Love in Hell

Kiss and Make up

Type wasn't a good guy, he would be the first to admit this to anyone who might have any misconceptions. To his credit, he never had the delusion that he had been a good guy at any point in his life. Although it was only when he got older that he stopped hiding this from the rest of the world. That being said, he tried to keep his darker side from certain people like his parents, Techno and now Tharn, or at least that was the idea. But then Tharn just had to push things and make it harder for Type to keep the darkness at bay. The man was making things difficult and the good guy couldn't figure out how to fix them so the bad guy had to step in.

"The truth is that I was curious," Type declared looking down, knowing he looked like a kicked puppy when he did this.

"What do you mean?" as expected of someone so sweet and kind, Tharn immediately took the bait.

"I never got this close to someone that likes other men so I never understood how it was possible to like it," Type added softly.

"So you wanted to..."

"You're the first person that made me feel comfortable and at ease," Type admitted and Tharn's eyes widened. Type could see how touched the younger man was and he felt a little guilty but not enough to stop; to his credit, it wasn't completely a lie.

"You know what I've been through, imagine being curious about something that you can only associate with..." Type got choked up or at least pretended to and Tharn rushed to him, placing his hand on his back without any hesitation.

"Type, you don't have to..."

"I am sorry that I made you feel like this was against you," Type was amazed by how easily playing the sad, abused victim came to him; he should feel bad but all he could think about was that he didn't want to lose Tharn and he wasn't sure why. "Would you forgive me?"

"Of course I will forgive you," the younger man exclaimed. "I'm the one that's sorry for making this about me," Tharn declared, projecting the issue on himself like Type knew he would, although in this case it didn't make sense but it worked in his favor. The sympathy in the younger man's eyes was a little annoying but it served the purpose he needed it to serve. He knew that he had won and he silently celebrated his win but he shouldn't have underestimated Tharn.

"Do you still want to test?" there was a glint in the younger man's eyes and Type could see that he was calling his bluff.

'So not as innocent and sweet,' he thought with surprise, it intrigued him to see there was more to the young man than the boy-next-door thing he had going on

Type did not expect that, Tharn always came off as someone easily manipulated yet right now this was something different. This was almost a new side to the younger man and Type wasn't sure why it didn't upset him despite it possibly ruining his plans. Usually, when he encountered someone that challenged him, Type crushed them without hesitation but right now, he felt a fire ignite in him that had nothing to with anger.

"I kind of messed everything up," Type declared and he was surprised how easily playing the submissive role came to him.

Suddenly, he felt big hands on his cheeks, lifting his head until he stared into dark gray eyes. Tharn stared deep into his eyes and studied his face almost as if trying to gage something, Type wasn't one to back down so he stared back unflinchingly even as his heart was pounding like the drums Tharn's play. There was a nudging in the back of his mind, it was the side of him that hated gays and was disgusted by men touching him. It tried to remind him what happened the last time a man touched him.

Then soft lips touched his own and those thoughts were muted, he expected to feel disgusted or at least to be assaulted by the memories of that day many years ago. Instead, Type felt light and almost floaty; Tharn held him gently not like he would break but as if he were something to be cherished and loved. Men didn't treat other men this way; then again, Type had never seen two men together and he had never wanted to know what they were like as lovers.