Not Love At First Sight || TharnType

15. Three Hours Before

THREE HOURS AFTER THEIR FIRST TIME

    Type laid next to Tharn, listening to his quiet and slow breathing. He could feel the pain moving up his backside, throbbing every once in a while. He had managed to get himself up and take a little medicine, but that had only made the pain subside a little. 

    He sighed deeply and turned his head to look at Tharn’s sleeping face. Type could see his eyes moving under his eyelids, Type wondered what he was dreaming about. His bare chest was rising up and down slowly. 

    Type’s eyes traveled down Tharn’s chest, to his hands. The hands that touched him just hours before. The hands that brought him pleasure and made him feel things he had never felt before, let alone from another man. 

    Type turned his head back to the ceiling and sighed. He was suddenly remembering everything that had been happening the fast few days. Everything from Tharn to his parents. They had agreed to take it slow, but now he was suddenly telling his parents he was gay? What was he even thinking?

    He had even told Tharn about Max. That was something he had never once told anyone in his entire life. Not even his parents. It was something he had always kept to himself and always planned to. Now, Tharn comes barging into his life unannounced and Type just lets his walls down. They had sex for fucking christ. He had sex with a man. 

    He hated gay people. He hated anything gay, but something about Tharn changed something in him. With Tharn, he felt safe and warm. He knew that if he stayed locked in those strong arms of his forever he would be safe and sheltered. He also knew that if he did, everything would change. And he was scared of that. 

    He didn’t want to have feelings for a guy. He didn’t want to be gay, but damn, Tharn was so irresistible.

    He pushed himself to sit up on the bed, trying to ignore the searing pain that was shooting up his backside, making him cringe. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and turned to place a hand on Tharn’s cheek. Tharn subconsciously leaned into it.

    There was absolutely nothing in Tharn that reminded him of Max. They were complete opposites. But there was something in Type that couldn’t stop thinking about Max whenever he was with Tharn. 

    He hated that, though. He didn’t want to keep remembering that about himself. He felt a tear slip down his cheek and he looked away, quickly whipping it away. 

    “You know,” Type whispered. “I’ve known you for such a short time, but I feel like everything I do now has something to do with you. At first, I was scared. Hell, I’m still scared. I’m not good with change. No matter where I go, no matter what happens, I can't seem to forget Max. I'm really sorry."

    With that, Type stood up from the bed and took some more pain killer.

    He grabbed his backpack and packed up some more of his clothes before placing a call to his brother, asking him he could book him a hotel for a few nights. And, without questions, as requested, Two did as his brother asked.

    Type changed into something more after taking a quick shower. He grabbed his keys, phone, and jacket before leaving.

    His brother sent him the address of the hotel and he put it in Google Maps and was on his way.

    When he reached the hotel, he looked at Tharn's contact. He wanted to message him, or call him, but he was afraid. His finger hovered above the call icon next to his name before he made his decision to press it.

    Before he could, though, a bicyclist came rushing past him, making him drop his phone which caused it to tumble into the street. He went to grab it but he was held back by two strong arms as it was ran over.

    "What the hell?" Type asked, rushing to get his now broken phone. "This shit only happens to people in the movies."

    "Or people who deserve it." Type looked up at his brother.

    "Shut up."

    Two laughed and shook his head. "Come on, bub. Let's get you upstairs."

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