A Heart Filled With Hate

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Chris' pov

Mike was getting dressed in my room as I cleaned up the bathroom. We forgot to close the shower door, causing water to go all over the floor. I left the bathroom with about a dozen towels covering the floor.

Mike was wiggling into a pair of my jeans when I entered my room. Despite us being relatively the same height, he was much skinnier than me. He flopped down on my bed as I started to clothe myself.
"What are we doing that necessitates you putting a shirt on?" He asked as I buttoned the black shirt up.
"I'm bring you out to lunch." I said as I remembered I still had to do my hair.
"Fuck." I mumbled as I started to in button the shirt before tossing it on my bed next to Mike.
"What?" He asked at my exclamation with no explanation.
"I forgot that we still have to do our hair and make up." I said as I went to my dresser and grabbed a black makeup bag off the top of it. I grabbed a hand held mirror before sitting down in front of Mike.
"Do you put powder on after foundation?" I asked as I grabbed the bottle of barely tinted liquid.
"Am I a drag queen?" He asked sarcastically.
"If you are then I'm going to force you to wear a tutu." I said as I started dabbing the powder all over his face.
"Maybe I look banging in a tutu." He sassed as I started drawing on his eyebrows.
"You look bangable all the time babe." I said as I roughly grabbed a fist full of his hair to get better control of his head. His eyes snapped open and his jaw dropped as he surpressed a moan.
"I'll remember that trick for later, I guess." I said as I smirked to myself and finished up the thin eyebrows.

"Try a water bottle." I suggested as Mike looked for something else to try to fit through his stretched ears.
"Okie." He responded enthusiastically as he left the bathroom where I was straightening my jaw length hair. Within a second or two, Mike was standing back next to me, with two of the half empty water bottles from my room, through his ears.
"They're a little tight and heavy but u think this is a great look for me." He said sarcastically as he pretended to model in the mirror.
"Totally." I joked as I turned the hair straighter off and left the bathroom. I returned to where I had left my clothes for today all over my bed. I pulled a pair of black skinny jeans on before slipping the black shirt on. I tucked it in professionally before adding a Vans Off The Wall belt. I rolled the sleeves on my shirt before adjusting the black rings around my eyes. Mike was standing by the door, admiring me as I finished getting ready. I sauntered over to him and rested a hand on the side of his neck. He needily closed the gap between our lips, yet quickly pulled away, still biting my bottom lip and pulling it with him. I pushed my lips back against his forcefully and snaked one hand to his ass. He melted into me as he tried to grab at my hips. I pulled away from him a bit and pressed our foreheads together. He was out of breath and shaking slightly. I let go of him a little bit and backed away. He opened his eyes as he followed me down the stairs and into the kitchen where I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone. I went into the mud room and slipped into a pair of black vans as Mike waited for me at the front door.
"Ready babe?" I asked as I went to the garage door.
"Yep." He responded simply as he joined me. We entered the dark garage together, I going to the drivers side.
"Ugh." Mike said as I heard him bump into my car. I laughed to myself as I hit the clicker on my keys to open the garage door, letting light in. I slid into the drivers seat and buckled myself in before Mike opened the door. He had his arms crossed over his lower region as he sat down.
"Are you okay?" I asked as he pulled his legs towards his chest.
"Yeah. When you slammed me against the wall you bruised my hips and that's didn't help." He said with a strained breath.
"Do you want to lay down?" I asked as I turned to him.
"No, I'm fine." He said as he slowly straightened himself out and buckled himself in. I started the car and slowly backed out into the light.

"Table for two." I said as Mike rested his head on my shoulder. The woman nodded and guided us farther into the restaurant. I pulled the chair out for Mike as we reached the table. He looked up at me as I pushed him close to the table. As I sat down, the woman handed us each a menu.
"What are you in the mood for?" I asked as I started to scan over the options.
"I don't know." He said quietly and nervously as he put the menu on the table and looked down at his hands.
"I don't think this was a good idea." He said as his hair dropped in front of his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I stood up and came over to him. He rested his head against my abdomen and I rested my hands on his shoulder.
"Everything is so fattening." He mumbled as I held him.
"You're skinny. You can afford eating 2000 calories a day." I said as I ran my hands through his hair.
"If you want you can just order something and pick at it. How about salad?" I suggested as I moved his hair out of his face. Vegetables have virtually no calories.
"Yeah. Maybe." He said as he sat up a bit.
"Okay." I responded as I let go of him a bit and sat back down. Let's just hope he doesn't break down again. I thought to myself.

