Colors Of Fate

35

Dallas lay his head on the toilet seat, sweat dripping down from his forehead, he took a deep breath. He did not think he would get sick so quickly... It felt like the moment he stepped his foot on the damn ship, his entire body went against him; everything happened so fast, and now he's in the bathroom throwing up. He should have listened to Candace and brought that medication with him; they probably would help right now. He needs to get his shit together; Sebastian needs him tonight; he can't just flake on him just because he's feeling nauseous.

Dallas heard the door opening; he rubbed the sweat off his face and forced himself to sit up properly, but he could feel himself becoming sick again.

"Here," Caleb said as he kneeled beside Dallas, he handed him a pill and a bottle of water.

Dallas looked at the pill and raised a brow. "What is it?"

"It'll help with your motion sickness... Sebastian gave it to me." Caleb says.

Dallas sighed in relief; thank God, of course, Sebastian brought the medicine he needed... He takes the pill and swallows it; he grabs the water bottle and takes a drink. Dallas sat the bottle down; he glanced up at Caleb, who was staring. "What?"

"Sebastian seems to know so much about you," Caleb says with an unreadable expression on his face.

"What do you mean?" Dallas asked as he leaned against the wall; he laid out his long legs in front of him.

"He knew what medication to bring. Knew you'd get sick... You didn't tell me you get seasick this bad." Caleb says with narrowed eyes.

"It's not my first time on the sea with Sebastian; he'd seen me get seasick before," Dallas says. "I did tell you a get sick."

"You said a little sick." Caleb corrected. "That wasn't a little."

"Why does it matter?" Dallas asked rolling his eyes. "Why the fuck do you care?"

"I'm just annoyed that my boss seems to baby you," Caleb says.

"Baby me? He doesn't fucking baby me, man; he just had the medication I needed. That's not fucking babying dumbass." Dallas sighed as he stood up, making his way out of the bathroom.

Caleb rolled his eyes. "Dallas, you get away with fucking everything with him, you talk back, and he doesn't even bat a fucking eye; I can breathe the wrong way around him, and I'm getting a fucking death glare." Caleb sighs, he followed Dallas out of the bathroom. "When he walked in on us, he drowned me in paperwork on pointless missions; I was stuck helping that crazy ass old man downstairs! What did you get Dallas? Huh? What was your punishment?" He stared at Dallas. "A fucking scowl that's what you got... And here you are getting the day off tonight because your little stomach hurts! What's the fucking deal Dallas? This isn't just because he has some weird ass crush on you." Caleb glared. "Something happened between the two of you."

Dallas sighed heavily. He sat on the bed and stared at his shoes. "Would you fuck off? Nothing happened."

"That's bullshit," Caleb says crossing his arms over his chest. "What? Sucked him off? Let him touch you? What the fuck happened?"

Dallas lay back on the bed and covered his face. "Fucking Christ Caleb... I don't feel good to have this stupid-ass conversation with you."

Caleb narrowed his eyes; he knew there was more to it... He never cared before but it's bothering him now. He can't get the image of Dallas and Sebastian out of his mind... It's driving him mad. 

Caleb sighs, walks over to the bed, and climbs on top of Dallas. He buried his face into the side of Dallas's neck. "Just tell me..."

Dallas frowns; he honestly would rather keep it to himself; he doesn't want to say it out loud; he removes his hands from his face and places his hand on Caleb's head, his fingers playing with his long hair that was up in a bun.