One Week ~~11~~
It’s been one week since Trace saw Mason’s new markings, and they have been fighting since. Trace wants to know why Mason did it, and Mason argues that it’s none of his concern with what he does to his own body. Trace couldn’t figure out when Mason was doing it. The boys were always together. He figured the only time Mason could do it was when he was asleep.
Trace remembers the day he found out very well.
They boys hadn’t fought that day, they didn’t speak much, but they didn’t fight, and both took it as a good sign. That night when they slipped into bed, Mason shocked them both by wrapping his arms around Trace and cuddled into him. Trace held Mason as they quietly cried. And when Mason kissed him, it was slow and sweet and it held every apology Mason needed to say. They pulled away and looked at each other, tear spilling over and down their cheeks.
“Trace… Trace I’m sorry.”
“Oh God Mason, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
Both boys kissed again and before either of them actually realized it, Trace was in Mason. Both boys gasped and kissed again as they made love for the first time in a week. A week was a long time, as they were used to going at it two or three times a day. When they were finished, they lay together, not wanting to let the other go. Mason fell asleep in Trace’s arms, and he took this as a sign that things were going to get better, that the boy’s could work through their problems. Trace shut his eyes but didn’t sleep, the crooked smile on his lips.
“Trace?”
Trace didn’t say anything, he was too tired to answer. He felt Mason smirk against his skin and the teen separated himself from Trace, standing up. Trace let out a small noise unintentionally and curled a little tighter when the warmth of Mason was gone. He felt Mason kiss his cheek and pull the blanket over him. Trace kept his eyes shut as he heard the door open but not close. Down the hall, he heard the shower start up. He sighed and sat up, his heart breaking all over again as he heard Mason cry out, half in pain and half in pleasure. He was cutting in the shower, right after they made up. Or at least, Trace thought they did. He picked up a pillow and folded a blanket, and placed them on the floor next to the doorway. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and sat on the edge of the bed.
When Mason walked back into the room, his hair was dry. He turned on the shower just for an excuse if Trace did wake up.
“Trace-”
“Shove it.”
Trace stood up, tears brimming his eyes, and he gently cupped Mason’s face in his hands, crashing their lips together. He pulled back, picked up the blanket and pillow, and went to the guest room.
So for the last three days, they slept separately. And in those three days, their fighting only got worse. Now it was at the point where the boy’s couldn’t even look at each other without getting angry, knowing they were going to be hurt. It seemed they were fighting over the littlest things.
When the last time they did laundry was.
If the volume on the stereo was too loud.
Who’s turn it was to let the dog out.
Who bought the dog.
“Who’s fucking dog is this?”
Trace walked into the kitchen, where Mason was busy cooking something.
“I don’t know I thought you were watching him for someone.”
“Ugh we got to get him out of here, I’m allergic and he keeps sleeping on me.”
Trace said this through a stuffy nose and watery eyes. He glared at Mason for letting the dog in in the first place.
“Don’t blame this on me. I didn’t let him in.”
“Oh, so now I let some disease ridden fleabag that I’M ALLERGIC TO into the house?”
“Well if you didn’t do it, and I didn’t do it who did?”
“I don’t know, ugh, I need to lie down…”
Trace put one hand up to his head and turned to walk back into the living room. He took two steps before staggering a bit and collapsed. Mason rushed to his side and checked to make sure he was alright.
Trace had passed out.
Mason looked him over to make sure he was alright before picking him up and bringing him to their room. He carefully laid Trace in the middle of the bed and pulled a blanket over him, he seemed to be waking up, but he wasn’t quite with him yet. Mason gently ran his hand through Trace’s hair and down his face. He left the room when he was sure Trace was alright. He got a glass of water, some Aspirin’s, and wrote a quick note before setting it on the table. He went downstairs and pushed the dog outside before brewing a pot of coffee.
Trace woke a few hours later. He wasn’t sure what happened, he was walking out of the kitchen… and now he was in bed? He blinked a few times and ran a hand down his face. He looked over at the table and sat up. He swallowed the Aspirin’s and drank the water greedily. He smiled seeing the folded piece of paper.
Trace
When you feel well enough to stand, meet me in the kitchen. Take your time though, you hit your head pretty hard when you passed out. We should talk. We can sort out our problem’s without fighting, right?
xoxo
Mason
P.S. The dog was Anthony’s. Apparently it got out of his car the last time he was here. He came by and picked it up.
Trace smiled and put the note down. He put his feet on the floor and went to stand before getting dizzy and needed to sit again. He took a few deep breaths and stood again, slowly making his way out of the room. He slowly walked downstairs and into the kitchen. The boys smiled at each other and sat at the table, silently deciding not to waste anytime and start talking.
Hours went by as the boys discussed what had set each of them off so easily. Trace found out that Mason was cutting not only because it made him feel, but it got him off as well. Mason found out that Trace wasn’t disturbed by that. The boys held nothing back and at the end of the conversation, Trace felt that everything was going to be alright. He was still at the table while Mason was once again leaning against the counters.
“Trace, I’m done.”
Trace looked up at Mason and stood, grabbing his hands.
“Done?”
“I’m done with this. I’m so sick of fighting over the littlest things and feeling guilty and not-”
“Mace, don’t do this.”
“But I am.”
“Mason, please.”
Trace had tears in his eyes as he understood what was coming.
