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Myron x Morris // Help Part 3

SLIGHT NSFW JUST A TINCY BIT. Myron is 18 and Morris is 19 x

Morris made his way up to his room, letter in hand. He hid it behind his back before entering, "Myron, love, why don't you go take a shower now so we can have an early night?"
Myron nodded, "Sure, are you tired?"
Morris sighed and smiled, "More than you can imagine."
Myron laughed, "Alright, I'll be quick then." He gave Morris a kiss before sneaking off to the bathroom. Morris sat on the bed and opened the letter,

Hello Morris,

I'm Luke, Myrons oldest brother. We are so happy you wrote to us and I do understand Myron wouldn't have wrote to us himself. I'm heartbroken to hear he's living on the street. He's free to come stay with us, we have a spare room, it used to be his before he left. I also want to thank you for helping him, I know he isn't easy to manage and you're a great friend for writing to us...

Morris sighed of relief, he found Myron somewhere to live and he won't have to worry about him sleeping on the street. Morris knew Myrons brothers actually lived in Manhattan so it would be possible for Myron to keep working with him, also it's less of a distance from when he was living in Brooklyn. Myron came back a few minutes later, "You're turn." He smiled. Morris smiled back, "In a sec, Myron, I need to tell you something."
Myron paused, "Oh," he sat down beside his boyfriend, "Everything OK?"
Morris just sighed and handed Myron the letter. Myron hesitantly took it, and read it. He bit his bottom lip, and looked away for a second. Morris could tell he was upset, but gave him some time before speaking. Myrons mind was racing, he took a deep breath and looked back at Morris, "I told you not to talk to them."
"Myron, what else could I do?"
"You don't understand, these people abandoned me," Myron stood up and started pacing, "just like the brooklyn boys abandoned me..." He paused and looked at Morris with pain in his eyes, "like how you're abandoning me..."
Morris stood up, "No, Myron it's not like that." He tried to hug him but Myron avoided and contact with him, "No, you spoke to them because you don't want me here anymore."
"I do, sweetheart, but it's so risky and they live in manhattan we can still see eachover while you're living with them."
"I don't want to live with them, I want to live with you," Myron sobbed, he sat himself down on the floor, clearly feeling helpless and scared. Morris quietly sat down with him, and he let themselves sit in silence before Myron could articulate more how he was feeling. "I know... I can't stay here forever..." Myron continued, "But Mihail and Luke hate me... and I feel so much better when I'm around you."
Morris nodded and reached out his hand, Myron took it and watched as Morris kissed his hand, "I promise you, you're loved, and safe, and I'll always be around..."
Myron desperately pleaded, "Please let me stay..."
"If I could I would, I'm not doing this to get rid of you, Myron, I promise."
Myron took a deep breath, "Ok."
"Yeh?"
"Yeh."

The next morning, Morris found himself holding Myron tightly when he woke up. He sighed remembering last night, how scared and heartbroken Myron was. He's never seen him so vulnerable, he was expecting anger and a fight, but not tears and pleading. He held him closer, "Myron, my love, we need to started heading over to your brothers."
Myron nodded, "Fine."
Morris sat up, hoping for a morning kiss but Myron just out of bed, and started getting ready. Morris knew not to worry and that Myron was just nervous, but he couldn't help but feel bad. "You want some breakfast?" Morris asked, getting up.
"No thank you."
Morris thought for a second, "Myron, you haven't eaten a thing since you've been here."
"I'm just not hungry," Myron finished getting ready, "Where are your cigarettes?"
Morris got his pack from his pocket and handed them to him.
"Thanks." Myron slipped onto a fire escape for a quick smoke. Morris understood and started getting ready. Minutes later, Morris asked Myron from the window, "You ready to go?"
Myron took one last inhale and nodded before they headed off.

