Bandit Stole My Heart (boyxboy)

Chapter Five

I know it shouldn't bother me, but I just couldn't get over the thought of sharing my bed with this boy/puppy. What if someone walked in a saw? I would look like a pedophile and probably get arrested! Not that anyone had a key to my place besides James, but still, I couldn't get thought out of my mind as I got in bed. Once I pulled the covers around me the boy instantly tried to curl up against me but I pushed him away and turned around. He seemed to understand because he did the same.

I woke up an hour before my alarm felling like I had been hit by a bus. Every inch of me was stiff and ached but what concerned me most was Bandit was no where to me seen. I jolted out of the bed and when to search the kitchen when I heard soft snoring coming from my bed. Then last night came back to me. Bandit wasn't a puppy anymore; instead he was this lanky teenager with pale skin and the face of a model.

Shaking my head at the thought, I grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom for a shower to help my muscles but it didn't help. I was to use to doing everything with Bandit at my feet that doing things with out him just felt, wrong, but it's not like I can shower with the boy. That would be pedophile behavior. Felling even worst than earlier, I shut off the water and continued with my morning. It wasn't until I was drinking my coffee that I heard a loud Thump followed by a small cry of pain.

As I suspected, the boy was now on the floor with the blankest tangled around his ankle and robe pooled around his hips. I couldn't help but laugh as I helped him get free and stand. He seemed unsure if his legs could hold him but they did.

"You need to take a shower," I told him only to be met a confused stare. Right, he's never done that on his own before. Sighing, I helped him walk to the bathroom and started the water for him while he undressed behind him. When I turned around I was struck with how beautiful he was, and then nearly gagged when I remembered his age.

"Come one," I helped him step into the shower, "make sure the water hits every inch of your body, then put this in your hair," I pointed to the uncapped shampoo, "and this on your body and wash it out. I'll come back soon to check on you," I promised before leaving him to find James in my kitchen.

"How's our boy?"

"I don't fell comfortable with him being here," I stressed to James as I took out the ingredients for omelets because I knew James would make them for me.

"Tough shit," James said with a smile as he started to cook, "you're just going to have to get use to him being around, besides it shouldn't take long for him to get use to being human and then he won't need you to take care of him," James assured, "Where is he anyways?"

"Taking a shower."

"You sure he won't drown?"

"You can't drown in a shower..." But as I said this I began to worry, what if the water was too cold and he got hyperthermia or too hot and it was burning his skin, "I hate you," I declared to James as he smiled, know the thought of boy being in danger would get me to go to him.

I knocked on the door but didn't wait for an answer, I just walked in. I couldn't see his shadow on the other end of the Curtin so I peeked in to find him sitting in the fetal position with what probably tears running down his cheeks. On seeing me he opened his arms, asking for me to pick him up which I did which out much thought and carried him to the sink and wrapped a towel around him.

"What happened," James asked as he stood in the door way.

"I don't know, he was crying."

James pulled back my shoulder so he could see the boys face, "His eye's are red, he probably just got soap in them, that or he missed you," James cooed.

"Shut up," I snapped before carried the boy to my room. Once he calmed down I was able to get an old pair of my boxers on him, though they were too big so I had to roll the top, and a tee shirt that hug a little off one of his shoulders, and walked back down to kitchen with him just a foot behind me. James put all of our omelets on plates and put one in front of the boy who tried to eat it with his face just like a puppy would so James had to teach him how to eat like a human.

"You know he can't go to work with you wearing that."

"Nothing else fits him."

"I might have something; He could come to work with me today," James offered.

"Thank you."

"Yeah," the boy raise his head to look at me the James with a look of confusion, "it would only be for a day, that way I can figure out how to help you," James said to him but the boy looked even more uncomfortable, "I'll bring you back to Kade tonight," James promised which made the boy smile.

"Awe, he loves you," James teased and took our empty plates and put the in the sink then offered the boy a hand which he took cautiously, "Say goodbye, Bandit."

"GuadBye," Bandit attempted to say with a hoarse voice.

"We'll work on that," James promised before saying good bye as well and leaving.