“I’m done with this, and I’m done with you.”
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Don't hurt me...
oh, I don't know if Trace is allergic to dogs or not, but I just threw it in anyway.
Trace remembers the day he found out very well.
They boys hadn’t fought that day, they didn’t speak much, but they didn’t fight, and both took it as a good sign. That night when they slipped into bed, Mason shocked them both by wrapping his arms around Trace and cuddled into him. Trace held Mason as they quietly cried. And when Mason kissed him, it was slow and sweet and it held every apology Mason needed to say. They pulled away and looked at each other, tear spilling over and down their cheeks.
“Trace… Trace I’m sorry.”
“Oh God Mason, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
Both boys kissed again and before either of them actually realized it, Trace was in Mason. Both boys gasped and kissed again as they made love for the first time in a week. A week was a long time, as they were used to going at it two or three times a day. When they were finished, they lay together, not wanting to let the other go. Mason fell asleep in Trace’s arms, and he took this as a sign that things were going to get better, that the boy’s could work through their problems. Trace shut his eyes but didn’t sleep, the crooked smile on his lips.
“Trace?”
Trace didn’t say anything, he was too tired to answer. He felt Mason smirk against his skin and the teen separated himself from Trace, standing up. Trace let out a small noise unintentionally and curled a little tighter when the warmth of Mason was gone. He felt Mason kiss his cheek and pull the blanket over him. Trace kept his eyes shut as he heard the door open but not close. Down the hall, he heard the shower start up. He sighed and sat up, his heart breaking all over again as he heard Mason cry out, half in pain and half in pleasure. He was cutting in the shower, right after they made up. Or at least, Trace thought they did. He picked up a pillow and folded a blanket, and placed them on the floor next to the doorway. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and sat on the edge of the bed.
When Mason walked back into the room, his hair was dry. He turned on the shower just for an excuse if Trace did wake up.
“Trace-”
“Shove it.”
Trace stood up, tears brimming his eyes, and he gently cupped Mason’s face in his hands, crashing their lips together. He pulled back, picked up the blanket and pillow, and went to the guest room.
So for the last three days, they slept separately. And in those three days, their fighting only got worse. Now it was at the point where the boy’s couldn’t even look at each other without getting angry, knowing they were going to be hurt. It seemed they were fighting over the littlest things.
When the last time they did laundry was.
If the volume on the stereo was too loud.
Who’s turn it was to let the dog out.
Who bought the dog.
“Who’s fucking dog is this?”
Trace walked into the kitchen, where Mason was busy cooking something.
“I don’t know I thought you were watching him for someone.”
“Ugh we got to get him out of here, I’m allergic and he keeps sleeping on me.”
Trace said this through a stuffy nose and watery eyes. He glared at Mason for letting the dog in in the first place.
“Don’t blame this on me. I didn’t let him in.”
“Oh, so now I let some disease ridden fleabag that I’M ALLERGIC TO into the house?”
“Well if you didn’t do it, and I didn’t do it who did?”
“I don’t know, ugh, I need to lie down…”
Trace put one hand up to his head and turned to walk back into the living room. He took two steps before staggering a bit and collapsed. Mason rushed to his side and checked to make sure he was alright.
Trace had passed out.
Mason looked him over to make sure he was alright before picking him up and bringing him to their room. He carefully laid Trace in the middle of the bed and pulled a blanket over him, he seemed to be waking up, but he wasn’t quite with him yet. Mason gently ran his hand through Trace’s hair and down his face. He left the room when he was sure Trace was alright. He got a glass of water, some Aspirin’s, and wrote a quick note before setting it on the table. He went downstairs and pushed the dog outside before brewing a pot of coffee.
Trace woke a few hours later. He wasn’t sure what happened, he was walking out of the kitchen… and now he was in bed? He blinked a few times and ran a hand down his face. He looked over at the table and sat up. He swallowed the Aspirin’s and drank the water greedily. He smiled seeing the folded piece of paper.
Trace
When you feel well enough to stand, meet me in the kitchen. Take your time though, you hit your head pretty hard when you passed out. We should talk. We can sort out our problem’s without fighting, right?
xoxo
Mason
P.S. The dog was Anthony’s. Apparently it got out of his car the last time he was here. He came by and picked it up.
Trace smiled and put the note down. He put his feet on the floor and went to stand before getting dizzy and needed to sit again. He took a few deep breaths and stood again, slowly making his way out of the room. He slowly walked downstairs and into the kitchen. The boys smiled at each other and sat at the table, silently deciding not to waste anytime and start talking.
Hours went by as the boys discussed what had set each of them off so easily. Trace found out that Mason was cutting not only because it made him feel, but it got him off as well. Mason found out that Trace wasn’t disturbed by that. The boys held nothing back and at the end of the conversation, Trace felt that everything was going to be alright. He was still at the table while Mason was once again leaning against the counters.
“Trace, I’m done.”
Trace looked up at Mason and stood, grabbing his hands.
“Done?”
“I’m done with this. I’m so sick of fighting over the littlest things and feeling guilty and not-”
“Mace, don’t do this.”
“But I am.”
“Mason, please.”
Trace had tears in his eyes as he understood what was coming.
“I’m done with this, and I’m done with you.”
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Don't hurt me...
oh, I don't know if Trace is allergic to dogs or not, but I just threw it in anyway.