The Price of Love (Boyxboy)

8

alex p.o.v.

"Fuck," I swore. I pushed Camille off of me as soon as the door slammed behind Dean. I stumbled over to my dresser and pulled on the sweatpants I had carelessly thrown over the top. I shoved my door open, ignoring Camille's questions and protests.

Running straight to Dean's room, I burst through the door, but didn't see him anywhere. I headed for the bathroom door, and tried the knob. It was locked.

"Dean!" I said, rattling the door knob.

"What do you want Alex?" Dean asked. His voice sounded broken and raw.

"Dean, let me in. You said you wanted something," I said carefully.

"That was before I saw you fucking some random whore instead of wondering where the fuck your roommate was!" Dean shouted. Guilt clutched at my chest. I stayed silent for a second before trying again.

"Dean, I'm sorry."

There was a pause for a second before I heard the door unlock. It swung open, revealing a shirtless Dean. His pants hung loosely off his hips, and he didn't have an air of confidence surrounding him anymore. His shoulders were hunched, and he was clutching his arms to his chest. He was staring at the floor, hiding his face.

"Dean...what happened?" I asked softly. Dean lifted his head, and I gasped.

His entire face was swollen, covered in bruises and small cuts. A trail of blood had trickled out of his nose and dried to the skin above his lips. Bruised skin covered the rest of him, along with a long cut that looked like it had come from a fingernail. It looked like it was painful for him to stand.

I pushed the door open farther and walked into the bathroom. I turned the water on in the tub, and made sure it was warm but not scalding before I turned to Dean.

"Take off your pants," I said quickly before blushing after thinking about what I had just said. Dean reached for his button, wincing. I walked over to him and undid it quickly. I pulled his pants down slowly, being careful not to touch any skin. I didn't want him to be in more pain than necessary.

When I had removed his pants, I looked up at Dean, making sure I avoided looking at his manhood. He smirked.

"Usually after my clients do that, I get some head," Dean said suggestively. He winked, then winced.

"Not tonight Dean. Get in the tub," I said. He did as I had asked, settling in the low water. It turned a pinkish red as the cuts on his torso bled into the water. I saw the pain on his face, and I winced in sympathy.

I put a small amount of the soap I found in the corner of the tub on a loufa that had been hanging on the tub nozzle. I gently started to wash his torso. I noticed he winced as I dragged it lightly over his ribs.

"Did you get hit in the ribs?" I asked. Dean nodded through his discomfort. I pressed gently against one of his ribs, and Dean cried out in pain. I removed my finger instantly.

"Dean, I think you have a broken rib. Maybe two," I said. Dean looked away. I continued to clean him, washing the blood away. I drained the tub a few times and refilled it, to make sure he wasn't sitting in bloddy water. But every time I refilled it, it immediately took a pinkish tinge.

I had finished washing his front, and there was nothing else bleeding, so I came to the simple conclusion that he must have been cut on his back or something, and thats why the tub kept turning pink.

"Flip over so I can clean the cut on your back," I said. Dean grimaced.

"It's not on my back," he said, and flipped over. I sucked my breath in as he turned. His back was flawless. No skin had been broken at all anywhere on his back. But when my eyes travelled down farther, I located the source of the bleeding quickly.