[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe slowly kissed along his jaw, figuring he didn't have to breathe hard for that. He wasn't used to using his right hand for anything, making his strokes slow and calculated. He was using his left hand to caress his side, knew he couldn't feel anything on his right side. He started to kiss over his neck, pressing his hand closer. "Your bite marks are fading.." He breathed against his neck. He knew his parents had seen the marks. He had his shirt off. But he liked them there, liked the way they hurt afterwards, like a constant reminder of who was in control here.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"Are they..?" Zain murmured with a smirk, tilting his head to the side. "We could change that," He teased, clearing his throat. He leaned close, kissed his shoulder gently. He wrapped arms carefully around him, not wanting to make him lose his balance.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe nodded, running his hand slowly up and down his side. He didn't stop rubbing the front of his jeans, but very well couldn't move any closer. He was already on the very edge of the sink. He slowly traced his kisses back up to his jaw, making it a point to whimper close to his ear. "Maybe I don't want you to.." He challenged, pressing his hand even closer. It was a tedious effort, especially for Monroe, who was horribly impatient.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain groaned softly at the touch. "No?" He growled in his ear as he pressed his chest carefully closer. He wondered how bad his ribs had been, chest and lungs aching. He had stitches along his ribs, bandaged over, but rathered not look.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe's heart started pounding a little faster, and he started to fumble with the button on Zain's jeans. "Nope.." He teased, even if it was what he wanted badly. He was pretty sure that by the time the pants came off, Zain would be out of breath and his own head would be hurting too hard to go any further. Which was exactly why he would settle for using his hands. He didn't undo his zipper, slowly tracing his fingers over the skin inside his jeans. His new phone went off, and he groaned, so tired of everyone being a cockblock today. He read the text, and groaned again. "Dad says I gotta go." He whined nasally. "Do you wanna come over after dinner? They're probably gonna take Dash to see that movie she wanted, so it would be just you and me and the game room." He pulled his chin closer, kissing him gently.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain drew in a breath of longing, sucking tenderly on Monroe's neck, determined to make a mark. He pulled away as Monroe's phone buzzed and he groaned, and he smirked faintly. "Mm..sure," He drawled, smirked. "I'll make Sky dump me off on his way to the bar." He kissed him slowly, tongue brushing his lower lip, then stepped back.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe opened his mouth slowly, leaning close. He was so close to falling off the sink that it wasn't even funny. He used his crutches to stand up, pulling up his low riding pants. He made his way out of the bathroom, and back to his room, where his family was waiting.

"Where you go?" Dash asked.

"Nowhere. We were talking." He said, and she nodded, puzzled by the idea of two people talking. His mom and dad left the room, his mother saying goodbye to Zain. Dash stayed behind, watching Monroe rub his sore, scraped hand.

"What you do?" She asked.

"Cut my hand." He said.

"I'll take care of you. I'm a doctor." She said, and he smiled.

"Okay, doctor Dash." He said. He kissed Zain's cheek before he followed her out of the room, Dash walking backwards to guide him.

"Wall." He told her, and she turned around, moving away from the wall. "We're never gonna get out to the car like this, Dash. Just walk."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Monroe kissed him goodbye, watching the girl with a little more interest than before. He smirked, then wandered off the find Skylar on the other side of the hospital. "What's'she doin'?" He dropped beside his cousin, who shrugged. "Talking to some crazy, mental dude who killed a bunch of kids or something. She asked a nurse to meet him."

After a moment she came out, Zain poking fun at her as the three left the hospital. "Skylar, Skylarrr..." Zain complained as they passed a pet store with somebody sitting outside, a rescue dog and her litter of puppies for adoption. He was half out of the car before Skylar even stopped. And even though he was only gone ten minutes he came back with a fluffy white pup, a dog bed, food, treats and a toy.

"Jesus," Skylar complained, shaking his head and driving back to the apartment.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe got into the car with his sister, helping her to buckle in. His dad drove them all back to the house, and his mother ordered pizza, complaining that she didn't feel like cooking after a ten hour flight back home. Monroe made his dad go upstairs and move him into the game room, since he couldn't make it up the stairs. His dad brought his clothes down in a hamper, and at the bottom, Monroe found his Playboy magazines, the new issue on top. He smirked, climbing into the bed in the game room. It was massive compared to the bed in his room. He laid back, reading his magazine.

"Monroe! We're leaving!" His mother called.

"Okay! Don't die!"

"We don't drive into trees." His dad retorted, and Monroe smirked. Dash jumped in, hugging him tight before she bounced back out. He whistled at one of the pictures, raising an eyebrow.

"Woah." He commented, then tossed it aside, grabbing the remote to the big flat screen on the other wall.

[zain marshal rhoston]

After Zain managed to bug Skylar enough, he finally agreed to drop him off. Zain managed to remember the general direction of the house, and it wasn't hard to spot once they were there. Skylar handed him his pain medication and the box of dog stuff, and Zain scooped up the pup, eyeing the empty driveway before knocking loudly on the door. He tested the handle, shrugging, and walked in. "Honey I'm home," He yowled, looking around curiously.