Ruin (boyxboy)

That's my boy

If he only knew… then again, he'd probably murder me in my sleep. I'd rather die by his hands than… well, never mind.

-Austin-

"So we doing this or not?" I changed the subject. He looked at the door, then back at me, then back at the door.Making the decision for him, I twisted the lock and pulled out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt for him to wear.

 "We don't have bathrobes in this fancy establishment, but I do have clean clothes for you to sleep in. Now strip."

 "Wh-hat?"

 "Kidding." I laughed though a part of me had to admit I'd been hopeful. "The bathroom's just through there. Go change, I'll be sure to be fully clothed when you come back."

 "Okay." His hands were shaking. I reminded myself to send Uncle Jo a Christmas ham for his advice. On one hand I was glad it led him to me, but on the other, had he decided to go to some other guy I would have probably ended up in prison.

 So, maybe not a ham… A card? Sure, a card would be nice.

 I quickly peeled off my shirt, threw on a pair of workout shorts and lay on the bed. My dad had texted a few things about being nice to Jack and Alex. He also wanted to know how the new meds were. I was so sick and tired of medicine that I wanted to throw something against the wall.

 I was counting on Alan not being a snoop, since my drug collection was happily displayed under my sink, not that he'd even know what the drugs were or how they worked. Even if he did an Internet search for the names he'd be stunned to see over half of them were experimental.

 "Ready." Alan's small voice called from the bathroom as the door opened and the light turned off.

 He was practically swimming in my clothes. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. He looked so damn sexy in my shorts I wanted to charge toward him and rip them from his body.

 Self control.

 I cleared my throat and patted the bed, "I don't bite."

 "But you do lick."

 "Always." I fought to keep my hands at my sides.

 Damn, but they itched to reach out and pull him against me.

 "I won't lick you now, Lamb."

 "Says the wolf," he sang as he slowly made his way over to the bed and sat next to me. "I don't do things like this. Furthermore, I'm only doing this to prove a point to my uncle and myself."

 "And what's that?"

 "That I can live," he said in a low voice. "That I didn't die with them."

 "Them?" I pulled him against my chest.

 "I don't really talk about it much. Not unless you're a doctor and charge over two hundred dollars an hour to scribble stuff on a notepad and prescribe me drugs." His entire body tightened. "Not that I'm on drugs. I'm just—"

 "Alan?"

 "Yeah." He sounded like she was going to cry.

 "It's fine to have help."

 After a few moments of silence where his heartbeat slammed against my hand, he gave a jerky nod. "Thanks."

 "You're welcome. Now, let's be all crazy and go to sleep."

 "Like old people." he laughed.

 "Yeah, exactly like that." Because if he squirmed any more against me I was going to lose my mind. "Goodnight, Lamb."