Stolen heart (Boyxboy)

8

Jason's POV
Jake had fallen asleep shortly after eating and I had sat in the la-Z-Boy next to the bed. I watched his face continue to get paler as he slept. If I couldn't see the simple rise and fall of jakes chest I would swear he was dead. I continued to watch him breath feeling myself calm a bit. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the sun rising in the window above the bed. As the sun rose it shawen on Jakes face making his skin almost sparkle. His blonde hair complemented his flawless teen features. A smile was brought to my face when Jakes eyes fluttered open and moved towards me.
"Good morning." Jakes voice was weak and quite.
"Morning." I say with a small but charming smile. I hand him the water and Tylenol that was sitting on the night stand and I sit on the edge of my bed. "I'll be right back, you want a glass of whiskey?" I asked hesitantly. Jake nodded and handed me the now empty glass.
After about five minutes after Jake chugged his glass of whiskey he started acting very strangely. I watched him hum something for a moment before he began to full on sing it.
"Coming in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile
I just followed your scent, you can just follow my smile
All of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine
Cutting me to the bone, nothing left to leave behind
You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon
I didn't come for a fight but I will fight till the end
And this one might be a battle, might not turn out okay
You know you look so Seattle, but you feel so LA
And I love the way you hurt me
It's irresistible, yeah
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
I'm gonna get you to burst just like you were a bubble
Frame me up on your wall just to keep me out of trouble
Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation
Truly free, love it baby, I'm talking no inflation
Too many war wounds and not enough wars
Too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores
Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves
You know I give my love a f-f-four letter na-na-name
And I love the way you hurt me
It's irresistible, yeah
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
You're second hand smoke, second hand smoke
I breathe you in, but, honey, I don't know what you're doing to me
Mon chéri, but the truth catches up with us eventually
Try to say live, live and let live
But I'm no good, good at lip service
Except when they're yours, mi amor
I'm coming for you and I'm making war
And I still love the way you hurt me
And I still love the way I hurt you
It's irresistible, yeah
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby!" I chuckled and took a sip of my whisky.
"You have a very nice voice." Jake looked over at me from the bed.
"I only... Sing when I'm drunk...as fuck!" He giggled and I rolled my eyes.
"You don't hold you liquor very well!" I crawl in bed beside Jake and he hugs me weakly.
"I know..." Jake chuckled and closed his eyes.