His Boy
Title: His Boy
Author: apodiopsys
Pairing: I wrote it as a Jalex, but I suppose it could be read as whatever pairing.
Rating: R? PG-13?
Summary: If he had been there, his boy would have seen it coming.
Disclaimer: Depending on how you look at it, I do own the whole thing since no names are mentioned. I wrote it with Jalex in mind though, so.
A/N: I wrote this in about fifteen minutes during a free period. Not sure how I feel about it yet. On the upside, I'm about half way through with part two of Hopes&Expectations :D.
The bed feels empty without him. The whole apartment does, his life. It all feels empty without him to fill it - loud and bright, and so, so musical. The whole place feels so empty and grey.
It isn’t what it used to be, what they made it. A home. Their home. All it is now is a collection of rooms, all made up of four walls a window and a door.
He remembers when they first found the apartment - fresh out of highschool and on their own in the world. All they had was a little money in the bank from some crappy afterschool jobs and each other. That was it.
The bed feels empty without him. It isn’t big (just a twin bed. Bigger wouldn’t fit) and he shouldn’t feel so lonely. He misses the closeness; pressed between the cool wall and his boyfriend’s warm body. They used to talk about getting a bigger apartment, a bigger bed.
They were used to sharing a twin bed though, had been doing so since they were both fifteen years old. Bigger would have felt strange.
He hasn’t slept on his own in almost eight years.
The whole apartment seems a little darker. His boy took the life out of the apartment (the life out of him) when he walked through the front door for the last time.
Even the furniture seems sad, covered in a fine layer of dust because he can’t get it together to clean the apartment up.
The fridge is empty too (he doesn’t really eat anymore, just the odd bowl of cereal here and there). It was never him that cook, anyway (“We don’t want to risk food poisoning.” Is what his boy used to joke.) He never went grocery shopping without him either, otherwise all they would have is chocolate chips and chex mix all week.
The whole apartment screams neglect, feels empty and lonely. He looks neglected, feels so, so empty. He can’t remember the last time he showered or shaved, the last time he actually left the apartment.
They had each other, and that was that.
He was always telling him to pay more attention (don’t text and drive, don’t talk on the phone and walk). Multi-tasking hadn’t been his boy’s forte.
If he had known that the last time they had sex was going to be their actual last, (in the shower on the last morning), he would have gone slower, been sweeter, made it last longer.
He shouldn’t have sent him out to get Chinese food dinner by himself. His boy had asked him to come, made those puppy dog eyes and kissed his neck teasingly. He’d refused the whole time, complaining that he was tired and wanted to lay on the couch and watch Tenacious D.
He blames himself now. The psychologist he saw once right after it happened said it was just survivors guilt, said the feeling would fade with time.
It hadn’t so far.
If he’d been there, gone with his boy to get the fucking chow mein and noodles, he wouldn’t have been trying to text him to ask
want sweetnsour sauce on ur rice? (:
and walk at the same time. If he had been there, he would have seen the red hand saying, “LOL no don’t walk now, walk when theres a little green man instead.”
If he had been there, his boy wouldn’t have walked into road, right into the path of an on-coming car.
If he had been there, his boy would have seen it coming.
The bed feels so empty without him. So does the rest of his life.
A/N II: eniko/ encsibe drew fanart or whatever it's called here omg it's so pretty I just cannot
Author: apodiopsys
Pairing: I wrote it as a Jalex, but I suppose it could be read as whatever pairing.
Rating: R? PG-13?
Summary: If he had been there, his boy would have seen it coming.
Disclaimer: Depending on how you look at it, I do own the whole thing since no names are mentioned. I wrote it with Jalex in mind though, so.
A/N: I wrote this in about fifteen minutes during a free period. Not sure how I feel about it yet. On the upside, I'm about half way through with part two of Hopes&Expectations :D.
The bed feels empty without him. The whole apartment does, his life. It all feels empty without him to fill it - loud and bright, and so, so musical. The whole place feels so empty and grey.
It isn’t what it used to be, what they made it. A home. Their home. All it is now is a collection of rooms, all made up of four walls a window and a door.
He remembers when they first found the apartment - fresh out of highschool and on their own in the world. All they had was a little money in the bank from some crappy afterschool jobs and each other. That was it.
The bed feels empty without him. It isn’t big (just a twin bed. Bigger wouldn’t fit) and he shouldn’t feel so lonely. He misses the closeness; pressed between the cool wall and his boyfriend’s warm body. They used to talk about getting a bigger apartment, a bigger bed.
They were used to sharing a twin bed though, had been doing so since they were both fifteen years old. Bigger would have felt strange.
He hasn’t slept on his own in almost eight years.
The whole apartment seems a little darker. His boy took the life out of the apartment (the life out of him) when he walked through the front door for the last time.
Even the furniture seems sad, covered in a fine layer of dust because he can’t get it together to clean the apartment up.
The fridge is empty too (he doesn’t really eat anymore, just the odd bowl of cereal here and there). It was never him that cook, anyway (“We don’t want to risk food poisoning.” Is what his boy used to joke.) He never went grocery shopping without him either, otherwise all they would have is chocolate chips and chex mix all week.
The whole apartment screams neglect, feels empty and lonely. He looks neglected, feels so, so empty. He can’t remember the last time he showered or shaved, the last time he actually left the apartment.
They had each other, and that was that.
He was always telling him to pay more attention (don’t text and drive, don’t talk on the phone and walk). Multi-tasking hadn’t been his boy’s forte.
If he had known that the last time they had sex was going to be their actual last, (in the shower on the last morning), he would have gone slower, been sweeter, made it last longer.
He shouldn’t have sent him out to get Chinese food dinner by himself. His boy had asked him to come, made those puppy dog eyes and kissed his neck teasingly. He’d refused the whole time, complaining that he was tired and wanted to lay on the couch and watch Tenacious D.
He blames himself now. The psychologist he saw once right after it happened said it was just survivors guilt, said the feeling would fade with time.
It hadn’t so far.
If he’d been there, gone with his boy to get the fucking chow mein and noodles, he wouldn’t have been trying to text him to ask
want sweetnsour sauce on ur rice? (:
and walk at the same time. If he had been there, he would have seen the red hand saying, “LOL no don’t walk now, walk when theres a little green man instead.”
If he had been there, his boy wouldn’t have walked into road, right into the path of an on-coming car.
If he had been there, his boy would have seen it coming.
The bed feels so empty without him. So does the rest of his life.
A/N II: eniko/ encsibe drew fanart or whatever it's called here omg it's so pretty I just cannot