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Alone And Together

♂ ( Yaoi/BL Warning) ♂

Dispirited:Adjective

1.having lost enthusiasm and hope; disheartened.

2.(verb)cause (someone) to lose enthusiasm or hope.

Gumball POV:

I grab the navy blue towel,then angrily storm out the bathroom.Not knowing where to go,I rush into the guest room,and lock the door.My body still a bit wet,I start to tremor.My emotions feel tangled within each other,and I now want to go home.I'm not trying to make this a big deal...it's just that I've always been insecure about myself.

When I was in middle school,I took a shower after gym.When I returned out,my clothes were missing,and I had to run around naked to find them.It was the most terrifying day of my life.I cannot even mention the things said about me afterwards *shudder*.

'Why can't he just listen to me for once in a blue moon?' I question myself.I hear knocking on the bedroom door.His house or not,i'm not going to open the door.I don't care how much he begs and pleads.The answer is no.

"Dude,just open the damn door.I hear Marshall say,his voice becoming flustered.I re-wrap the towel around why waist tightly,realizing I left my borrowed clothes inside the bathroom.

"No,not this time." I say bluntly.Maybe if I say in here for about an hour he'll leave me alone.But i'll have to come out eventually.( figuratively and literally...just saying.-olivia)

Marshalls POV:

Remembering Barnaby left my room key (which unlocks all rooms) inside the bathroom yesterday,I silently return to the bathroom to retrieve it.He can't hide from me in my own house.

"That's it,i'm coming in!" I yell,sliding the key into the lock.

Barnabys POV:

Marshalls walks into the room and I feel defeated.I roll my eyes,bothered by the situation.

"Look,I said sorry,can you stop being a prick now?" Marshall said,his voice thick and miffed.I don't respond to his pointless comment,instead I run into the bathroom and change my clothes fast.I open the door to see Marshall standing right in front of it.I don't make eye contact,and shove past him.I walk quickly to his bedroom to grab my things,and prepare to go home.

It took me a while to notice,but Marshall has gotten dressed himself.Signature black skinnies,black tshirt,and a red beanie over his damp,charcoal hair.He stood at the door frame,looking at me with slight sympathy,but mostly annoyance.

"Why do we do this?" I ask,breaking the silence."It's like every time we have a good time with each other,things end up going bad between us.Everyday since we've met it's been that way.Argue,make up,argue,repeat." I say,my voice rises with each word.I feel a rant coming on,and once I start I can't stop.

"All I asked was for you to not turn on the light.I was dumb for letting you in anyway.I'm just so tired of this,Marsh.I'm sick of arguing with you constantly.I've stuck with you through all your phases.All the times you've needed a friend I was there.Why can't you finally be the friend for once?This is why you've been alone your whole life.People leave you because you can never be serious,and it annoys the hell out of me!" I gasp,and cover my mouth tightly with my hands.I didn't mean to say that last part..I don't even know where that came from. "Marshall i'm-"

"Just go."

"I-I.."

"JUST FUCKING GO!" he said with an inflection of anger i've never heard before.

I know I wanted to go before,but I can't leave now.I can't just leave him knowing he's angry with me.I begin to feel my eyes water up.I hug my knees to my chest,and bury my face into the side of my arm.

Marshalls POV:

I had a urge to Punch Gumball,but then he began to cry.What he said triggered a feeling in me.Like the feeling serial killers get on a murder spree- A rage of fury and pure violence.I repeat the words in my head.

"This is why you've been alone your whole life.People leave you because you can never be serious,and it annoys the hell out of me!" The rage jolts back inside me,just thinking about it.

"So it's my fault,huh?You are so fucking right Gumball.I'm the one pushing people away.I pushed my mom to her death.I pushed my dad to leave and never come back.Now i'm pushing you away.Blame it all on me,okay!You're right.I'm a horrible friend.I'm annoying and we never get along.Its funny how we called each other 'best friends'." I rant sarcastically;yet,seriously.

Gumball continues to cry silently,and my anger fades.I trow my head back and sigh.I forgot how super sensitive he can be.He's been through more than me.He's never met his parents,he can't afford to go to college like he wants to,he's been bullied most his life,and on top of that,everyone thinks he's a lesbian girl.

"Bubba..." I say,kneeling down and grabbing his shoulder.He looks up, his blue eyes filled with tears.

"...yeah?" he asked in a soft voice.The voice of an angel.

"Remember when we first met?We were around thirteen or fourteen.I accidentally ran you over with my bike,and my mom felt so bad we invited you and Pepper over for dinner.Every since then,you've been my closest friend.Then Fionna and BMO came along and joined our twosome." Gumball chuckled,and a smirk spread across his face.

"Haha,yeah.Those where the days.Now you're almost twenty and i'm almost nineteen.Where has the time gone?" (btw Marsh failed a grade so that's why he didn't grad. until 19-olivia) Barnaby said,no longer crying.He wiped his tears.

"I'm sorry.I hate fighting with you.What I said was wrong and i'm such a-"

I cut him off,and kissed his lips.I pick Bubba up,and place him into laying position onto the bed.I place my body above his,and begin to crash my lips to his once more.Instead of resisting he pulls off my back tshirt.I do the same by removing his towel.I look him up and down to see his erection. "Hard,already?" I ask,amused.His cheeks turn bloody read,and he just nods."Just shut up and kiss me,please." He said, which surprised me to the maximum.I do as instructed and kiss.I find it so interesting how easily I can turn him on.I wonder what else he'll let me get away with...

Barnabys POV:

Marshall takes both of my arms into one hand,and pins them above my head.Sucking my lips,he uses his free hands and reaches inside my burgundy briefs.I turn my head from his kiss,and try to talk,trying to revoke what he's about to do.Too late though.He grips my penis,and begins giving me a hand job.I let a low moan,and grab onto his wild hair with full pleasure."Faster?" he offers. I just nod my head quick,unable to speak.So,he does as told.The grip moves up and down,faster and faster.I suddenly feel this unknown pressure build up inside me,like fireworks ready to explode.I then release the pressure with a whimper.

Mashalls POV:

After a few strokes I get my answer.I bring out my hand covered in his cum.I can tell he's too embarrassed to look at me.I leave without words to wash my hands.I stare at myself in the mirror and think.I often think of what type of person I am.I'm still not aware of the answer myself.I'm just a boy with anger issue,likes to kiss other guys,and fails hysterically in life.I'm just a lost soul looking for help.Maybe Barnanby is my map.Or maybe he's my dead end. (HINT HINT)

 A/N:

✿ Okay so to me this chapter was not so good,and I suck at writing lemons so woopsie,I tried my best to make it okay.Anyway, if you enjoyed,be sure to vote and comment because it makes me feel good and keeps me motivated,so DON'T FORGET.Thanks for reading,ily so much.:) ✿