Warning: Smut, mentions of drug abuse and slight violence.
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It had been over six months since Chris went sober. He had done so well, not even looking at drugs. I was honestly proud of him.
That was, until he went out.
He said he was going out with his friends and that he'd be fine.
He promised me he'd be able to handle himself.
He came home an absolute mess, tears staining his eyes and drool leaking out of the corner of his lips. He stumbled around, trying to make his way to me but only tripping on his own foot. I shot up off of the couch, rushing beside him to help him up. 'I-I'm sorry...' He chocked out, tears streaming down his cheeks.
'Chris, it's okay...I thought you could handle yourself as well. It's alright...' I explained, swinging his arm around my shoulders. I carried him into the bathroom, listening to his continuous apologies. I was supposed to be disappointed but he needed me. I knew he was ashamed of himself so there was no point in me being ashamed of him. I sat him in the shower, beginning to strip off his vomit-stained clothes.
'I-I'm sorry...'
'Chris, really...it's fine. What did you take?'
'Morphine...' He lifted his arms, allowing me to raise his shirt over his head and chuck it elsewhere.
'Okay, I'll have to keep your heartbeat up then...Can you shower by yourself?'
'I-I think so...c-can I...still have cuddles tonight?' He asked, hope dripping from his voice.
'Sure...I'll lay in your bed and wait, okay?'
'Okay...'
I didn't have to wait too long. Chris stumbled into his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and regret still lingering in his eyes. He didn't even bother dressing, only laying down beside me and holding me close to his slightly damp chest. 'I-I'm sorry...'
'Chris I told you it's fine. You were pressured into it...Why do you even hang out with those guys? What ever happened to our friends from school?'
'Well...we just stopped talking. Ricky, Ryan, Devin and Josh just became shut-ins.'
'Well you should start reconnecting with them...and stop hanging around those other guys...They're not good for you. They're all...grabby...' I grimaced at the memory of them constantly grabbing my butt and making me uncomfortable. I had met them a few times but after they got too comfortable I stopped going out to clubs with Chris.
'I know...I just...thought that if I changed maybe they would too.'
'Well, it doesn't matter. Lets just get some sleep okay? We'll talk about it tomorrow.'
'Hey, Chris, how long have you been sober for?' Ricky asked, lowering the book he had in front of his face just to ask the question.
'Yeah, I've been meaning to ask.' Josh contributed.
'About a year now. I think it's my one year on Friday...' Chris answered, continuing to press light kisses to my cheek. I giggled, shifting my weight on his lap.
'Yeah, what should we do for your one year?' I chimed in, kissing Chris's warm lips.
'There's a show playing on Friday at White Horse. Think you'll be able to handle it?' Ryan asked, stepping back into the room and sitting beside Devin on our couch. Devin was silently playing on his phone, not caring about the conversation.
'As long as (Y/n) is with me I think I'll be fine. I've gotten better since my last relapse.'
'I'm proud of you...You've done so well baby...' I nuzzled my face into his neck, getting more comfortable by the second. Chris blushed heavily, lifting his hands and running his fingers through my hair. I purred quietly, triggering a grin from Josh.
'You two are adorable.' He placed his head in his hands, letting his eyes wander across us.
'I owe a lot to (Y/n)...if it wasn't for her I'd be throwing g up in a gutter.' I let a blush creep across my cheeks.
'You were the one who got me out of my parents house, I should be thanking you.'
'God will you two just fuck already?' Ryan snickered, peeking over at Devils phone screen so it didn't look like he was looking at us.
'I actually...haven't...uh...' I trailed off.
'No way.' Josh gasped, processing my nervousness. 'No way, you're like, 20 now right?'
'...22...'
'You're a 22 year old virgin?' Josh shouted, slamming his hands down on the table and catching everyone's attention. I could hear him squeak from his seat before letting out a fan girl-ish squeal. 'Eek! That's so cute!'
'S-Shut up!'
'That is pretty adorable, babe...' Chris smiled, brushing his cheek against mine. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the fact. Most girls my age were throwing themselves at any guy who gave them a second glance but there was only one person I wanted to be with. Chris was my one-and-only. I didn't want anyone else and I was saving myself for him.
'You're so lucky to be with Chris, then. God every girl he's been with could barely walk after being with him.'
'Josh, stop. You'll make (Y/n) feel bad.' Chris looked flattered but obviously didn't want to make me uncomfortable. However, I was curious.
'I wanna know about it. What did the girls say?' Chris's eyes widened at my words. I knew he was thinking about me in an inappropriate way but I had been with him for a year and six months, I was okay with it. He and I were taking things slow. He wanted something different from his other girlfriends and I wanted to ease into the whole dating thing.
'Well, this one chick told me that he-'
'Josh, seriously. Lets not talk about it.' Chris cut him off again.
'What? You don't want (Y/n) to know about how dominant you are?'
'Ricky, what does dominant mean?' I asked, twisting myself on Chris's lap until my back pressed against his chest.
'Dominant: having power or influence over others. It means to be controlling over someone or something. Chris likes controlling people.' I couldn't help but let a slight flutter into my chest. The thought of him controlling me, having me bent over his bed, hands roaming up and down my bare flesh made me feel quite strange. I got a tingling feeling in my private area as the thoughts replayed in my head. His tattooed hands tracing small hearts into my back as his lips pressed against the shell of my ear, whispering sweet nothings.
'You guys are the worst. Just ignore them, sweetie. They don't know what they're talking about.'
'Awe...okay.'
