Disjointed Heart

Chapter Twenty Eight

Long after Mike had called the police from the same phone he had used to call Chester, the blonde found himself shivering, a blanket around his shoulders and a cup of - now lukewarm - coffee in his hand, his back against one of the cars as Mike explained to the cops what had happened for the third time that morning.

He watched as the sun peeked out between thick clouds and as the sky turned brighter and brighter by the second. His eyes watered again as he pictured his hands full of blood, his, Mike's and Mark's. He closed his eyes and let those burning tears fall, seeming to cut through his skin. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at its owner. Mike. He had a small smile but his red, puffy eyes showed how bad he really felt and how drained he was.

Chester set his cup down on the car's hood and removed his blanket, placing it around Mike's shoulders and hugging his lover, finally letting him cry on his shoulder. Mike needed that and Chester knew, so he would give that to him.

"Shh, it's okay, babe, we'll be okay." The blonde said as he hugged his boyfriend tighter and pulled his head to his chest, caressing his nape and hair as the half Asian shook and sobbed.

"H-he had filmed i-it all. I feel so h-humiliated." Mike said as he choked on his own sobs, more tears falling on Chester and the concrete and the latter just silently gasped as he felt his own tears fall as well, hugging Mike tighter. "They said we can go home. They'll talk to us in a few days." Mike said after some good minutes, sniffing.

"Okay. Let's just go home then." They broke the hug and Chester took Mike's hand. It was something unusual but not unwelcome in the slightest, and the half Asian smiled as Chester led him to their home, the two walking together and just silently sharing their love and their pain.

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They got home and both of them agreed that they needed a bath to just wash that all away, and after Chester had shyly offered that they took a relaxing bath together, him and Mike stood on the bathroom, both flustered and not really knowing what to do. Yes, they had had sex already - more than once - but somehow this felt so foreign, so much more intimate. It was like by doing that they'd just show one another the deepest of their scars.

Chester shook his head and turned to fill the bathtub with hot water, as Mike just watched him with fondness.

"What exactly are we waiting for?" Chester asked with a chuckle, not gazing away from the water.

"I... don't know." Mike chuckled back and then the blonde got up, and, surprising both of them, pushed Mike against the wall lightly and kissed his lips. It was not a ferocious kiss, but also not a light one. It was one that was able to entice both of them, but not quite cross the fine line between making out and having sex. "Woah..." Mike breathed out as they parted, Chester was biting his lower lip with a smirk.

"Did you like that?"

"Is that even a question? How could I not like that. C'mere." The half Asian bit his lip and pulled the other in for another kiss, this time caressing his hair and moving his lips all along his jaw with soft pecks. "I love you... so much, Ches." He whispered before he kissed the blonde again.

Chester let himself drown into Mike's touch as he let out little moans in between kisses, and soon, he was running his hands up and down his lover's arm, making the latest shiver.

"I love you, too." The blonde man finally said. "And we should probably get into the bathtub so I can close the faucets before it overflows."

"Shit, right." Mike said as he stepped away from Chester reluctantly and went to close the water taps. He dipped his hand into the warmed water and smiled up at his lover. "Perfect temperature."