| Chapter 1 - In The Night |
| He whimpered but held still. The hand in the middle of his back made it hard for him to breathe. The dead weight of the man on top of him was stifling. "Please move," he whispered, though he wasn't sure whether or not he had been heard. A grunt came form deep inside the man's chest as he rolled off the younger man. He reached out and patted the bare skin on the younger mans bottom, the bottom he had just penetrated. "Hey baby, are you okay," he asked, his voice getting soft as he relaxed. The younger man didn't respond, he simply stared at the wall. No he was not okay, he thought to himself, he had not been okay in a long time. There was a sharp pinch on his thigh and he sucked in his breath. Turning he looked into the eyes of the hand that had pinched him. "I asked you a question," the voice growled. "Don't make me have to punish you; it�s been a good night." The pale green eyes of the younger man filled with tears as he nodded and turned away again. He felt the other man roll over and he suddenly felt very tired. He heard the distinct snore of the other man and knew that it was safe to go back to his own room. He slipped out of the bed, listening to a reaction from the sleeping form. The man grunted but didn't say anything. The green-eyed youngster slipped on his boxers and then a pair of soft flannel pajamas. He smiled when he felt the softness against his skin, it was one of the few comforts he had these days. He slipped into the hallway and waved at the bodyguard at the end of the hall. Despite himself he hoped that someone would confront him. Someone would force him to face the facts. Force him to talk about his problem, maybe that would make the nightmares stop. He slipped under the covers on his bed, grateful that Chris had fallen asleep a long time ago. It sucked having to look into a pair of inquisitive eyes. If he had to make up on more lie...Snuggling a white bear that some girl had thrown at him on the last tour, he fell asleep. |