Cinderella Man [boyxboy love story]

Cinderella Man [boyxboy love story] Chapter Twelve

This is boyxboy, which means there's homosexual interaction.  Warned.  This chapter isn't clean.

Dedication: Because she told me to go with the flow so I let the flow go. :)

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"How are you feeling?"

            I turned to look at Damien and scowled, "Like I was tackled by your goddamn lead guitarist onto a glass table."  He nodded slowly and blushed, embarrassed by his own question.  I took a long breath and I looked around the room.  In the middle of beating the crap out of me, Owen noticed that there was a long piece of glass poking out the skin of my arm.  It didn't hit the bone or major arteries but managed to slip through my flesh through the other side of my arm.  And even though I kept yelling at Owen, he didn't believe me until he saw it and almost passed out at the large amount of blood squirting on both of us.  Damien, on the other hand, did pass out.

            And Owen, like the little asshole he is, suggested we leave him there but instead I forced Owen to pick him up and bring him with us.  Now, Damien sat with me, looking up at me with big puppy eyes.  I felt a little bad I was snappy with him but there was a point where I couldn't give anyone an easy time.

            "Sorry."

            He looked up at me and slowly nodded, still looking shy and hurt.  This just caused another wave of guilt where I grabbed him with my uninjured arm with an awkward one arm hug.  I was surprised by how quickly Damien responded and hugged me back with such strength that my breath escaped me.

            I didn't want to hurt his feelings more but after thirty seconds, I knew my face was turning purple and my eyes were popping out of their sockets, "Damien, release."

            "Hm?" he asked, and I realized he was off into his little world.

            "I am losing consciousness," I told him slowly, hoping he didn't ask for me to say more.

            "What does that...?" he released and looked at my pink face and went red, "Oh, crap, I'm sorry!  Are you okay?"

            "I'll survive," I sniffed and tried to regain composure, "For a guy who looks so tough, you sure are a sensitive softy."

            He goes even a deeper red and looked down, "Sorry."

            I chuckled, "No biggie."

            "U-um, can I ask you something without judgment?" he asked, slowly and quietly.  He suddenly becomes really serious and I raise an eyebrow.  The truth is, that even when he was trying to be serious, like he was now, he just looked like a child.  It wasn't as if he couldn't, it was just hard to take him serious.  And I knew it couldn't just be me, because his whole attitude screamed that he liked to take nothing serious.  But for his sake, I nodded and tried not to smile, "Where did you Owen go?  And why were you alone?"

            I blinked and stared at Damien.  It took me a moment about how strange it must've seemed that Owen, the homophobe, and I, the homosexual, to be out together, doing whatever the hell we were doing.  But I also wondered, "How did you know Owen and I were out alone tonight?"

            He blinked, "Oh, so you were.  I just assumed really.  I mean when I got home, Romero told me that he and Stephan had saw you two leave around the same time and that they were going to pass out on your bed.  I hope you won't put the photos on Facebook like you said you were going to if we did, you aren't, are you?"