swords men

taking much needed my time

After there romp three days ago, type stood his ground to tharn and told him they needed a break, he needed to train, do things about his home, keep in communication the sulina about his nanny that was going no where, and other things. Tharn was very reluctant, however seeing type stand his ground he allowed this.
Hitting and hard the punching bag, type then went to it to place his forehead to it to eye down to breathe heavily.
Three months..... Exactly 3 months from today...... I'll turn 18 then the tournament is going to happen.
Type took in a very deep breathe to close his eyes to make a face.
What are we going to do? All tharn seems to be wanting is my body and thinking about my back, both are trivial.
Type signed to then move himself away from the punching bag to look it over to then turn to go to the pool, inside, he was floating to eye up to be missing tharn to feel conflicted about that. He did miss him, but he also didn't.
Type rolled his eyes to then turn to go under the water to squeeze his eyes to be surrounded by the silence to find it calming for him to then float up to take in a deep breathe to eye about the ceiling to then swim to the edge to place his arms on to turn his head to look dejected to the side.
3 months...... Not a lot of time left..... What is going to happen? Why....... Do I feel like something bad is going to happen?
Type signed to then turn his head to his arms to rub to keep his forehead there to have his eyes closed to take in deep breathes, he then signed to get out to go to his room to be to his shower to have his head under the warm water to have it wash through him to then step back to place his hands to his eyes to rub the water off to then look has the water came out to watch with a face, he then turned to place his body to the wall to wrap his arms about himself to look forward.
Why can't tharn and I talk about the tournament? Why can't we come up with a plan for each other? Or..... Does he already have a plan? Is he..... Going to do what his father wants him to do? Kill me?
Type took in a very deep breathe to then lift his head up, he didn't quite believe that anymore given all tharn had and was doing for him.
Type then peered his eyes to the side to furrow his brow.
Why...... Can't you tell me you...... Do you even feel that for me? Do I..... Feel that for you?
Type flexed his fingers to his arm to make a real hard face.
I think......I have......
Type rolled his eyes to then turn to place himself over the warm water again to have tears ran down has what tharn said was going through his mind, do not fall in love with me..
Type then pushed himself back to wipe away the water to then turn it off to turn to go out of the shower to then go grab a towel to place it about his mid section to then place his hands to the counter to hang his head to look down to have a very hard face to slowly look up, not to really recognize himself.
I'm......a fucking fool..... This is not going to end well.
Type rolled his eyes to grit his teeth to then move about to go to the door to then open to go through to then stop mid way through to then widen his eyes.
Tharn was to the edge of his bed looking at a syringe.
"I still need to give you the medicine. Then I'll leave."
Types lips parted, he then shook his head to go and a bit quick to tharn for him to move the syringe down to then widen his eyes has type placed his hands to his face to pull him towards his, for a very hard kiss, to then place a hand to that syringe to toss it behind to then move himself on tharn to sit to start to move himself up and down.
"No..... Don't leave......mmm..... Be inside me."
Type said between kisses.
Tharn opened his eyes to continue to kiss with type to eye over him.
You are very confusing. First you don't seem to want anything to do with me and now you......
Tharn rolled his eyes to place his hands to types back to notice the scar marks seem to be going away has well has the color.
He couldn't help but to smile, to then turn them to take them down.
After, type signed to be to his stomach to have his arms wrapped under his head to be looking to the side to feel the weight lift off to then turn his head to look over tharn who was sitting to the edge to have placed a syringe out to then place it to the side to then pick up another to place to another spot to inject, tharn then eyed over type.
"Feel that?"
Type looked him up and down to shake his head, tharn signed to then eye what he was doing .
"You will. I promise."
Type rolled his eyes to then place his chin to his arm to look forward .
"Don't promise such things."
"Still do.mm....... After I'll leave."
Type signed to turn his head to look over tharn.
"No."
Tharn then looked to type .
"No?"
"That's right no. You are going to stay and we are going to talk."
Tharn then looked to the injection spot.
"About?"
"We have three months left tharn. Do you have a plan?"
Tharn made a face to shake his head.
"No I don't."
"Then we need to talk about it."
"You need to relax and...."
"If you don't stay and talk about this subject, then go and don't come back!"
Tharn signed to grit his teeth.
"Fine!"
Type looked over tharn to then lay his head to his arm to roll his eyes.
Like pulling teeth!
Type took in deep breathes to wait for tharn to be done for them to have this talk, but will they?