[CLOSED] don't wake me up...

[monroe owen hughes]

"I'm like a ball of rubber. I always bounce back." He said, forcing a smile. It didn't matter what Zain did to him, he would probably still care for him. "I mean.. I've done some really bad things in my life, made some really stupid mistakes.. It happens, Zain.. We make mistakes." He gently ran his finger over Zain's lips before he leaned close, kissing him gently. "Mistakes happen. My dad makes sure to tell me every day what a mistake he made by sleeping with my mom and having me."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain met the kiss softly, then frowned. "You're not a mistake, Monroe... Hell, if I hadn't met you I'd still be sleeping around and hurting myself on drugs..." He touched his cheek, kissing him again.

[monroe owen hughes]

"One man's trash is another man's lifeboat, apparently." He said, wrapping his arms tightly around him. His head was throbbing again, and he hid his face in Zain's neck, pressing close to him. "Why can't I just stay like this? I don't wanna get up and do anything. Ever." Monroe grumbled, kissing his neck gently. He hoped his head would stop hurting, honestly hated having headaches.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain kissed the top of his head, smiling something. "Mm..then stay like this," He breathed with a faint chuckle, gently running his fingers through Monroe's hair. He ran a hand up and down his back, lips finding his shoulder as he pulled his shirt aside some, sucking on the skin there.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe whimpered, digging his nails into Zain's shoulders. He always had too much sexual tension when it came to Zain because he always wanted him. There was never a time he didn't. He tipped his head to the side, pressing closer to Zain. "You're always such a tease.." He complained, his hands sliding down to the bottom of his shirt, then up it so he could touch his back.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain just smirked. "Am I?" He murmured. 'Rip him apart, do more than fuck him.' Zain traced his teeth over the skin, tried ignoring the words and the urge to beat him senseless. Why would he want to hurt him? He didn't...
He held him close, kissing along his jaw gently with a longing breath.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Yes.." Monroe groaned, then Zain's words echoed in his head. 'A relationship doesn't always have to be about sex!' Monroe bit his lip, easing up against him. He turned his head, giving Zain a gentle kiss on the lips. He pulled his arms out from under his shirt, wrapping them loosely around his waist. "I like your voice.. You don't talk enough.." He mumbled.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain met the kiss softly, smiled faintly. "I don't?" He huffed, raising an eyebrow. He hugged him close. "I think I talk to much." He kissed his jaw gently. 'Make his life hell...'
Zain tried pushing it away again.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Maybe you do.. But it's not around me.." He said quietly, tipping his head to the side at the kiss. He slowly ran his hands up and down his back, closing his eyes. He didn't know what to say or do. All he knew was he didn't want any more fighting. "I dunno.. Something about your voice is hypnotic." He said, kissing his nose.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"I guess I should talk around you more, then," He murmured with a smile, kissed him softly.
'Kill him. Make somebody suffer. Show them your rage.'
He stroked Monroe's cheek tenderly.