The Med-Student X The Teacher(Boyxboy)

Joey

Jace's POV

Luke cages me against the bed. His hands slide up my shirt to my nipples as his tongue twists with mine. He brings his hands back down to tug at the waist of my jeans.

"I like these jeans on you, but I love taking them off you even more." He breaths against my lips. I kiss him in agreement. I moan as he brings his knee between my legs to rub against my-

"Jace!" An all too familiar voice yells as we hear the front door open and slam shut.

"Why? Why does he always do this to us?" Luke groans, rolling off of me.

"More importantly: Why did we give him a key?" I sigh as I get up. I check to make sure I look decent before making my way (down town, walking fast, and, I'm home bound...sorry) to the living room. 

Once there I find my little brother, Joseph, discarding his bag and shoes. His fluffy, ear-length hair, which he'd recently dyed a light amethyst, is messy from the wind. It's no doubt that he'd walked here. I turn on a light, the sun having set hours ago. Joey smiles upon seeing me and greets me with a hug.

"Hello, Joey. What happened this time? Do moms know your here?" I ask once we pull apart.

"Yep! Max was yelling at me as I left." He says smiling.

"But does she know you came here?" I ask with a wide gesture to the house. Joey shrugs. I sigh. I'll have to let them know that he's here again so they don't have to worry about him going to one of his "friends". "What brings you here this time Joey? Another threesome on the couch?" Joey's visits are at least a monthly thing. For some reason Max and him fight a lot. Probably because they're hot-headed. They've discussed it in therapy, but have yet come to find a solution to stop it completely. Instead of smiling and spilling the beans he just looks down nervously. Strange...

"Oh... Um... It was nothing..." He mumbles. I hear Luke come out of the bed room. He normally tells me everything. No matter how gross or private.

"Are you sure?" I ask him. He peeks up.

"Yeah... Really! It's noth-" 

"Wait." I hear Luke say firmly from behind me before he takes a hold of Joey, cusping his face in his hands. Joey pushes him off.

"Stop that!" He protests, but Luke takes a hold of him again, checking him over.

"Are you using again?" Luke asks. My eyes widen and now that he says that I can see that Joey's pupils are blown, covering a majority of his already dark irises and he's shaking like a leaf.

"No! I'm clean!" Joey protests as he pulls away.

"Then show me your arms." Luke orders.

"No! I don't have too!" Joey says.

"Yes, you do." I say and Joey looks at me with pleading eyes. "If you're clean, like you say, then it shouldn't be a problem." I tell him firmly. He stares at me for a moment before he lowers his head, defeated. Slowly, he rolls up the sleeves of his pullover.

"Joseph!" We say in unison. On his left arm are fresh injection marks among the scars of the old ones. Thankfully, the other arm doesn't have any fresh marks, just fading scars. Luke takes his arm inspecting them. Joey doesn't look up, ashamed. 

"Have you treated these yet?" Luke asks. "No, more importantly: Do we need to take you to the hospital?" Luke asks. Joey shakes his head. 

"Are you sure? You're shaking really bad." I ask, running a hand through his soft hair.

"Yeah, I didn't take that much." He whispers.

"Really?" Luke asks skeptical.

"Yes! I didn't OD if that's what you're worried about. It's just been a while." Joey says.