Mikey gasped as he was thrown to the ground, his head still buzzing with pain and a slight nausea. He felt dizzy and weak in his arms and legs, and struggled to hold himself up as JJ slammed the door behind him.
"You don't fucking get it, do you?" He snapped. "Either that, or you're a selfish piece of shit who cares about your wants instead of my needs! I'll make you understand this if it's the last thing I do-"
He thrusted forward and yanked Mikey up by his arm, inflicting hardly any reaction from him due to his hardly conscious state, and held him right in front of his face by his throat. Mikey strained his focus to try and figure out what was going on.
"I need you to keep me sane. You're my only distraction from this fucked up reality, and you trying to leave me is only going to make things worse, for both you and me."
"I'm... not trying to leave you... JJ. I just need space sometimes... like everyone does. I'd never leave you... I love you..."
Something was off.
It didn't seem to matter how close he was, Mikey couldn't concentrate on him. He seemed to be having a hard time concentrating on anything, let alone him, and he was having troubled balancing. If it weren't for JJ holding him up, he would've fallen over already.
"What the hell's going on with you?" JJ demanded. Frustrated that he wasn't being listened to properly, he tried to shake him to get him to focus, and it was only then that he noticed something on the side of his head - a swelling, red, forming bruise.
Exactly where he'd been hit earlier.
"I guess I'll stay in h... I think I need to... sleep. Or throw up. I think I might be sick..."
For a minute, JJ's anger dropped. He then felt a sliver of concern.
"What if this turns into a serious injury? If he's injured, then he won't be able to isolate with me, because he'll need medical attention! This could've all been avoided if he hadn't been sneaking around when I deliberately told him not to! This is his fault, not mine."
"Forget it." He managed through gritted teeth, still bubbling with frustration. "You're going to get in that bed, and you're going to stay there all day. I don't care how sick you feel, when I say I need you, I mean it - I'm done chasing you around. You're going to learn to respect me and my rules, and if you need a head injury to teach you, then I'll get that'll have to be what happens."
Mikey didn't respond. His lips kept moving, like he wanted to, but he couldn't form any words.
JJ took his weak, pathetic form and easily forced him onto the bed. In that moment, his small sliver of worry vanished, and was replaced with a satisfying realization.
"The weaker he is, the less he can resist me; the more I can control him. This might be more of a convenience than not."
-
Unable to sleep, JJ kept waiting. The dimmer hue of the room signaled it was night; it had been that way for hours now. Mikey had been sleeping on and off, and they'd hardly talked to each other throughout the day. Either it was for obvious reasons, or the more literal one - that Mikey was having a hard time speaking.
JJ felt something shift against his back. Knowing what that was, he immediately turned around and held Mikey still by wrapping his arms around his neck. He made a confused and discomforted noise in response to the abrupt touch.
"Hey there... I'm so glad you're awake. I'm sorry about earlier; you just do things that irritate me sometimes. You know that I love you, right? More than anything else in this world?"
Mikey didn't respond. More so, he physically couldn't.
JJ pulled him even closer. He breathed in his scent, whilst stroking the back of his head, and got more deeper in as he progressed.
"I know it may not seem like it at times, but you really are the love of my life. If I could get out of this nightmarish place, I would marry you... intertwine our lives, permanently. We'd be so happy together."
He turned Mikey's head towards him, to find a look of discomfort and fear. When he met JJ's eyes, his expression changed, and he nodded while forcing a smile.
"You're everything to me." JJ whispered, caressing Mikey's face with both of his hands. Then, he secured his body down with his own, and passionately smashed his lips against his. Mikey let out a whine and tried to wriggle away, but JJ firmly held him down as he progressively became more disproportionate and messy with his kissing. He was so desperate in his movements, as if he wanted to completely consume him, but this was the most he could do. He heard Mikey making pained noises occasionally as he sometimes brushed over his swelling, forming bruise, but he could care less about that.
He moaned as he progressed even further, grinding his body against Mikey's to try and have him as close as possible. But before he could escalate the situation as far as it could go, he felt Mikey deliberately trying to push him off. JJ stopped kissing him then, breathing with exhaustion.
"I don't like this," Mikey finally said, after his lips had been pursing to form the words. "Please stop."
"Why not? Don't you love me?"
"I'm uncomfortable. You hurt me earlier, and I... don't want to... be around you right now."
"..."
"Please don't be mad. It... scares me when you're mad."
More silence. Eventually, JJ decided to drop it, brushing off Mikey's direct disapproval as a side effect of his head injury.
"Just get some rest." He whispered, giving him one last kiss on the cheek. Mikey's face twinged with discomfort. "And sleep well. I love you."
Mikey didn't say it back.
Once again brushing it off, JJ layed on the opposite side of the bed and pretended to fall asleep. In reality, he was waiting for Mikey to.
"I'm feeling hungry; I can't wait to get to work tonight."
Once he heard Mikey lightly snoozing, he sprang out of bed and scrambled towards the door, only then making sure to keep quiet as he opened it.
He didn't know why, but he was feeling extra eager tonight.
