I am NOT attracted to my boss! (MxB Yaoi) *Completed*

Stages of Grief ~14!

Kyles’s POV:

Everything passed in a blur. The door being kicked open, the medics taking Marcus out of my hands, me too shocked to do anything, Mr Everett being taken back to the hospital.

When I woke up from my trance, I was next to a closed-eyed Marcus, tubes coming out of his nose, and IV pumping unknown substances. (BTW- Thanks to @Phaggett for reminding me about the tubes xD). I lift my hand out from his grasp and stroke his cheek.

“Wake up baby.” I whisper. He doesn’t stir, so I start to shake him. “Marcus? Marcus? Wake up!” The doors swing open and a nurse sits me down.

“What’s wrong with Marcus? Why isn’t he waking up?” I ask frantically. The nurse looks solemnly at me.

“He’s in a coma he may not wake up.” I looked at the nurse in shock as her words.

“What? No! He can’t be! No. He’s ok. I know he is! WAKE HIM UP!” I shake the nurse’s shoulders.

“Please, calm down, I understa–” “No! No you don’t! You don’t understand.” Tears create paths down my face, dripping down my chin. A doctor comes into the room. “Excuse me, I need to look at Mr Everett, may you please leave for a while.” I stare watery-eyed and the doctor and walk out of the white room, but not before glancing at Marcus’s life-less body lying limp on the bed.

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I climb onto my bed and wrap my duvet to form human cocoon. Wet tears dampened my pillow as I cried myself to sleep.

“Marcus… Come back to me.”

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For the next 3 days, I wouldn’t leave my house. I only left my bedroom for the toilet and food. Closing my door from another trip to the bathroom, I curl myself into a familiar cocoon, flipping my pillow over so that my face won’t be covered by my tears. I welcomed the sleep that covered me.

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The next day when I wake up, my feelings have turned 360°. I’m pissed. No. I am more that pissed. I’m fúcking boiling with fury. I throw my duvet, but I get more frustrated when I realise that my leg is still trapped in the duvet. I pick up the warm fabric and pull it off my leg before flinging it to my door. My pillow follows. I open my wardrobe and pull each article of clothing from its hanger. I look around at my room, my lamp knocked over, clothes scattered everywhere, making my floor multi-coloured. I grab my pillow and duvet, dropping it on the bed before belly-flopping after it.

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I am awakened later by someone knocking on my door.

“Who is it?” I croak. “Lori. I came to check up on you, I haven’t seen you around.” She replies.

“I want to be left alone.” I flip my pillow over. I hear her sigh and the door creaks open.

“Oh, my dear. Get up, I won’t have you mourning when no-one has died. Marcus is only in a coma.” She opens my curtains. The bright light blinds me, so I pull my duvet over my head.

“It’s the same thing.” I groan. “He isn’t moving around and talking, is he?”

“I have good news though!” Her voice sounds excited. “That horrid man is in jail, the court date was yesterday. Got away with a measly 10 months in prison and 120 hours community service. Got off easy I tell you.”

Hey em, It’s your sis.

She somehow convinces me to visit Marcus. I take a deep breath and open the door. Taking a seat beside his bed, I hold his warm-ish cold-ish hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t save you. If only I found you earlier. If only I wasn’t so mean when you told me what happened. If only we had talked it out like normal people.” An involuntary tear falls from my eye. “Please wake up. I miss you like the sun misses the flower in winter.” (A/N- Guess where I got the “I miss you like the sun misses the flower from for a dedication!)

Smooth hands hug me from behind as I do my work.

“How’s my sexy boyfriend?” I chuckle and turn around, encasing Marcus’s smaller frame with my arms.

“Good, now that you’re here.” I lower my lips to his delicious ones. I brush my tongue along the seam of his lips. His lips don’t budge open. I growl playfully and squeeze his delectable ass and smile in victory when he gasps and I slide my tongue in. His tongue and mine wrap around each other. Flipping us around, I move one of my hands to his hair. His hands rub my chest, a moan escaping when a hand touches my right nipple.

 

“Jump.” I tell him and his legs wrap around my waist. I sit him on my desk. Our clothes are ripped off. I move my lips to his neck and shoulders. I stop pecking when I reach his collarbone. I create a hickey while Marcus moans. I kiss down to his nipples and give them the same amount of attention. I am rewarded by his addictive moans. I pull of his pants, wrapping my hand around his c0ck. I lick a bead of pre-cum from his head.

 

Wrapping my mouth around his head, swirling my tongue around him. Slowly, I lower my head until I feel the tip touching the back of my throat. Hands grip my hair, pushing my head. My nose is buried in the jungle of hair. I bob my head back and forth, steadying my breathing.

 

I suck harder when his moans and groans become louder. Knowing he was near the edge, I suck harder, moving my head faster. He releases his fluids into my mouth, my name echoing around the room.

“I love you.” We say to each other.

 

“Kyle. Kyle…”

 

My eyes flutter open, disappointment sinks in when I realise it was a dream. Mrs Everett looks at me in concern.

“Are you alright Kyle?” I blush and nod slowly. She looks unconvinced but lets it go.

Marcus’s hand suddenly comes to life, squeezing mine.

(A/N- I was gonna leave it there, but that would be too mean.)

I immediately turn to my angel’s beautiful face.

“Baby?” I whisper. His eyes gradually open slowly. A groan escapes his lips, which doesn’t help with my erecti0n.

“Where am I?” He asks. “At the hospital.” I looks around the room.

“Who are you?” He asks me. I freeze in shock.

“W-w-what?” I splutter. A grin breaks out on his face.

“I’m kidding. Thanks for saving me by the way.” I smile. He really is my angel.

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FINALLY WROTE IT! YAY! <3

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