AN: What is Ian thinking? Before I spoil anything I'd like to thank everyone again and warn you that the next chapter will be darker and more disturbing, so look forward to that!! Enjoy and feel free to review!!
David looked up at Ian with a half hearted smile after their chance to kiss was ruined by Ian's mother's return home. They slowly walked downstairs, knowing she wouldn't be happy, but the minute she saw David her whole demeanor changed. "Oh, I didn't know you had company over Ian." She said calming herself down slightly, "Did you skip school too David?"
David nodded sheepishly before deciding how to explain all of this, "Well, when I came to pick Ian up to drive him to school he didn't look well. He'd been vomiting and just didn't look like he should be a school, but I couldn't just leave him here. I really wasn't sure he'd make it up the stairs without falling down." Ian looked at his mom to see if she was going to accept this half-truth as the whole story. "I just wanted to make sure he'd be alright ma'am." David added as earnestly as he could. His mid-west manners and charm clearly won over Ian's mother.
She looked at Ian who just nodded in agreement, "Well thank you then David. You didn't have to do that; you'd better get home, I'm sure you'll mother will want answers too." With that David nodded, grabbing his backpack off the couch where he had left it when he came in this morning. Thanks to David, Ian didn't have to deal with an angry mother.
"Mom, I've been feeling better since I woke up from my nap, can I walk him to his house?" Ian begged. She looked at him for a minute, trying to tell if he was lying or perhaps if his eyes looked glassy, which was a sure sign he was sick. Apparently whatever she was looking for checked out and she allowed the two boys to leave.
Once out the door David remembered his car and got in, offering Ian the passenger's seat. He gladly accepted and expected David to start the car to drive the seven house distance between their homes, but he didn't. David looked at Ian for a moment then kissed him. It was quick and had an electric spark behind it like every touch they shared did except it was stronger and better than Ian could have imagined. Ian wanted more, but by the time he went in for another kiss David had already parked outside his own home and gotten out. "I'll see you tomorrow, I'm driving." David said as he opened Ian's door to let him out. David turned toward his house to leave when Ian grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him into a longer kiss. Their mouths moved with one another like the gears of a clock, perfectly fitting together.
Ian wanted to just stay there, in that moment, and kiss David. However his lungs eventually ran out of air, forcing them apart. David was breathing heavily as he watched Ian agree that he'd see him tomorrow and walk away. The whole thing felt like it happened in slow motion to David; Ian pulling him into the kiss of his lifetime, his boner growing as the kiss deepened, and then Ian pulling away all too soon. He was dazed, not sure what to say or do; just go inside or run after Ian? Eventually his mind won over his heart and he decided to just go inside and start setting his Xbox up in his room.
Ian had gone home and had diner in silence while he thought about the kiss over and over again. Unfortunately all good things had to come to an end; it was getting late so he decided to go to his room where he was greeted by a horrible decision. To take the Oxycodone or to just play some games and go to bed? Anthony and Matt or David? Reality or fantasy? The thought of not ever seeing Anthony and Matt again was painful, but knowing he disappointed David would feel just as bad. Then he remembered his promise, the promise he made to the voice in his head earlier; that he'd at least say goodbye if nothing else.
As David plugged in the last of the cords and went to play Halo he felt something weird in the pit of his stomach; a worry he couldn't shake. He never thought to ask Ian if he had anymore morphine, as he realized his mistake he dropped what he was doing and yelled, "I'm spending the night at Ian's," before running out the door.
Just as Ian made the decision that he'd only take two pills and go to bed he heard someone banging at the door. He wasn't sure who would be there this late, but went to check anyway, placing the pills on his desk. He opened the door to see a breathless David, panting from having run all the way over to his house. "What are you doing here?" Ian questioned; while he was happy to see him Ian suddenly felt self conscious about deciding to make one last visit to Anthony and Matt. David didn't reply, the minute he was breathing properly he pushed past Ian and walked up to Ian's room. Seeing the two pills sitting on the desk David turned to see Ian, who was burning up with shame. "I'm sorry," was all Ian had the voice to say.
David wanted so badly to just be angry and yell, but he knew it wasn't Ian making the choice. It was the addiction, "I know, I know." David said as he took a step toward Ian and held as he broke down again, muttering incomprehensible sentences. Only a few words made it out, like 'Anthony and Matt' and 'goodbye'. David carefully walked Ian over to the bed and covered him with a blanket as he sat down next to him lightly stroking his hair as he promised Ian it would all be okay. After a few hours David fell asleep holding Ian comfortingly, at that point Ian reached under his pillow and pulled out a small bag of Oxycodone and swallowed two pills dry. As bad as he felt about going behind David's back Ian knew he owed Anthony and Matt a proper goodbye; he'd already decided that after tonight he'd flush everything else, but he needed this for himself, for closure. He snuggled back into David's arms as he drifted off into a hallucination.
