Bi-Curious (BoyxBoy)

♥︎ Chapter 12 • I Don't Need a Hero ♥︎

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I don't need a hero,
In fact, I never asked for one
I just want you to be safe,
For you to be happy

I never asked you to kill for me,
You need to stop yourself from going down this route
Because once you fall, you can never get back up
Don't try to save me,
I can fend for myself
If you keep giving and giving,
There won't be much of you left

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Bi-Curious
Chapter 12:
"I Don't Need a Hero"

Charlie

Strong arms are wrapped around me, keeping me warm and close as I wake up. As the fuzziness leaves my eyes, I look up to see Ethan's stubbly face and sigh, burying my face back into his chest.

His even breathing alerts me that he's safe and calms me down a bit, but I don't miss the expressions of struggle and uncertainty that paint his face just before he pulls me closer.

Ethan groans and pets my head. "Hey, Charlie."

"Hey. How are you feeling?" I ask, spreading my hand against his bare chest to feel his heartbeat.

"Hurts, but I'm okay."

"Want some medicine?" I ask, looking up into his eyes.

"Yeah, that'd be great." He smiles.

"You'll have to let go of me then." I smirk.

"Ughhhh, fine." He removes his arm. "You're coming right back though."

I scoff, but do just that, handing him water and the medicine. "Do you plan on just holding me all day? Is that like some sort of physical therapy for you?"

"Yes. I love touching." He pulls me closer.

"I've noticed." I grin and kiss him.

He kisses me back and fondles my ass.

"I don't think you're in the best physical condition to be trying to fuck" I chuckle, but don't make any effort to remove his hands.

"I guess. I can still use my mouth though, if you want." He smirks.

"You're too much." Shaking my head, I wrap my arms around him. "If you want to have sex, we can have sex."

"I don't want to just use you." He rolls his eyes. "I'm just offering, if you want. I have to pay you back at some point."

"I don't mind if you use me." I bite my lip.

"No," He shakes his head and moves his hands back to my back. "I'm too docile for that right now."

"Softie."

"I'll fuck you up when I'm healed." He promises.

"I can't wait." I press my lips to his warm skin and close my eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing my back soothingly.

"A little shaken up. I also feel like something bad is going to happen, I just don't know when or what." I confess.

"I shouldn't have put you in that situation." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I promise I'll keep you safe."

"I don't need you to keep me safe, Ethan. I'm a big boy." I bury myself more into him. "I've been taking care of myself for eighteen years. I've been gay for eighteen years, ridiculed and beaten up for it for eight of those years. You don't need to worry about me; I promise. Nobody has ever had to come to my aid. I have this. You don't need to make me your mission."