Soul Mate (UberHaxorNova)

Chapter 8: Fights

And you thought I was going to fast with this relationship. (;

Both boys laid on the couch, James with his back down on the sofa, and Aleks hovering over him. They had been making out like this since they confessed, but James felt a lump in his throat when he did tell him. He wasn't lying, he really did like Aleksandr, but he was still scared. Scared that his friends will judge him, and still scared about not making his father proud. But, at the moment, all James felt were the small touches Aleks left upon his body, and how good the younger man tasted.

That was, until Aleks brought his hand a little too low, and snapped James back to life. His eyes shot open, and the older boy began to panic. He quickly shoved Aleksandr off him harshly, too scared himself to know how it hurt the young man.

"James? What's wrong?" Aleks said, scared. He crawled closer to James, but James simply pushed him away, muttering words that were inaudible for Aleks.

"No. No. No. No. No. No." James muttered rapidly, "This is bad. No. We need to stop."

Aleks furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of what James was saying. Though, the young man had a feeling he knew exactly what was going on. "What are you saying, James?" Aleks couldn't help the tears brimming his eyes.

"We shouldn't be doing this!"

"Then we'll take it slow-"

"No! We shouldn't be doing any of this at all!" James yelled, standing up and pushing his hands through his curly hair that was growing longer.

Aleks stood up with James, but didn't face him, only dropping his head to side and mumbling, "I thought you said you liked me, James."

James felt the lump return to his throat.  He really didn't mean to say the words, but Aleks had him in, almost, sort of, a trance. A trance of good feelings and love, but James knew now that he couldn't do this. He rubbed his temples because he was beginning to get a head ache, and Aleks was going through hell waiting for James' answer.

"James." Aleks said.

Silence.

"James." Aleks said louder.

SIlence.

"James!" Aleks cried out, full on sobbing now.

"I don't fucking know, okay!" James bellowed.

Aleks flinched at James' strong voice, but his anger rose. How could he just not know?

The next thing Aleksandr said, wasn't him saying it. It was more of his anger and impatience.

"Is it because of your dad, James? You need to learn, Wilson. Your dad isn't going to be fucking proud of you doing this shit! You need to get that through your thick, ignorant skull!" His full body faced James now, and they were dangerously close.

The next thing James did wasn't him doing it, and Aleksandr knew that.

James' hand swung around, and hit the side of Aleks' face harshly, leaving a instant red mark that would soon bruise over, probably leaving a black eye.

James' breathing was uneasy, and Aleks' body twisted from the force, but he stayed on two feet. His hand immediately touching the red, bruising skin. Aleks looked up at James with shock and pain filled in his eyes, as James couldn't even meet the young man's eyes. The older boy just stared at the floor, tears flooding down his face.

What have I done?

Aleksandr didn't even get a chance to speak before James started muttering "No" under his breath again, his hands locked in his hair, as he ran out the door.