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Chapter 29 - Pretty Gay

TW: lots of crying, negative thinking, eating disorders, a rEALLY INTENSE MAKEOUT SESSION

John

"I don't want to go," Alex whispered softly, tears still falling down his face.

"I know, baby," I breathed, stroking his hair. "But this will put him away for a long time, okay? You're 17, so that was considered both normal and statutory rape, baby. He's not coming out for a long time, and when he does, I'll make sure he stays the hell away from us, alright?"

He gave a weak little sob. "I don't want to see his face again."

"I know, baby," I repeated, mumbling into his long hair, kissing his head. I ran my hand back and forth on his arm, swiping my thumb across the palm of his hand. "I think you should see a therapist."

He shook his entire body with his sobs in response, burying himself into my body and the blanket wrapped around us. "N-no," he choked out. "I c-can't, John, they d-don't listen t-to me. T-they all think I-I'm stupid and c-c-can't think for m-myself..."

My heart broke.

I felt tears stream down my face as I buried my face into his chest. He tensed up, but then began running his hands through my hair.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"For what?" I asked softly, coming back up to kiss him on the cheek.

He looked down at his lap. "For existing."

I immediately grabbed his face and made him face me. His eyes were full of sorrow, and had a horrible dull and glassy look to them.

This wasn't my Alex. My Alex was gone. Killed by that monster forever.

A sense of grief filled my chest cavity, making a tear fall down my cheek. Alex's face twisted into an expression of horror and sadness.

"Never say that," I whispered. "I love you so much, and I don't know what I would do if I lost you. You are my everything now, Alexander. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. You have the biggest heart, the best smile, and the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my entire life. I couldn't stop loving you if I tried. And I never want to stop trying."

I leaned forward and kissed his lips. He wrapped his arms around me and made me stay there, melting deeper into our kiss.
Our hands tangled in each other's hair. Our lips kept moving in sync. Shirts came off. Our abdomens pressed together, radiating heat in waves on our skin.

God, he was so skinny, He hadn't eaten in the last few days because he said it made him feel sick. It made me feel like a horrible boyfriend for not properly taking care of him.

His hands drifted down to my neck and entangled his fingers into my hair. (I'm trying to write this scene and not make it too smutty help) His legs wrapped around my waist.

We broke away after a few more minutes, panting heavily, foreheads touching.

He looked up at me, and for a moment, I saw my Alex hiding behind the shell.

"That was pretty gay," he whispered.

I chuckled. "It could be gayer, but not yet." I leaned closer to him so that our lips were almost touching. "As soon as we're able, though?"

He nodded, then eagerly reconnected our lips.

And then the door burst open.

(Well, that was awkward to write. Expect a lot more updates today, peeps!)