustus see was his track marks. The marks left from needles in the corner of his left arm, from the days where he got so high his mind went numb and he forgot which day it was.
Lucas has only been sober for four days now but already his headache was nearly gone, and he stopped shaking on the second day. He wanted drugs, heroin specifically, that was his choice drug, it was fairly cheap but left those stupid track marks.
Those stupid marks were there to remind him how weak he was, and he didn't want Augustus to see them. Augustus had helped him get clean from self harm so he had already seen the scars but the track marks were new, the last August knew Lucas only did oxy and weed. Not heroin, especially not heroin. Lucas has always hated needles but he gets so high he doesn't care.
Lucas walked out of the bathroom, overlapping his arms over his stomach.
"Uh, 'Gustus?" He asked.
Augustus looked up from his phone and looked at Lucas. He was attractive despite his thin 'drug addict' figure. He was pale and his eye bags were big but he was still attractive in only a towel.
".... Uh- yes?" He said looking away from Lucas' body and looking him in the eyes.
"....... I uh, I don't have any clothes............." He said, his face turning a shade of pink.
"Oh, no worries. Come here, I'll find something that might fit."
Lucas followed him like a lost puppy. Augustus led him to his room and dug around in his tiny closet for something that would fit the tiny man.
"Uh, here try these shorts, I know it's cold out so.... Uh- I'll try to find some pants, I'm sorry I wear a 38 on pants, and you look like you wear a 30, if that."
Lucas grabbed the shorts and looked at them, they looked kinda big but they had a draw string.
"No this is fine, I'm not gonna leave the house aside from a smoke break a few times." He felt weird admitting he does nothing all day, but he doesn't have a job, what's he to do?
"Okay, if your sure..... here this will be big but it's better than nothing." Augustus said handing Lucas a light brown sweater, it was long sleeved like a hoodie but without pockets or a hood.
"Thanks." Lucas said and Augustus left, shutting the door.
Lucas put on the shorts, taking the towel off and drying his mop of a head, he needed a hair cut.
The shorts went down well past his knees but fit fine with the draw string, the sweater went down to his mid thigh.