[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

The nurse came back with a pair of scrubs, and his belongings in a bag. He fished out his piercing, setting his wallet down on the floor. He carefully put the piercing in, running his tongue over the back once it was in. The doctor asked if he could feel him tapping on the cast and he said no. The doctor then started to wrap it in purple tape and he smirked, looking up at Zain. He tugged teasingly on his belt loop, raising his eyebrow.

"Oh, look. A party." Monroe said, watching his dad, mom, and sister walk in. His dad handed him a new phone and he groaned. "It doesn't have any numbers."

"It has mine." His dad said and Monroe rolled his eyes. He took a picture of Zain, then handed it to him.

"I WANNA SIGN IT!" Dash squealed, and Monroe groaned.

"Have at it." He said, and the nurse handed her a pen. She picked it up with her left hand, writing her name across his toes in small, neat letters. His dad drew a lopsided smiley on it, then his mom wrote on it before handing the pen to Monroe, who started to doodle on it.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked as he tugged on his belt loops, raising an eyebrow in challenge. He followed Monroe's gaze to the door when his family walked in, wathing the girl with little interest. A smirk passed his lips as Monrie snapped a picture, and he took the phone, studing the image before saving his number in it, watching them sign Monroe's cast in silence. He wondered if Skylar had left or not, looked up when somebody said they needed to take a look af him. He groaned, not wanting to leave. The nurse shrugged and helped him out of the back brace, pricking at his side again. He just raised an eyebrow comically. "I don't fucking feel nothing," He drawled. She checked his heartrate, then put the brace back on and handed him his bloodied shirt. He eyes it, tossing it in the trash. His jeans weren't much better, bloody and torn. He sat back down again, studying the plastic bracelet around his good wrist. "Motherfuck," He mumbled without a care that the others were there. "I'm not goddamn left handed."

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just laughed. "My sister's naturally left handed. But I broke my right hand when I was in like, first grade, and had to learn to write with my left hand, so I-"

"Bubba, why are your boxers pink?" Dash asked.

"Uh.. Mom washed them with your red dress. Why are you looking at my boxers?"

"I dunno." She said, and shrugged. He pulled on the scrub bottoms, leaning back to look at Zain again.

"So yeah, I'm just used to my left hand." He said, reaching over to tug his jeans down lower. He kissed his stomach, getting an 'EW!' from Dash. He just looked up at him, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. He pulled himself up on his crutches, and his pants fell down to his hips, ready to fall off. He kissed Zain slowly, leaning close.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain huffed in response, wathed him tug at his jeans and smirked faintly. "No pouting," He teased, theb rose an eyebrow at the little girl as Monrie got up. He barely glanced towards his parents, a hand wrapping to rest against his lower back as he kissed him soft and slow, glad he had his breath enough now to at least hold out a kiss. He slid his hand up a bit more, fingers teasing the tips of Monroe's hair as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, closed his eyes before they turned to yellow with his longing. He didn't need the tragedy of having his entire family attached, smirked against Monroe's lips at the amusing thought.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe opened his mouth slowly, running his tongue gently against Zain's. He heard his dad cough in a disapproving manner, and held the kiss out longer just to spite him.

"Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces." He sang suddenly in a high voice and Dash followed suit.

"Can't deny it, can't pretend; Just thought you were the one!" She sang with a smile and Monroe just smiled.

"Are you going to at least introduce your boyfriend?" His mom asked. Monroe gestured to the air on the other side of him.

"Mom, dad. This is Jack. He doesn't exist." He said seriously, and his dad rolled his eyes.

"She meant the boy, son."

"Oh, him? Eh, that's Zain."

"How did you meet?"

"Honestly?" He asked, and his mom nodded. "The mall." And she let out a sigh of relief. He just smirked, walking out the room.

"I wanna come!" Dash complained.

"No." He said, pretty sure his pants were about to fall. "Wanna hide in the bathroom?" He asked with a smirk.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smiled faintly at the two as they sang, at least able to tolerate his sister for now. He smirked at the comment Monroe replied with when asked about a boyfriend. It didn't bother him, they hadn't even thought that far anyway. He rose an eyebrow at Monrie's parents at the introduction though, just watching them silently before following Monroe out the door. "Totally," He huffed, leading him around the corner and into one of the bathrooms without a care which it was. It was empty at least. He eyed Monroe mischievously, and tugged at the loose scrubs in a dare. "How about that test?" He teased, hands running up his chest slowly, then down over his sides.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe smirked, supporting his weight against the edge of the sink. He propped his crutches up against the wall, grabbing Zain by the belt loops and pulling him forward slowly. "I thought we agreed on kissing." He teased, tracing his fingers slowly over the skin above Zain's jeans. He grabbed him gently by the chin, pulling him forward. He kissed him slowly, tracing his hands gently up and down his sides.

"What happens if I get those jeans of yours unbearably tight?" He asked, gently tracing his finger up and down the inside of his leg. "You gonna make me get on my knees?"

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked. "We did," He murmured, allowing himself to be pulled closer. He squirmed in discomfort at the brace, was aware that he couldn't feel Monroe's touch on his right side. The kiss had him parting his lips, tongue sliding over teeth before Monroe was speaking again. "Mm.." He mumbled in response, focusing on the touch.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe ran his hand gently over the front of his jeans, wondering vaguely if he could get him off through the rough fabric. And he was willing to try, too. He traced his fingers slowly over the outline there, his lips finding Zain's once more. He kissed him slowly, tongue finding tongue soon enough. He thought back to how Zain had rough handled him at the mall and whimpered into his mouth, his touch slow and caressing on his jeans. 'He has some strange power over me or something..' He thought before he pulled away to let him catch his breath.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain huffed softly at the touches, completely pleased. As he was pulled in for another kiss he closed his eyes, kissing back slowly, all too aware of Monroe's hand as he did so. When he drew back, Zain drew in a quick, shallow breath, feeling briefly light headed. He pressed his hips up close to Momroe's hand.