[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe whimpered, unable to move his hand with Zain's grip on it. He reached over with his other hand, pressing it against him as he kissed his neck slowly, sucking gently on the skin. He gently traced his fingers over him through the front of his pants, kissing his jaw slowly.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain drew in a faint breath and arched some more, grinding up against his hand. He couldn't control his other arm, since his own wrist was in a brace. He tilted his head at the next kiss, eyes closed and lips parted faintly, not caring that they were playing around while others were in the room.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe ran his tongue over Zain's bottom lip, pressing his hand down against him. He leaned closer, kissing him deeper.

"Really, Monroe?" Knox asked, and Monroe whimpered in response, smirking a bit. He broke the kiss to kiss along his jaw again, kissing his ear gently when he got there. He pressed as close as he could, not liking the fact that a brace was between him and Zain's chest.

"I want you so bad.." He breathed, pressing his hand closer, the other helpless in his grip.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain groaned softly, letting out a slow breath as the kiss was broken and Monroe started kissing over his jaw and neck again. He opened his eyes, now a vibrant yellow as his gaze locked on Knox. He smiled hazily, lips parting with a faint moan as he arched against Monroe again.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Mmh.." Monroe whined, pulling his hand away slowly. He sucked gently on his jaw as he slipped a leg between Zain's. He pressed it against him, rocking it painfully slow as he made small marks down his neck. He heard teeth grit, and turned around expecting his dad. But it was just Knox, staring at Spongebob with a blank look on his face and a faint bulge in his pants. Monroe threw a pillow at him.

"What part of 'mine' don't you get, Knox?!" He asked, turning over bitterly. He wrapped his arms around himself, looking down at Jack asleep on the floor cuddling the dog.

"My gosh, Monroe. Are you really gonna pout?" Knox asked, sitting up.

"No. I'm pissed. Why can't I be happy with one person and everyone isn't jumping my dick or wanting them?"

"Monroe.."

"No, Knox. You really don't get it. You fucked a girl and got Jack. You didn't love her. Maybe I actually like someone and I don't want it ruined by anyone else. I'm stupid enough as it is.."

Knox sighed, shaking his head. He picked up Jack, sitting the puppy at Monroe's feet. "Whatever, Monroe. You're making no sense."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain groaned, head tilted back as he pressed up against Monroe's leg, eyes closing. He bit his lip when the two began to argue, yellow eyes opening again to watch them warily. "Monroe..." he reached for him gently, pulling him close again. "Let him be... I was teasing anyway.." He kissed him softly, pulling him close. He wanted to say that Knox wouldn't take him away from him, but didn't want to push it. He was terrified of screwing up, of making a slip and seeming like he was interested in others.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe choked back angry tears, didn't want to cry in front of Knox. Knox just shook his head.

"You used to know how to take a joke." He said, turning to leave. Monroe just glared at him, not caring what he did. He just wanted him to leave.

"It's not funny.." He said quietly, curling up against him for the sake of just doing it. 'You knew he was still going to be the same. He's not gonna change for you. Why don't you just nip it in the bud?' He thought bitterly, burying his face in Zain's neck.