My Only (Boyxboy) [OVERHAUL; ON HOLD]

Texting Despair

(A/N: I LIKE this title, tbh. It sounds so ominous and stuff.

Just so you're aware, I experimented with a few more POV changes in this chapter to see how it would end up. Lemme know what you think!)

Justin's POV

Insatiable. The only word that could describe the feeling I felt course through my now-warm veins following the exchange with Jake was insatiable.

As we hugged, a familiar feeling writhed under my skin and in my head, but it wasn't anything of fear, rejection, or disgust.

I felt worry, anxious anticipation at his pain, running a million questions through my melting neutral facade I attempted to hold up in front of him.

Why was he hurt? Why was he crying? Why did he pretend he couldn't tell me what was happening to him? Why did I have this unrelenting desire to hold him and make his problems go away?

*Do you not remember what happened at school earlier?*

I suddenly remembered the look he gave me when he trotted away from me prior to the poem's discovery. Pain; agony; angst; rejection. He was hurt.

However, even looking back at it now, I am still unable to process why he would just run away from me. We were best friends. He could tell me ANYTHING. I thought we established that already...

To make matters worse, the pajamas he was wearing only dragged my imagination around on a dog leash, through the soggy mud and dampened, grassy soil.

The shirt was tugged towards one side, revealing a much more muscular shoulder and collar bone that looked much more enticing than it should have. His hair didn't disappoint, either. A fuzzy, yet straightened, mess laid before my eyes, combining to create a sexy, yet adorable, Jake, peering at me with saddened, hooded blue puddles.

*You gotta stop doing this, man...*

Again, I snap out of my daze, and realize where I am again.

Sitting upon the front step to my house, I'm staring at Jake as he fiercely marches down the street.

*Uh, he doesn't look too happy. I don't think this'll end well...*

I remembered the actual reason I ended up sitting on the step, waiting for Jake in the first place: his text.

Looking down at my phone again, I reread the text he sent me this morning...

Jakey : Meet me in front of your house in a few minutes. We need to talk

I shuddered as Jake bounded up the street to meet me, face-to-face.

Jake's POV

Having stepped out of my house, gripping the crinkled ball of paper in one hand, my phone in the other, I sent a hesitant text to Justin, telling him to meet me before school.

Last night, even in all of its glory, was only just a part of the grand masterpiece.

*You can't even pretend yesterday, at the school, magically didn't happen.*

I shudder as I recount the countless hours I spent crying myself to the brink of exhaustion in my tear-stained bed. I was wrought with the past day's regrets under the hands of my complete stupidity.

But, with that hug being initiated BY JUSTIN, the high I felt was indescribable. I felt... safe. Cared about. Loved. I knew I was falling for him, but I didn't realize he was going to send my mind reeling every time I came within five feet of him. Scent, touch, sound... he overwhelmed all of my senses with unrelenting potency.