The Price of Love (Boyxboy)

11

alex p.o.v.

I walked into the bathroom and removed the last few layers of my clothing. I turned the water on and moved it to the hottest setting. I stepped in, flinching when the heated water hit my skin. I stuck my head under the stream and allowed the water to rinse off the smell of the hospital. I shivered thinking about it, then forced myself to stop.

I poured an ample amount of shampoo into my hand and rubbed it through my hair, then allowed the soap to run down my sides. I scrubbed my skin, trying to get rid of any traces left on me.

I thought about this morning. I had woken up on the hard bench. I almost regretted it, but when I saw Dean, I knew I had made the right choice by staying. He had looked exhausted and frail. I saw him jump when he woke up. I think he was afraid someone was going to hurt him again. I smiled thinking about how easily he had laid his head against my chest. I wondered if he had felt my heart speed up a bit when he did.

Then earlier, in the elevator. He sounded so hopeful when he asked if I would be at work. I made up my mind that I would either find some way to comfort him or just call in sick.

Finally clean, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a thin towel around my waist. I walked into my room and searched for a clean pair of sweatpants. When I found a pair, I dropped the towel and stepped into them. I dried my chest and hair as well as I could before throwing the towel into the bathroom. I grabbed a random shirt out of my closet and pulled it over my head.

I felt slightly bad about not watching a movie with him right away. I hadn't meant to leave so quickly, but the hospital smell had been overwhelming.

I quickly set up the movie Dean had wanted to watch - House of Boys or something. It sounded okay, I guess. As long as it wasn't a gay porno I could probably handle it.

I heard Dean's shower stop and I sat on the couch, watching the previews. When they had all finished and Dean still hadn't come out, I began to get worried. I got up from the couch and walked over to Dean's room. I was just about to knock when the door swung open. Dean stood in his towel, dripping wet. I glanced drown at his lower torso and an image from last night flashed through my mind. I quickly looked away.

"Do you have any sweatpants I can borrow?" Dean asked. I looked at his room and saw that clothes had been thrown carelessly around. I laughed in relief that he hadn't hurt himself.

"Yeah sure. I've got some in my room." I led him into my room and pulled out my last pair of sweats. He took them gratefully and headed back into his room. He came out a moment later wearing my sweats and a tank that had blue stripes running across it. His hair was tousled, but still managed to look good.

I walked to the couch and jumped onto it, stretching my legs all the way across the cushions. I thought that Dean would just sit on the chair, but when a mass of muscle and bones landed on me, I realized I was wrong. I groaned and tried to move Dean off of me, but he just laughed.

"The queen deserves a pillow," Dean said. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me.

"Does it have to be a body pillow?" I complained. Dean laughed and reached for the remote. He pressed play then flipped over. He rested his head against my chest and I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach. This was a bad idea.

The sun went down quickly, and I became more engaged in the movie. I tried not to look when I saw the boys start stripping. It seemed wrong somehow.

I watched with a sort of detached interest as the movie continued. When the make out scene came on, I shifted uncomfortably. I felt myself twitch, and my eyes widened until I thought they would pop out of their sockets.

Did Dean feel that?

dean p.o.v.

Did Alex just get turned on by that? I mean, yeah, I guess the scene was a little...provocative, but there were a lot hotter scenes. Not to mention, it was two guys...

Did it finally work?

Have I turned him?

I looked at him as he shifted again. His face looked uncomfortable. I smiled a little, watching him, no longer interested in the movie. I moved the hand I had been lying on into his damp hair. I propped myself up a bit, playing with his hair. I moved it away from his forehead up into a quiff, then flattened it again on his head. I was about to make a braid when I realized that Alex was watching me too.

I stared at him, a small smile tugging the corners of my mouth up. Alex returned the smile. I stared into his eyes. There were so many different shades of blue in his eyes, I could literally count like fifty. For a second, they looked happy, then a scared look flashed through them and he looked away.

I used my free hand to move his face back towards me, the movie long forgotten.

"Hey. What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head slightly and looked away again. I sighed and lay my head back onto his chest. Every now and then, I would glance up at him. I thought I saw a tear in the corner of his eye when the boy died, but then I blinked and it was gone. I allowed my own tear to slip out before I wiped it away.

"Okay, time for Burlesque," Alex declared. I pouted as he pushed me off of him, then arranged myself into a more comfortable position. The night had set in, but I still watched Alex's face in the flickering light of the TV. For some reason he didn't seem as interested in this movie, despite the almost nude girls dancing around.

I smiled.

It wasn't much, but I'd take what I could get.

Suddenly, something important occurred to me.

"Alex!" I shouted loudly. He paused the movie and looked up at me.

"What?" He asked.

"Cookie dough!" I said excitedly. I scrambled off of him and raced to the kitchen. I pulled open the fridge and immediately saw the fresh roll of cookie dough sitting on the shelf. I grabbed it and snatched a spoon out of the silverware drawer. I cut the end open quickly and scooped a huge bite out onto my spoon. I put the spoon in my mouth and ate everything on the spoon. I'm pretty due I made an orgasmic noise it was so good.

"Oi, can you bring me a spoon?" Alex asked. I grinned and grabbed a spoon for him, then walked over with my spoon in my mouth and his in one hand, the cookie dough clutched tight in the other.

I handed him the spoon and he resumed the movie, scooping out a large amount of cookie dough into his spoon and eating it while staring intensely at the screen. I almost laughed at him. He looked ridiculous eating cookie dough and watching Burlesque.

We finished the roll quickly. Too quickly, to be honest. I looked sadly at the empty wrapper in my hands. Suddenly, something on it caught my attention.

PLEASE DO NOT EAT RAW COOKIE DOUGH.

I giggled.

Oops.

When the movie finished, Alex changed over to Netflix. He played the episode he had stopped on last time. We watched in a comfortable silence. I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I shook my head a couple times and even pinched myself in an attempt to wake up, but my eyes fluttered shut regardless. I slid down so my head was resting against Alex's chest again. I held him tight as the sounds of the episode continued to play. Right before I drifted off, I felt an hand tangle in my hair and play mindlessly with it.

I smiled and snuggled closer to Alex before slipping into sleep.

-

I felt arms underneath me, carrying me into my room. I clutched at the person as they lay me down on my bed and pulled the covers over me. I pulled them down hard against me and winced a little as they hit my ribs.

"Dean, let go. I have to go to bed," a voice said softly. Hands were gently prying my arms away from the person, and though I tried to resist, I was weak and tired. I let my arms slip away from around them. I tried to say I didn't want to be alone, that I was too scared, but I was too tired to say anything.

I heard the door close and I pulled the sheets tighter around me. My eyes tried to seek out any movements in the shadows, but they were closing and I couldn't keep them open long enough to see if there was anyone in my room.

I drifted back to sleep.