They made their way to the apartment, Myron staring down the entire time, and Morris hold the his hand and squeezing it whenever he felt like reminding Myron he's right beside him. Arriving, Morris looked at Myron who took a deep breath before looking back and nodding. Morris smiled and let go of his hand before knocking on the door. It took a few seconds before, a boy opened the door and Morris eyes widened. He looked EXACTLY like Myron, he was almost too much in shock to say anything so Myron just said, "Hey, Ilias..."
Ilias just pitifully smiled and let them in. Myron sighed and just walked inside, Morris following. The apartment was actually quite nice and looked comfortable. Ilias left them to get Luke and Mihail, who Myron wasn't keen to see. While Morris asked, "Is he your twin?"
Myron sighed, "Irish twin, we were born seperate days but same year. I don't know why we look so similar."
"The resemblance is uncanny." Morris laughed a little, but then looked at Myron who looked really scared, so he decided to lightning the mood by saying, "You're much more handsome though."
That made Myron snap out of his anxiety and laugh alittle, "Thank you." Morris smiled at him when Luke walked in. Luke didn't look as much like Myron, but he had a kind smile on his face, nit a pitiful one like Ilias gave, but a warm one, "Hey, Myron, it's been a while."
Myron frowned, "Yeah, I wonder why that is."
Luke sighed, "That's all behind us, I promise, you were always welcome here... you remember where you room is? I set up your bed last night."
Myron nodded, not wanting to say anything. Morris, sensing the awkwardness, chimed in, "I'm Morris, you must be Luke."
Luke look at him, "Ah yes, thank you so much for writing, I was actually so happy to at least hear some news about my baby brother, though I'm sorry about everything you've been through, Myron."
"It's whatever," Myron sighed, "Is Mihail not here?"
"Yeh, he's just cleaning up the kitchen. Mihail, Vges edó kai pes geia ston aderfó sou!" Luke called out. But Myron didn't want to see him, "No I'm fine-"
But too late, Mihail leaves the kitchen, Mihail looks nothing like Myron, or Luke or Ilias, from what Morris gathered Luke is the oldest and Mihail follows before Myron then Ilias. Myron hates Mihail. Though Morris never knew why. Or why Myron got kicked out in the first place. Luke introduced Mihail to Morris, "This is Morris, he's the one who sent me the letter."
"Great," Mihail shook his hand, "Thank you for putting up with him."
Myron kept quiet, so Morris did as well, just gave a polite smile.
Luke knew it was time for an uncomfortable conversation, "Ilias, go to your room, please." Ilias groaned, "Why-"
"Now." Mihail said sternly, so Ilias quickly left. Once he was gone, Luke sweetly said, "I'm so happy to see you again, Myron-"
"I'm not staying." Myron sharply said. Morris quickly looked at him, "Myron-"
"I'm not Morris." Myron doubled now.
"Oh yeah?" Mihail raised an eyebrow, "then where will you go?"
"I-" Myron stuttered and looked at Morris for help, praying Morris would just let him come home with him. But Morris couldn't.
Luke sighed, "Myron, if you've got nowhere to go you're free to stay here."
Myron shook his head, and turned to Morris, "Please, I want to stay with you..."
Luke eyes widened as he understood, Morris wasn't actually Myrons friend, "Well," Luke looked at Morris, "You're always welcome to stay."
Morris was confused, "Stay?"
"Live here, I mean. It's not a problem, it will be a nice cut on rent." Luke looked at Mihail who nodded in agreement.
Morris looked at Myron, wondering if this is what he wanted to. Morris just thought, having his Myron all to himself, all day and all night, no need to sneak around, no more having to sneak Myron out the window, plus he can make sure Myron gets the help he needs and takes care of himself, because that's all Morris cares about, his boyfriend. He smiled and asked Myron, "Would you like that?"
Myron looked at his boyfriend, wondering if it was worth having to live with the very people who caused him such trouble all these years, and was it better than living on the street. He thought before answering with a nod.
Morris smiled, "Then, yeah, thank you."

Myron excitedly grinned and took Morris' hand and quickly took him to his bedroom, completely ignoring Luke and Mihail. Myrons room was bigger than Morris', and had a double bed and a wardrobe. The window covered a whole wall and out was a nice view of the shops of manhattan. But Myron didn't have time to look at the view as Morris took him by the waist and kissed him slowly and deeply. Myron didn't have time to react but he didn't mind as he quickly wrapped his arms around his boyfriends neck, when they pull away, Morris kisses Myrons neck. Myron smiled, "Is this what you imagined, us living together?"
Morris pulled away and pushed Myron onto the bed, "Yes, only better because I won't have to wait. We'll have our own place some day but this is a start." He straddled his boyfriends lap and started unbuttoning his own shirt. Myron grinned and laughed at his boyfriends intentions, "Morris, its still morning, the sun is staring at us." Morris sighed and got up off him and closed the curtains, "What sun?" And got back to his plans on truly making Myron feel loved.