Coming Out

Part Nine

When we get home, I help Jorge walk up the stairs. When we get to my bedroom, he takes his sweater, jeans, and shoes off instantly and crawls under the covers of my bed. I take my shoes off, followed by my shirt and lay down next to him. Jorge lays on his side to face me and I do the same.

"I'm sorry," Jorge sniffles. He hasn't stopped crying since I picked him up. I reach my hand across the bed and rub circles on his cheek with my thumb.

"It's okay, but let's talk about that tomorrow when you're sober, okay?" I give him a small smile when he nods. "Baby, what happened with those guys you were talking about?" I ask the question that's been on my mind the whole drive home.

"They were being stupid."

"What did they do?"

"They were just calling me names. It doesn't matter, though," Jorge's voice cracks.

"It does matter, baby. It's not stupid if it's making you this upset." I rub my hand up and down his arm. Little bumps rise on his skin where I touch him.

"They were drunk," Jorge defends them.

"What did they say?"

"They were just saying that I'm a faggot and stuff," Jorge wipes his nose with the back of his hand. My heart aches for the boy laying next to me.

"Come here," I tug at his arm. He flips around and backs up into me so I'm spooning him. I wrap my arm around him and pull him closer so into my chest. "I love you so much. You know that, right? There's nothing I wouldn't do for you," I whisper in his ear. If I had just sucked it up and went with him I could've stopped them. I could've protected him.

"I know," Jorge flips around so he's facing me again. "I love you."

I lean over and kiss his lips. He tastes like cheap vodka.

"Did you have a good night, though?" I push his hair out of his face. "You know, besides that other stuff."

"Kind of. In the moment I thought I did, but now I just wish I was with you." Jorge sighs. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, baby."

"Do you think to-" Jorge stops mid sentence and sit's straight up. He takes a deep breath before jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. I follow closely behind him.

Jorge's body shakes as he throws up, barely making it into the toilet. I rub his back while he retches. When he's done he lays his head down on the toilet seat.

"Baby, you have some on your chest," I point out some throw up he got on himself. "Here, wipe yourself off while I run you a bath." I wet a washcloth in the sink and hand it to him. I flush the toilet and run him a bath with bubbles in it.

"Take a bath with me?" Jorge begs. He wipes himself up and brushes his teeth quickly. He pulls his boxers down and waits for me.

I smile and nod, helping him into the bath when it's full enough. He leans forward so I can sit behind him. I take my shorts and boxers off before sitting behind him with my legs on either side of him. I pull him back so his back is against my chest.

"Do you feel better?" I rub his stomach lightly.

"Yeah," I closes his eyes and rests his head on my chest. "I'm just sleepy."

"Okay, baby. Well, lets get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed," I grab a cloth to was his body with. I pour some soap on his and push Jorge forward gently and wash his back, leaving kisses here and there. I pull him back into me and wash his chest.

Once he's all cleaned up, he stands up and grabs a towel handing up behind the door. I drain the bath and grab a different towel. I watch him struggle to dry himself off, stumbling around.

"Here, baby, let me help you," I wrap my towel around my waist and grab his. I dry his body off quickly. When he's dry I hang the towel back up and start to dry myself off. He wonders back into my bedroom, so I hurry, not wanting to leave him alone for long.

When I get into the bedroom, Jorge's wrapped up in a blanket on the bed snoring lightly. I smile to myself at this cute boy that's taken over my whole life. I crawl in next t him and pull him onto my chest. He doesn't wake up when I kiss his forehead or tell him goodnight.