Is That A Challenge?

What did I do to you? /Trigger Warning//

"Joe...." Sal pouted at his boyfriend, who refused to eat anything his friends made him. "Please.... eat something Joey your scaring me..." Joe shook his head. The fans even tried to help, sending him multiple treats that they all remember he loved. "I'm fine...." Joe replied coldly, his voice and eyes more dead than lifeless. "I just don't feel like eating, no big deal Sal..." He flashed a fake half-smile that anyone could see through. "Joey-" Sal tried to get him off of the couch he never got left unless he needed to pee. "Cut it out Sal, I'm not eating..." Sal knew what this was, but he didn't want to believe that. "Just leave me alone..." Sal gave up, he knew that Joe was in depression, but he's never been this depressed to starve himself. "Okay Joey..." Sal was reluctant to let his boyfriend starve, but he couldn't stop him from doing it. "Okay." He teared up as he saw his boyfriends eyes become dull. He took another good look at his boyfriend, the scars on his arms, his no longer smiling face and the circles under his eyes. Sal cringed at his newly thin body, thin enough that you could see his ribs, and that his shirts tent over him. "If you cared about me Joey-" He trailed off, Joe opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as fast. "Nevermind" Sal left the house, he didn't bother with him anymore, he was always so stubborn anyway. Maybe after a couple of drinks he could forget his stubborness. "Whatever Joe...." He left him there.

40 Minutes Later~~~~~~~~

Sal was a needy drunk, but with Joe in the state he is he was better off using his left hand. "Cm on Qui nn," Sal slurred, trying to seduced his also intoxicated friend. "No on e ha s to o kno w" Brian shook his head. He was drunk, but not stupid, plus he and Joe were friends for years. "N o, no wa y Sa l, J oe y wou ld ki ll me!" Brian stood up, slowly helping Sal get off of the bar chair and to his car. "G...gi mme yo ur ke ys,ma n.." Brian urged. It was a very hot and sticky night out and two drunken grown men were fighting over keys. "N ow lo ok at wh at yo u di d Qu inn..." Sal looked at his broken keys scattered on the floor, his eyes stung with embarrassment. "Let s ju st wa lk..." Brian sighed, shaking his head. Brian helped Sal get home, in exchange for a few bucks since Brain claims he 'doesn't run cheap'. "By e Bri a n~" Sal giggled and opened the door.

"Sal..?" Joe felt concerned and guilty for being the cause of his boyfriend drinking. "Sal please sit down..." He tried to get up to help his lover but he was too weak. "Sally please..." He urged his lover to rest. "Wha t di d I d o t o yo u Jo ey? Wh y d o yo u hu rt your se l f" Sal  drunkly asked as he pressed his lips against Joe's. The taste of alcohol stung in Joe's mouth. He pushed Sal away with all of hus strength."You're drunk, go lay down." Joe weakly stood and stared Sal in the eyes. "I'll eat..." Joe pulled up his sleeves, showing many fresh scars. "I'll stop cutting." He nodded,Sal teared up, understanding every word. "Because," Joe pursed his lips, then chuckled. "Beer tasted bad."