I don ‘t owe Cale Forester – his creation is entirely dedicated to my lovely girl, Irm <3 [Her wattpad is Dream-Shade, check it out!} and this story was inspired by a role-play conversation we once had between the two. This will only be a two or three chapter story, just some fun between these two [cause they amuse the holy fuck outta me]. Enjoy!
“Move out of the bed.” Teghanni Crawford grumbled down at his roommate, the ever wonderful and cheerful Cale Forester. He didn’t blame him for being such a downer – after all, his girlfriend, who happened to be Teghanni’s sister, Felicia Crawford, dumped him that very day due to circumstances she didn’t even bother explaining. And, only moments ago, Teghanni and Cale received a call in the hotel they were staying in at Norway – of course, Cale had been very upset due to the fact he loved Felly, and ran off to probably go kill himself like the moody son of a bitch that Teghanni saw him as.
Knowing that would more than likely kill Felly and once again, A Forester would ruin his family, once again, he saved the day and ran after him. In fact, other than him being pretty snappy with Teghanni [expected], it was fine. Until they got a call from Felly stating she was in Mexico, with her best friend.
And if you wanted the honest truth, her best friend Malik was the definition of perfect. And if Teghanni saw that, Cale saw it. And he got that look in his eyes that made Teghanni uneasy because he wasn’t sure what he was going to do.
“Go fucking sleep on the floor, I’m not leaving this bed.” Cale snapped and rolled over, his back now facing Teghanni, his bitter face now facing the window.
Teghanni, always interested in getting The Kings treatment and willing to fight if he didn’t, climbed on the bed – not seeing anything wrong with only being in his boxers, of course, bi-sexual men didn’t see that problem, and shoved Cale harshly. “Get out!” He whined.
Unexpected of this but always prepared, Cale felt himself rolling off the bed and grabbed onto Teghanni’s bare shoulder at the last second, pulling him down onto the floor with him, and landed on him but didn’t have any more of a pleasant landing – Teghanni was a rather bony and skinny figure.
“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that, Teghanni?” Cale asked rhetorically, his face close with Teghanni’s now, his eyes boring into the younger boys – extremely younger, ten whole years younger. He didn’t have fear in his eyes – he had pain.
“I know, You can call me Teggie, if you like.” He said rather brightly, and didn’t seem to notice himself that he was in pain. “Cale, I know you love my desirable body, but this is really uncomfortable.” Teghanni complained for the sake of complaining – he didn’t really mind it.
Cale, with an agitated growl, got off the younger boy and kicked him in the ribs as lightly as he felt Teghanni deserved it, which wasn’t very light. He threw himself back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He didn’t want Teghanni in this room – he didn’t want any freaking Crawford near him right now. Except for one, and he painfully remembered that she was gone, that she didn’t want him anymore.
Mentally torturing himself and going over this sort of things once again, he didn’t notice Teghanni’s swearing and his shrieking over the fact Cale did indeed break all 3 of his ribs on his right side until, with pants, threw himself on top of Cale and pinned the older man on the mattress.
“Asshole!” Teghanni wheezed before he fell closely to Cale, his face pressed against his neck with his warm and heavy gasps and he tried to catch his breath, and Cale could hear the sobs coming from his throat that he was trying to block. “I hate you.” He said strongly before letting out a soft sob, trying to pull himself off of Cale but couldn’t bear the strength and ended up lying stilly there
Cale could have easily thrown him off – Cale was indeed homophobic due to his dad’s husband rape him years ago when he was a boy – but the pain Teghanni was radiating off of him was making Cale feel bad. It almost seemed like the pain wasn’t for the 3 broken ribs, that was there, of course, but he seemed to be hurt over everything. And it hurt Cale, when Teghanni said he hated him. But it gave him stability – he could always count on Teghanni and him to be enemies.
Well, almost always.
