Don't Fail Me [Boy X Boy]

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I slowly opened my eyes to see bright emerald eyes inches away from mine. I looked around them seeing the face of my best friend. My eyes land on his lips. His lips were a nice light pink. They were small but beautiful. My eyes opened widely as my face flushed red. I quickly jumped away to the other side of the bed and pulled the blanket over my face.

“What’s wrong?” Ian said laying across the bed and pulling the blankets off of my face. My face still flushed red as I looked away avoiding eye contact.

“I’m fine.” I said trying to be calm

“You look sick. I don’t think you should move! STOP MOVING!” Ian yelled as he sat on my holding me down. He placed his hand on my forehead.

“I’m fine!” I said trying to wriggle free

“Your burning up!” Ian frowned “I don’t think you should go running around at almost one in the morning with no shoes on.”

“You’re starting to sound like a mom.” I laughed

“I’d be a great mom!” Ian smiled

“So… Can you move? You’re like crushing my dick.” I smiled with a twinge of pain yet also arousal.

“Sorry must be painful.” Ian laughed as he moved to sit beside me. I slowly sat up smiling softly to myself.

“Very!” I said looking at him smiling wider

“What you wanna do?” Ian did sort of duck lips

“I don’t know. What do you have?” I said flatly

“Um I think we have board games? But That’s not important I’m more worried about your face.” Ian reached out his hand and lightly touched my cheek.

“What about it? I know I’m ugly but don’t hit me while I’m down!” I laughed

“No even though you are that’s not it. Y-You have a bruise… w-was it from your dad?” Ian asked looking into my eyes, his full of worry.

“Yeah but I-It’s really nothing! He does this all the time. He’s just a hom-- a hoe. He’s just a hoe.” I smiled fakely not wanting Ian to worry about me.

“I’ll get some ice.” Ian smiled softly and got up leaving the room quickly. I wished Ian wouldn’t worry. I hate it when he worries. He makes this face that breaks my heart. It’s just so pitiful I can’t even look at him. It physically pains me to look at him when he worries about me. My thoughts are quickly broken when a cold sting touches my bruised cheek. I quickly pull away taking in  sharp breath. I hear Ian laugh as he crawls onto the bed sitting in front of me.

“What the fuck?” I glare at Ian

“Sorry! I had to. You looked so deep in thought!” Ian laughed

“Just give me the ice!” I huffed nervously

“Okay Okay. Don’t get salty Mr.Salt.” Ian said holding out his hand with the ice pack in it. I glare at him and take the ice pack holding it to my face.

“I’m not Mr.Salt. You are…” I grumble

“What! How am I salty? If I’m salty then your…. Vinegary!” Ian defended smiling

“That’s not a thing.” I rolled my eyes trying not to smiled

“I see that!” Ian laughed

“See what?” I said confused

“That smiled! You’re trying to be mad but you know you can’t!” Ian smiled wide

“I’m not smiling!” I say almost laughing

“Yes you are!” Ian said lunging at me knocking me off the bed. My legs stayed on the bed as my back bent from the side of the bed to the floor. Ian held himself up on his arms smiling over me. His legs also on the bed but he was on his stomach smiling like a retard at me.

“I think I have another bruise.” I smiled

“I’m not that fat!” Ian inhaled sharply sarcastically being butt hurt.

“Yes you are.” I smirked. Ian tried to move away and get up but slipped and fell onto me. The air quickly left my body as Ian fell completely of the bed. Once again he sat on a very not nice area. We laughed as Ian held his hands to my chest. He caught himself with his hands to the floor but I guess as he sat up he moved them. I guess it’s a reflex also because my hands immediately fell to his hips as he fell. I’m glad he hasn’t noticed yet.

“Thanks for catching me!” Ian laughed

“I didn’t really have a choice did I?” I smiled

“No. No you didn’t!” Ian returned my smiled

“My back hurts from it being bent like this especially since a what, 200 lbs worth of teenage football player fell on me.” I smiled nervously

“Very funny. I’m only 217 lbs” Ian said sarcastically in a flat tone as crawled off of me.