The Saltiest Love.

The Truth

Adam's POV-

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy. My head was pounding, the sun was shining through the windows and blinding me, adding to this intense headache. I called out for Alesa but had no reply, the house was silent and cold.

Standing up, I dragged myself to the bathroom to shower. I splashed some freezing water on my face and jumped in, nearly tripping as I did so. After my shower, I examined myself in the mirror, bags under my eyes, hair a dripping mess and a black eye. I sighed as I recalled the events of the night prior.

*The Night Prior*

I went out and bought some whiskey after work. Hate for Ross coarsing through me, I sent him a few nasty text messages. I pulled up on my driveway and opened the first bottle. I chugged it and coughed. My throat burned as I swallowed this burning liqour. I finished up and hopped out of my car, leaving the other bottles in the backseat. I yawned and headed for my front door, dropping my keys as I reached it. I bent down and smashed my face into the small wall that lines my pathway to my door. My nose began to bleed and I cursed and pushed the key in the door.

Alesa greeted me with a startled yelp and fetched me some ice. When she put Mason to bed, she took me to our room and layed me down, hoping I'd fall asleep. She knew something was wrong, something bad, but she thought it'd be best to leave me to my own devices for now. I was lying on the bed when Alesa undid my belt buckle. I smiled and put my hands behind my head, enjoying it. Alesa suckled on my erect dick for about 10 minutes vefore I finished.

"I'm gonna take a shower, sweetie, you get some rest." She said, pulling the duvet up and over me. I yawned and nodded and sat up, pulling off the rest of my clothes. I thought to join Alesa but my nose and eye were burning. I layed back down and fell asleep within seconds, the memory of Ross' condistions on my mind.

*Back To Present*

I rubbed my eye and nose and a sharp pain shot through me, causing me to flinch. I sighed and checked my phone. I saw messages from Max about being mean to Ross, and messages from Ross about being hurt by my messages. I sent them an apology, stating I was "under the influence*. I sighed again and went to get dressed, calling up Max afterwards.

Max's POV-

I lay on my bed, next to Ross, craddling him while he slept. It was about 11am and we were still in bed. We didn't care. We had no work until later anyway. My phone vibrated on the bedside table and I scooped it up in one swift movement.

"Hello..." A weary Adam said, yawning as he did so.

"Hey..." I said somewhat awkwardly.

"Did you speak to Ross?" Adam asked, clearing his throat.

"I was, but then he got your texts..." I said, offering a somewhat apologetic tone.

"Fuck... Tell him I'm sorry..."

"I did, he saw your message..." I replied, looking down at Ross. I stroked his short hair and traced my hand over his features, letting my hand linger on his cheek bone. A small smile appeared on his face.

"Tell Adam that I'm ready for condition one." Ross yawned, stretching and rolling out of bed.

"Uh, Adam?" I said down the phone. I heard a small sob coming from it and my heart wrenched. "I'll call you back in a bit, Adam..." I said, hanging up hesitantly. The sound of Adam's weeps drifting through the air as silence invaded the room.

"Ross?" I begin, half hesitantly, half seriously.

"Uh huh?" Ross replies, coming back into my bedroom, pulling a shirt over his head.