Love in Hell

A guy that can do both

Author Note: So one of my stories got taken down for some reason, I still haven't figure out why but I think it might be because I mentioned smut. If that was the case, then this story might not last long since it will have plenty of smut. I'm still new to Wattpad so I don't understand it but hopefully I get the hang of it before any other story gets taken out. If the reason was the smut than both my current stories will eventually get taken down but if this story is taken down I have also started posting in on AO3 (just in case). 

Please comment and let me know if I'm getting it right, not the events but the interaction and their personalities.

Besides that, enjoy 😏 (Smut is still not happening...at least for TharnType 😉) 

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Tharn might be a scumbag but to his credit he was just a pretend scumbag not a real one. The morning after Type's impromptu party, Tharn woke up to Type still asleep but the woman by his side was awake. She didn't have a hair out of place so Tharn wondered if she really slept but he waved the thought away, 'not my business' and locked himself in the bathroom. He was still hurt and felt almost raw from all the verbal blows that he had taken last night.

When he came out the woman was gone but again he couldn't make himself care. He went over his routine, getting dressed and ready to head to class when he noticed that Type was waking up. This was where the pretend scumbag came in. He got the desire to mess with the homophobic man so that he would learn to accept and respect others. Tharn smirked as he walked over to sit on Type's bed, he sat at the end hoping it was enough to fool Type. He didn't want to get closer because he was a pretend scumbag not a real one.

As Type began to move around and groan, Tharn stretched his arms and yawned as if he had just gotten up the same bed. He felt the moment Type saw him and froze, he could feel the man's gaze, Tharn almost broke into laughter. "Oh," Tharn pretended to just notice a wide-eyed and shocked Type staring at him. "You're awake, I thought you'd be out longer considering..." He felt bad as he saw the man's breathing increase.

'Should I stop it here?' Tharn wondered but then he remembered Techno's comment about Type getting rape for getting drunk with Tharn present. 'No, fuck them! They deserve it.'

"What's with the shocked face, babe?"

"Me... You... On bed... And you're naked...?" Type stuttered, unsure of what to say but at the same time wanting to say too much.

"Last night, you and I..." Tharn lean in, he did not expect Type to practically leap off the bed and fall on his ass.

"I don't believe it!" The man on the floor exclaimed and Tharn finally broke, he couldn't stop his laughter. "Tharn, you bastard! Asshole! Son of a bitch!"

Type tried to cover his already covered body like a blushing virgin. Then Tharn noticed the glossiness to Type's eyes as he pulled the sheet from his bed and covered himself with it. 'Maybe I did take it too far,' he didn't expect the man to actually panic or even believe it since the signs made it obvious that nothing happened. "Type, Type," Tharn shook his head in disappointment. "So you're a 'hit it and quit it' kind of guy?" Tharn pouted, pretending to be heartbroken.

When Type removed the blanket and sat up, Tharn was shocked that the man looked as if he was about to cry. It wasn't just a gay panic or homophobic disgust, Type genuinely looked as if Tharn had kicked his puppy and then given it chocolate. "Are you crying?" He asked softly, ready to take it all back but Type was just too stubborn and proud.

"I'm not!"

Then everything went downhill as Type practically accused Tharn of taking advantage of him while drunk. He implied that Tharn got Type drunk then jumped in bed with him which for Tharn, only brought up Techno's comment from last night. It was only the fact that Type was practically shaking like a chihuahua that kept Tharn from losing it. "How does your body feel?" he asked instead. Type looked himself over, noticing that he was still in his clothes from last night. "That's my answer," Tharn said with a dejected glare before putting on his shirt and grabbing his bag.