the mark

time off

Type couldn't fall asleep. He laid on his bed looking straight at his door biting his lip. Type felt horrible for hitting tharn. Breathing in he didn't know what to do.
For the last hour he had gotten up at least a dozens of times just to lay back down.
Closing his eyes he knew to some point tharn deserved that. To a larger point he knew he didn't deserve it. Not wanting to admit it but he needed that. He needed to feel.
Shaking his head he fell further on the bed closing his eyes fighting not to go see tharn.
Abruptly his phone alarm went off. Only getting 5 hours of sleep he got up groggy. Getting dressed in a dazed, opening his door he got confused.
A note hung on his door. Looking down the hall he shrugged. Reading the note his eye brows twitched.
Type: I've fixed the schedule. On the back is your new one for the next 2 month's. We won't be in the same room anymore.
Type signed deep looking to the other piece of paper attached. Shaking his head he was irritated.
The new schedule had him mainly outside the house doing his grunt work.
"Prick."
Memorizing it he balled it up and threw it to the bed. Closing the door he breathed in, well this is for the best then I'm out of here.
Thinking that type heart sank. Type then went numb.
2 weeks passed and he didn't see tharn not even once. Type regrettably was getting frustrated. Masturbation did nothing for him.
Cumming in his hand he signed. Taking a tissue he wiped his cum.
Closing his eyes he was mad at himself. He never should have came to tharns house and he should never have had sex with him. This was nothing but a mistake.
Slowly his head twitched when tharns mothers words entered his mind.
"Take care of my son"
He shook his head side to side.
"Fuck no."
Breathing in he put his arms over his chest. The man doesent care for anyone and when you actually need him most, he leaves. The night at the Academy flashed in his head.
Stop type. Feel nothing for him. You gave him your heart just to have it thrown in the dirt.
Type kept breathing in deep.
6 more weeks. 6 more weeks.
The next morning type was in a better mood. He had time off. It was Friday and he was able to leave for the weekend.
Getting up quick he wanted to leave. Packing his bag he quickly got dressed. Opening the door he frozed.
Tharn.was leaving his room.
They glared at each other for a moment til type looked angrily down. Walking past he.stopped.
"Where are you going?"
"Check my contract."
Huffing type left.
Tharn looked down.then went back into his room going into he's wall safe. Sitting on the bed he read and read then found out what he needed.
It stated the employee getting to the end can take two days off when they can.
Tharn threw the paper to the wall.
"Fuck." He bit his lip.
At the hotel type laid lazily on the bed.
He smiled.
"I needed to get out of there. Now i can breathe."
However after 5 hours he was bored. In the tub he was smoking and drinking.
Swallowing the contents he put the bottle down to inhale.
Breathing out he leaned his head back.
Staring at the ceiling a horrible idea came inside. He was frustrated and he knew tharn and him were done. Biting his lip he looked to his phone that was on a little table near him.
Should i text lin?
Leaninh his head back. That's a bad idea. Yourll just lead him on. What will tharn.
He closed his eyes.
"Were not a fucking couple type."
Putting out his cigreatte he texted lin.
Lin: are you busy right now?
Tharn was at his computer doing work when his burner cell went off. His eyes narrowed.
One of the nights type was asleep he made sure to copy lins number and make sure he couldn't text him.
Tharn bit his lip. Grabbing the phone he looked and grimaced.
Tharn (has lin): nothing. Why?
Type made a sour face. Lin didn't text like that.
Type:I'm feeling a little frustrated can you meet up?
Tharn gritted his teeth in anger.
Tharn (has lin): where?
Types eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. Lin didn't text like this by now he would be asking about details.
Types brain clicked.
"Tharn you prick."
Type looked down at his erect member.
"You want to play ill play."
He texted him an address.
Type: id like to relieve myself tonight.
Tharn almost threw his phone.
Tharn (has lin): be there in 30.
Type shook his head slamming his phone down.
"This is low even for you tharn."
Tharn looked at the phone throwing it to the wall. He was fuming in anger.
Pacing out the door he got in a car, going to the hotel, livid.