Eduardo x Jon Story

Pizza

Idk, I'm improvising...and hungry.

Jon was unsure of where exactly he was going, but that didn't really matter. He was pissed and needed a walk. He needed to get drunk. He needed something.
Strangely, he recalled his mother's opinion on alcohol. When he was a young boy, his mother had constantly preached that drinking was bad for you. That your body and mind was a valuable temple, deserving of only the best.
.....
Despite his great respect for his mother, and possibly one of the only people who'd gave two shits about him, he could give less of a damn about his 'temple' now.

After ten shots of Irish whiskey and advisory from the bartender to stop before Jon puked from alcohol poisoning, Jon stood irritably and stalked out of the bar.
He couldn't even get the least bit tipsy. Every time he felt the welcome warmth of drunkenness, he was always pulled back. Always reviving from any toxin. Even if it was to his own accord.
He'd felt like tearing his hair out.

Jon knew that was pointless, so instead he roamed the empty streets.
During his idle stroll he happened upon a pizza place at a nearby gas station.
He knew he'd have to go back to the shabby motel at some point, but he really didn't want to see him again.

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It had been a full two hours before Jon returned to the motel where Eduardo was still very well tied up.

"I thought you weren't coming back."

Jon did not grace him with an answer as he passed the man's bed into the small kitchen area.
He placed a few slices of the pizza he bought onto two plates.
He then came to the beds, setting Eduardo's beside his torso before sitting with his own meal.

Eduardo stared at the plate and frowned, "now you're just being a dick."
Jon ignored the man and continued to eat.

Eduardo being a bit upset with the silent treatment turned away from the offending plate.
"Fine, 'm not hungry anyway," he lied.
Did he actually deserve this?
He asked himself that truthfully. Then again, he was a huge asshole to Jon...really since they had met as school children.

Jon watched the larger sulk before giving in with a sigh. He'd finished his own pizza and moved to the other's bed.
Grabbing the other plate he sat at the side of Eduardo, holding a slice out to him, "get up."

"I don't feel like it," Eduardo answered him, glaring straight ahead.
Jon rolled his eyes, "quit being an ass and sit up."

Eduardo had gotten up then, albeit reluctantly.
He laid back against the headboard and Jon lifted the pizza to his mouth.

"Are you literally trying to feed me right now?" Eduardo huffed.

"Yes, now eat."

"No."

"I don't have all night to cater to you."

"Well, if you'd free my hands, I  could eat myself."

Jon looked him in the eyes then, "I don't trust you."

Eduardo scoffed, "and you trusted me before?"

"Yes."

The brunnette looked back the shorter, "you did?" He asked in amazement as if he were almost relieved.

Jon shoved the pizza into his mouth, "just eat already."

Eduardo ate the pizza defeatedly.
When he'd finished, Jon had held out another slice while he stared absent mindedly at a crack on the wall.

He gained back his focus when he felt a warm wetness glide across his fingers. He'd jumped in reaction and whipped his head back around to see Eduardo, who's mouth was full of pizza crust.
He chewed nonchalantly and soon caught the man's glare.
Eduardo let out a muffled but cocky "what?" He was feigning innocence, Jon could tell.

Jon grimaced at the sight, "don't speak with your mouth full."

Eduardo swallowed, "why are you watching?"
Jon bristled, "you used to embarrass me about that in front company all the time!"

The brunette tilted his head down, "yeah...about that-"
Jon silenced him with a sigh, "it doesn't matter, just eat another slice and shut up."

Jon immediately stood to throw away both plates once Eduardo was finished eating and ran away to his own bed. He shut off the lamp without word of goodnight.
He stared at the offending hand and rubbed his fingers over the place it was intimately touched.
It was the first thing he'd actually felt with human contact in a long while. It had him feeling strange, as if he were in a warm haze.

Jon shook himself out of it though. He couldn't allow himself to feel that way. He was angry at him damnit!