Take The Monsters Away (boyxboy)

Why?

  TW: SELF HARM AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT

He passed out. Probably from exhaustion, or from the alcohol. Who knows, all the
man knows- well his name is James. James is really only thankful that Thomas is alive, really. As he carries the younger man back to his apartment in the pouring rain. As it chills them both to the bone, he's glad as he opens the door to his apartment, laying the boy on his bed.

  The only question is, what the hell does he do about the boy. He goes to his closet, grabbing a black hoodie, and with some grey sweatpants, he hopes they fit. They probably would be to big, considering that boy looks really underweight. Although, his hopes are answered, as the boy sits up, clueless as hell. "Where am I?" Thomas panics and it doesn't take a genius to see he's terrified. "You are at my apartment, you fainted so I took you here." James attempts to soothe the younger boy laying in his bed, the sight must look so wrong. really.

Although, James can't help but stare, bad circumstances, but the boy isn't unattractive. "How old are you?" Thomas questions, checking James up and down. "I'm 27,and you?" James shoots right back. I'm 22 don't make a fucking Taylor Swift joke." Thomas mumbles, apparently reading James's mind. Bright side: James isn't a pedophile. "Look, you need a shower, go down the hallway, make a left, if you need help with the shower just yell and please be fully clothed." James explains, Thomas gets up somberly, dragging himself to the bathroom, with James watching him in pity. The man goes to the kitchen, making a snack for the both of them for when Thomas gets out of the shower.

He forgot to take the razors out of the bathroom.

It takes him no time at all before he's sprinting into the bathroom, not caring if the man is clothed or not, especially when he sees the sight. The younger man, collapsed in the bathtub, fully clothed, blood from his wrists, slowly going down the drain, turning the water a light pinkish color, and Thomas, shaking. "Ja-James." He stutters, while the older man checks his wrists. He turns off the water, grabbing gauze and bandaids from closet. "Thomas it's all gonna be okay." He whispers soothingly while putting putting cotton wrap on the cuts. He's lucky these are just bleeders and he missed his vein.

   The sobs echo around the room, pressuring James with guilt. He grabs a towel, as Thomas whimpers slightly, he's probably really fricking cold. "Here." James passes the younger boy a towel, wrapping him in it, while he also helps him pick him up. He cradles him into a soft hug, quite thankful he made it before Thomas could do something drastic. "I have some clothes you could fit in, there probably be to big for you but they'd work." James explains, putting the Thomas down.

   The younger boy continues to sob, as they walk to the bedroom, even as he sits on the bed while James gets him a hoodie and sweatpants to change into. It's quite cute actually, he can't deny that as the hoodie is loose against Thomas's lean frame. James helps him roll up the sleeves so it doesn't look as loose, before the younger boy crawls into bed. "Listen, I'll check on you every hour okay?" James explains before leaving the room to make up the spare room. It doesn't take him much, so it's done quickly, but he's apprehensive about Thomas. The younger boy making him nervous about if he'll do something else.

       Pushing his worries aside, he tries to focus on the task at hand, which fails miserably. He also remembers the work he has to do for work, leaving him scrambling so he can wake up the next morning. All of his stuff is in his room, shit. He doesn't really wanna disturb Thomas,  but he kinda gotta. He walks into his room, seeing a bundle of blankets laying in the middle of the bed. Thomas.

   He wants to talk to him, he really does, but he doesn't wanna seem like the psychiatrist he is. "Hey Thomas." He calls out softly, forgetting about his stack of work. The bundle on his bed doesn't move, as James sighs somberly. He sits on the edge of the bed, the creaky mattress groaning on the added weight, as he slips off his shoes so he can sit on the bed. Sitting cross-legged, he unwraps the bundle of blankets, making Thomas startled at the sudden movement. James stares at the lifeless, dull, green eyes, sunken eyes, the scar across his cheek, everything really, as it's habit. Well observing people that is. The boy looks up at James, his eyes tired, before laying his head in James's lap.

Startling the shit outta James, who's cheeks turn to a pale blush at the head laying on his lap. They sit in the dark, silence overpowering everything else, besides James's soft humming.

"Hey James." Thomas mumble tiredly.

"Yea?"

"Thanks for saving me."