The Comforts We Despise MxM (Staten Krown)

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"You just going to sit there?" Jonah asked.

Was he really here? Was it the drugs? I got off the bed and started to walk towards him but I wasn't making it. I fell to my knees almost immediately as I noticed how dizzy I was.

Fuck! I didn't want Jonah seeing me like this.

The embarrassment flushed my face in red almost immediately.

"What's wrong with you?"

"He's cool," Mitchell said, "He's just high."

"I got this...you can leave..." Jonah said.

'What?"

Mitchell was being combative. He stood up off the bed. Idiot...didn't he know who the fuck this was. This was Jonah. He didn't stand a chance...

I was in a blur. I was so fucking high.

"What you want to do sir?" Jonah asked, "You want to get in my face that's fine. You decide how far you are willing to go though because I'm willing to go pretty far for him."

Mitchell laughed.

"You must be the boyfriend."

Jonah was on his knees in front of me. He wasn't even facing Mitchell. His hand ran against my face looking at me.

"I am."

God don't look at me like this Jonah.

I don't want you seeing me like this.

"You want me to leave Quashie?" Mitchell asked.

I tried to nod and ended up making an awkward movement with my head and grunting a soft, "yes." He got the clue though. Mitchell was looking hard at me as he walked out of the room though.

Jonah literally picked me up at that point. He put his hands under my ass and wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt like a kid all of a sudden as he did it. I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"You left me."

"I came back for you."

"But you fucking left me! You said you were going to take me to the mountains. You said we'd he happy. Then you left!"

How was it possible for someone to make another person so dependent on them? Was this love? The idea of him leaving had broken me almost completely. He lifted me and carried me to the bathroom and put me on the basin of the sink.

From between my legs he grabbed a cloth...wet it...and put it on my face.

Jonah looked the same...fucking beautiful sexy. He had on his little tight t-shirt and jeans. His beautiful eyes looked like glass as he looked at me. He was so close between my legs. I loved him so fucking much that I hated him at this moment. None of it made sense. Maybe it was the drugs. I wasn't sure.

"So what you taking drugs now?" he asked me.

"Maybe."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You know that boy is the one who was always with Lauren. What the fuck did he give you?"

"Comforts..."

"He gave her the same thing."

"So?"

"So? So! Lauren was high on that shit when she shot up the school! Didn't you see it in her fucking eyes!?"
"Relax I'm not going to shoot up a school."
"That's not the point."

"Right the point is that you left me."

He was being gentle with the cloth on my face. The dampness seemed to be helping to bring me back from my high actually. It cooled on my body. Maybe it was more me fighting it.