Stripped of Love

Why Now?

"What?!" I wanted to pull away from him but I knew that he would fall if I did.

"Youuu heard me! We've been dating and I think yer sexy! I. Want. To. Fuck! Plus you owe me fer running away when I needed you."

"I do owe you for that, but not tonight. Your drunk and were almost home." I grabbed the keys out of my pocket and Jack grabbed my ass. "Jack, quit it." I quickly put the keys in the lock.

"Come on Markimoooo, ya know ya want too." He reached behind me and ran a finger down my chest. I bit my lip slightly and took a deep breath. Boy did I want to.

"Shut up, you're drunk." I opened the door finally and Jack stumbled in and flopped down on the couch.

"Come oonnnnn, pleeeaaaseee??" Jack gave me puppy dog eyes before his face quickly turned into a shocked face. He got up and quickly scrambled to the bathroom. I assumed he was throwing up so I walked to the kitchen and got him some water and a few asprin for him to take before he passes out later. I knocked on the door and opened it slowly.

Jack motioned for me to come in as his face laid sideways on the toilet, his eyes watery. "Am I dieing?" He whispered and I chuckled.

"No Jack, you're not." Not yet. He threw up again and didn't stop for half an hour. I felt bad for the guy, I've been in his situation, drinking to forget horrible things, throwing up and feeling like death when I woke up with a hangover. At least Jack wasn't going to attempt suicide like I did. I gently ran my hands over my arms, feeling how the scars have turned into small bumps. It's been months since I last cut or attempted suicide. When Jack stopped throwing up he just looked at me sad.

"Why won't you fuck me Mark? Do you not love me? Because....I love you... I have since you first walked into my club."

"Jack, first of all, you're drunk and getting sick, I won't take advantage of you like that."

"And second?"

"Second......I love you too."

"Then why?! Why don't you kiss me? Why don't we take our relationship more seriously?!?"

"Because! Because... I'm ashamed of all my scars. Because I'm scared of what would happen after. I'm scared you won't find me as attractive as I find you."

"Mark.."

"It's true okay? Just" I sighed in frustration and put the water and pills next to him. "Take those when you're done getting sick, they will help when you wake up." I got up to leave but Jack grabbed my hand. I looked at him and he was crying again.

"Please stay. Don't go." I rolled my eyes and sat on the floor next to the door. Soon he passed out on the floor and I went into my bedroom rubbing off the boner I had to hide the entire time. Why? Why did he now make a move on me?! I've wanted him so badly but I was just too afraid, too scared because of that little shit Aaron! When I was done I just laid in bed until I fell asleep.

Morning arrived quickly and there was a gentle knock at the door. Jack just groaned from the bathroom and I got up to answer. It was the guys from work. "Hey guys."

"H-hey Mark. How's Jack?" Cry said as he squeezed Felix's hand.

"I'm fine" Jack said as he slowly walked over to us. "Besides the feeling of death, I'm okay. Why do you guys ask? Why is no one at work?"

"Jack, how much do you remember?"

"I remember the gym with Mark in the morning....then getting drunk with Mark. Did I miss something?"

"Y-" Felix quickly cut me off before I could finish a single syllable.

"Just a wicked night that's all bud." Felix walked past me and put his arm around Jack's shoulders. "Come on, let's get some coffee." Jack just nodded and walked with him. Cry put his hand on my shoulder.