Homophobia is Gay ~ Jeffmads ☆COMPLETED☆

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"Hey, why don't you come over?" Demyx asked as him and Thomas walked out of the school. Thomas thought about it for a minute. "How long do I have to be there?" He was planning on giving James the best night of his life for Valentine's Day, and he needed time for that. 

"Not long, you could only stay for 30 minutes if you want." Demyx replied. Thomas nodded. "Alright, I'll come," he said as they started walking towards Demyx's car. They both climbed in, closed the doors, buckled their seatbelts, and Demyx started the car. "I have a roommate, but he shouldn't be home today," he commented. Thomas nodded and went to stare at the window, the boys falling into a slightly uncomfortable silence.

When they arrived Demyx's place, Thomas walked inside and awkwardly set his bag by the door. Demyx walked into the kitchen and noticed how nervous Thomas seemed. "Sit down, get comfy, why don't'cha?" he grinned. The boy sat down on the couch and took his shoes off, placing them neatly next t where he was sitting. 

Demyx walked back in, plopping on the couch with two cans in his hand. "Want one?" he offered, holding the can out towards Thomas. He thought about it for a second. It was a can of some type of beer. Risky? Probably. Did Thomas care? No. He shrugged and grabbed it, opening it and taking a sip.

The next few hours were a blur for Thomas.

Him and Demyx talked casually, then Thomas started talking about James. Demyx offered him another drink, which he took happily. But, with every sip, Thomas felt dizzy. Was this what getting drunk felt like? He thought nothing of it, and drank every last drop from the can. 

But, he lost consciousness a few minutes later.

He went in and out, but other than that, everything was black for Thomas.

Thomas slowly opened his eyes, also slowly regaining consciousness. But the sight in front of him was absolutely horrifying. Demyx was on the other side of the couch, hyperventilating. His shirt was off, as well as Thomas' own, and there were purple bruises littering his neck. "Wh-what?"

"Thomas! Y-you tried to g-go down on me!" Demyx choked. Thomas, with wide eyes, apologized frantically. "No, j-just go..." he whispered. Thomas nodded, grabbing his and leaving quickly. The whole back to James' house he sobbed. How and why? Why would he do that? How could he do that? 

But, a part in Thomas' mind screamed that it wasn't true. He remembered falling unconscious. Or maybe it was just his memory blacking out from being drunk...? 

Thomas walked inside the house, throwing his bag down and kicking off his shoes. More sobs ran though his body as he basically sprinted up to James' room. Thomas threw open the door, which James immediately jumped off his bed at. 

"Thomas??!!" James exclaimed. He saw how much of a mess he looked and ran to his side, pulling him into a hug. "What happened? Are you hurt?" James asked, parting Thomas everywhere. Thomas couldn't do or say anything. Just sob. 

Finally, though, he managed to get words out. "I-I'm sorry! I'm s-so sorry!" James looked at him, confused. "For what?" Thomas sighed, closing his eyes and letting more tears stream from his eyes. 

"I-I was at Demyx's house, a-and he offered me two drinks. I th-think I got drunk b-but it's all black i-in my m-memory... B-but he said I tried to rape him!" Thomas' voice broke and his legs gave out, so he collapsed to the floor. James, not thinking rationally, stared down at the boy, emotions and thoughts all a jumbled up mess. 

"Sl-sleep on the couch..." James mumbled out, a wave of tear building strong in his stomach. Thomas nodded and gave one last guilty glance before he rushed back downstairs. James stood for a minute, shaking slightly. Then he slammed the door, the tears rising through his chest, throat and finally to his eyes. 

James let the tears fall as he collapsed on his bed, his face buried in his pillow. Didn't Thomas love him? Why did he do that? Maybe, it was all fake. Maybe, Thomas hadn't really changed. Or maybe, he just dated him out of pity. But there was still a tiny voice in the back of James' mind telling him that it wasn't true, that Thomas even did anything, that Demyx just made him believe that...

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