"There's no hope for us. We speak in tongues. Blacker than the sun. No, death can't touch... the crooked young." Mike growled in harmony with Oli Sykes as we drove home. He ended up picking away at a bowl of pasta and then we got vanilla lattes at Starbucks. It was surprisingly warm for a midwinter day, allowing me to have the windows rolled down partially. As the music changed from Bring Me The Horizon to Of Mice & Men, Mike's hand found its way to my free hand.
"Dislocated, I lie awake. Suffocating in my mistakes. I lost my halo when I fell from grace, but maybe next time I won't throw it all away." I sung as I tossed a glance to Mike. He was sitting with his head turned towards me and against the seat. He had a small and innocent smile on his face as he watched me. He turned down the music a bit and open his mouth as if to speak.
"Chris, do you like me at all?" He said with hesitation as we neared my house.
"Of course. You're amazing." I said as I looked back over to him.
"Are we dating?" He asked quietly. He didn't sound upset or disappointed, just calm.
"If you want to be." I said as I pulled into a parking space next to Hannah.
"I don't know." He whispered.
"And that's okay. How about we go inside?" I said as I rested a hand on his knee. I could feel him quivering slightly as he nodded his head. In one smooth motion he exited my car and shut the door.
"Are you okay?" I asked as I closed my door and walked to his side where he had his hands on the roof of the car to stabilize himself.
"Just dizzy." He said as he grabbed my shoulder.
"Okay well hold on." I said as I lifted him into my chest.
"Shit." He said quickly as he pulled at my shirt, trying to get a grip on me.
"I always think that when you do that you're going to drop me." He said as he laced his fingers behind my neck and pressed the side of his head into my chest.
"Never." I said as I kissed his forehead and brought him inside.

"Chris? Ash?" Hannah called through the house from the kitchen.
"It's Chris." I responded as I bumped the door closed with my ass.
"You should've left a note telling me you were out. I was nervous." She said as he met me by the door.
"Sorry, I was getting lunch with Mikey here." I said as he wiggled himself out of my arms.
"I understand, I was just worried. Do you guys want dessert? I saw Ash made a cake but I could make you guys brownies or something?" Hannah offered.
"No, I think we're good for now. Maybe later through." I said as Mike grabbed onto my shirt tightly.
"You okay?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around him.
"Yeah. Just dizzy." He said quietly.
"Do you want something to drink?" Hannah offered as she rested a hand on Mike's shoulder, trying to keep him upright.
"No thanks." He mumbled as I lifted him onto my hip.
"Couch or bed?" I asked as I carried him through the house.
"Bed." He said with a groan.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked at his repetitive moaning and groaning.
"Yeah. There's. Just. A. Little. Problem." He said between each time his body slid against mine as I roughly climbed the stairs.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I stopped in my place.
"Ummm..." Mike trailed off as he tightened his legs around my hips, pressing his very hard member into my waist.
"Oh. Do you want me to fix that?" I asked as I smirked to myself and brought him into my room.
"Yes please, daddy." He purred into my chest before I dropped him on my bed and crawled over him.

"Chris?" Hannah said as she knocked at my door.
"One second." I said as I pulled a blanket over the sleeping and naked Mike. I quickly pulled a pair of sweatpants.
"Yeah." I questioned as I pulled the door open and ran a hand through my messy hair.
"Oh, uh. I was just going to head out. Do you need anything before I go?" Hannah asked as she shifted uncomfortably.
"I don't think so." I said as the draft hit me and I shivered.
"Actually where are all my blankets?" I asked as Mike shifted around behind me. I quickly stepped out of my room and shut my door behind myself.
"I washed them last time I was here. If you're really that cold then you should take a drive down to North Carolina." She said as she started down the hall to where the laundry room was.
"That's actually not a bad idea. If I left in like... an hour.... do you think I would be there by morning?" I asked as the idea buzzed in my head.
"Probably a little before morning." She said as she handed me a huge stack of blankets.
"What about in two hours with stops along the way and driving really slow and taking back roads?" I asked as I slowly made my way back to my room.
"Depends. Are you going to bring Mike?" Hannah countered.
"Probably. I'll let him sleep more then ask him what he thinks of it and it he says 'yes' then I'll drive us down." I explained.
"Okay, well enjoy yourselves." Hannah said as she walked down the stairs. I quickly entered my room to find Mike all snuggled up in my comforter like a puppy. So cute.

This story took way to long to update. So sorry. I went to NYC. I'm so tired. Ughhhhh. Mama destroya signing off.