A Struggle With Love

Damn.

"What the hell is going on." Asked Jon, noticeably angry.
"Nothing. Just some silly thing between Adam and I, an inside joke if you want."
"Don't lie Russell. You're a crap liar mate."
"Adam and I had a thing."
"A thing?"
"Yeah, well, it was a while ago."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to hate me."
"Hate you? How the hell could I?" Jon shouted in disbelief.
"I love you and you know I do. I have for such a long time, Jon. I know you were worried about me and that you were putting me through things but I put you through so much more pain than you could ever put me through. I'm sorry"
"No."
"What?"
"Don't be sorry."

After a few days worth of waiting Russell was on his last day in the hospital and Jon was there, by his side.

Jon was sat in one of those rickety hospital chairs whilst Russell was sleeping. He was reading a stupid magazine and he couldn't help but think how much he wanted to see Russell awake again. He'd just kiss him. Wouldn't even say a word.

"Hm?" A familiar voice spoke tiredly.
Jon just stood up and walked over to him nervously.
"If this is about Adam I'm sorry." Russell stammered.

He kissed Russell, the most he ever had.
"Shut up." Jon laughed diving on top of him.
Russell immediately took action and rolled over so he was on top.  He kissed Jon, like Oxygen was irrelevant. Jon kissed back but he would never be as good as Russell. He was a natural, his cheeky smirk when he released from kissing and with his strong masculine figure pushing against Jon he was perfect. Russell was also most definitely a biter and Jon loved it.
"Doesn't this hurt you?" Jon moaned as Russell continued to tease him.
He released for a moment.
"I love the pain." He whispered.