Assassin [dylmas]

37.

They walked along Melrose Av. Kaya had five bags in her hands and Thomas decided to carry the rest for her. They went shopping and some fans spotted him from time to time. He signed small autographs and made a few selfies, he hid his eyes under sunglasses, he felt lonely and sad. Dylan was gone before he was done showering ad never returned. He had sent a text in the morning reporting that he's fine. But Thomas was far from fine.

„Here," Kaya grbbed his hand and dragged him into another shop.

Thomas stopped inside and spotted a couch right next to the changing rooms.

„It will take a while," he placed the bags on the couch and sat down.

„Thomas, he is still porcessing it," Kaya grabbed the boy's face.

He took his sunglasses off and looked at her.

„Pumpkin I know that it's horrible. I try to picture it but I can't. I just want to help him"

„Just give him time," Kaya caressed his cheeks with her fingers.

„How long" Thomas bit his lower lip.

„More time beuty, she leaned over him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. „Wait for me, I'll change," she run into the shop and started to cllecet clothes.

Thomas smiled. They had this moments when they kissed in a friendly way but it was never passionate or anythig like this. Sometimes he just needed the feeling of someone's warm lips on his, it gave him safety and Kaya always guessed when he needed her comfort.

He watched her when she chose a lot of cloths and disapeared in the changing room. He laid his head on the couch and checked his phone. The feeling of missing was burning in him, he found Dylan's number and shivered.

'I miss you like crazy,' he texted.

The blonde hid the phone and looked at the ceiling. How will he spend another lonely night. He couldn't stand it, the missing warm of Dylan's body around him. His body was burning when he felt his boyfriend's kiss in all the most intimate parts of him. He could remember every pleausre Dylan has ever done to him.

„And," Kaya walked out of the changingroom in a beautiful dress.

„Pretty," Thomas smiled.

„Just pretty," she shook her head.

„Come one you look good in anything," Thomas sat up straight.

She returned to the changing rooma and he looked at the clock. He knwe it will be a long day with her shopping.

Suddenly he looked at the clothes in the shop. Maybe Dylan missed the girly thing in their relationship. They were both men, thye loved each other, but they were attracted to girls during most time in their life. Thomas still caught himself looking at pretty girls.

„What about this?" Kaya had a top and a skirt and Thomas glanced at her.

„I like the first on better," he said. „Pumpikn, do you think Dylan would be more interested again if I would play the girl?" Thomas blushed.

„Do you mean what I think you mean," she opened her mouth.

„Yes... I guess," he looked at his shoes.

„Oh," Kya giggled. „I don't know. Maybe. . . but nothing too creepy," she said.

„No, nothng creepy," Thomas got up and started to look through the clothes in the shop.

„What about that," Kaya grabbed a pair of black high heels. „With this," she smiled brightly.

„That's why you're my best friend," Thomas raised hie eyebrows.

'Please come to me, I have a suprise," Thomas had snt him a text and Dylan shivered.

He pushed the door to the bar he visited each night and walked through it. The barkeeper noticed him and sighed.

„I really don't like to see a yound handsome man like you turning into a alcohol addict," he slammed the vodka glass on the counter.

„Not you business grandpa," Dylan sat down and took a breath.

He felt the gun pessed behind his belt and covered by the grey t-hirt and the blue jacket.

„Dylan," he shook hearing his name and looked around 

He saw Martin, his mexican friend from orphange times. Martin looked bad, he was a little drunk. He sat next to Dylan with his beer.

„What pretty famous boyfriend had dumped you?" asked Martin.

„No, he's worried," Dylan blushed.

„So why on eath are you here and not all over him?" Martin swallowed another huge sip of beer.

„I need to think. I need my distance. Unfortunately I can't get any distance to myself," Dylan turned the voda glass in his hands.

„What is it that troubles you," Martin looked at him.

„What about you?" Dylan changed the subject.

„I got in a fight with the gang from Venice area, and they hit me pretty bad man. Here," he liftd his shirt showing a ugly wound done with a knife. "And my girl man, she just took off with our little girl Julia. I miss the two man," Martin took a breath.

„I'm sorry for that," Dyaln shivered.

„You know how it is man, to love your wife and your little girl, one day they're here, the second day their gone, and man it sucks. And you stuck here in this lousy naighborhood with the drug dealers on your neck man. No fucking shit," Martin took another sip.

Dylan staed silent. He felt his pain mixing wiht his longing.

Was he relly stupid enough to sit in this dark rotten bar night after night instead of spending his time in Thomas' arms.

„Take care Martin," Dylan payed for the untouched vodka and tapped his friend's shoulder.

„By man," Martin smiled saddly.

Dylan left the bar in a hurry. He reached his car and dorve towards the hotel, he tried to focus on the road but his thoughts were everywhere. In the wine basement where he killed Mark. But more important resuced Thomas. In the cave where he told his life story to Thomas. He speeded up ignoring the speed limits. He needed to talk to Thomas, to explain his behavior. He knew his boyfriend will understand.

He reached the hotel and tossed the keys to the butler then he run to the elevator.

It was so slow that Dylan cursed in his mind. He reached their room and slid the card along the lok. He pressed the door and walked into the apartment. The living room was still and silent. The tv was off and all the lights shut down.

„Thomas," Dylan felt insecure, what if someting  had hppened to his boy when he wasn't around. He grabbed the gun with his hands and walked to the bedroom quietly.