Colors Of Fate

28

Dallas followed Caleb into his apartment. He expected the man to live in a run-down apartment, that was falling apart with shady people hanging around but... It's. A nice little complex. Caleb had to type in a code to enter. Huh, he guessed that's one of the many perks of being Sebastian's right-hand man, he's been to Sebastian's place. It's huge, a little too big for just Sebastian and his two siblings. Dallas walked inside and he was surprised to see it so... Clean and organized. "Huh."

"What?" Caleb asked as he went over to a room.

"It's clean," Dallas says as he looks around.

"So?" Caleb said from the hall.

"I didn't expect you to be... Clean." Dallas said.

"I'm not a fucking animal," Caleb said walking into his room.

Dallas shrugs. "You act like one." Dallas walks around the room, it's simple, Caleb had a flat-screen TV screw into the wall, a large couch, coffee table, he looks into the kitchen plain and simple. Huh, at least he's clean. Dallas walks down the hall, he walks into the only open room. He sees Caleb standing there shirtless. He changed out of his pants, now he's wearing sweats. Dallas leans against the doorframe. Staring at the scars on Caleb's back and a couple of tattoos he has.

"I guess I see why my back aches now," Dallas says.

Caleb glances at Dallas. "You can feel the scars?"

"Yeah, and the sore joints," Dallas answered walking into the room, he looked around, it was a clean room too, very organized as well, he noticed the box of condoms and a bottle of lube on the table. He rolled his eyes.

Caleb notices Dallas's eyes and glances at his nightstand he chuckles. "Want me to bring those?" He teased.

Dallas's eyes narrowed. "Oh, are you a faggot now?" He mocked.

Caleb glares. "Watch it."

Dallas crossed his arms. "Why? Isn't that what you call me all the time?"

"Doesn't matter," Caleb said grabbing a shirt and putting it on.

"Sure," Dallas said rolling his eyes.

"See, right there," Caleb said glaring. "That little sass you do... The way you're standing. Fucking gay."

Dallas raises a brow. "Wouldn't that make you gay now?"

Caleb glares. "Don't."

"Don't what?" Dallas asked. He doesn't know what's gotten over him, he just felt like starting shit with Caleb.

"Don't fucking start with me," Caleb said walking over towards Dallas.

"Or what?" Dallas said. "Gonna hit me?"

"I might," Caleb warned. "Shut up." He said as he turned and zipped up his bag.

Dallas wanted to say something, to piss him off, but he doesn't want to, he's tired and doesn't feel like arguing at the moment.

Nix and Cash were gone when Dallas got back, he didn't care he went straight to his room, he told Caleb he could sleep in the extra room he had, there was a mattress in there. They didn't talk much, Dallas told Caleb he was free to do anything in the kitchen and could watch TV or whatever. Dallas couldn't sleep though. He kept tossing and turning, wasn't this supposed to help? He felt more restless than ever. Dallas growled into his pillow. Nix told him he and Cash slept in the same bed because they couldn't be in separate rooms...

Is this what this is?  He does have the urge to go into the living room, to be next to Caleb... He doesn't want to, fuck he doesn't want to cling to the guy. Especially not him.