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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 2:00:32 GMT -5
2 letters in his hands, he held them both tightly as he let out a long sigh. He stood alone in his and his boyfriend’s apartment. He had been screening the male for weeks for two things he didn’t want his boyfriend to find. He was scared shitless of what each of them said. Now on the same day, he held them both. He sat in a red arm chair they had scored at a good will he found in a city next to Manhattan. Their apartment living more towards Soho than anything. He looked outside the big window in their living room, seeing all the people and cars as they drove by 21 stories below. He had a cup of coffee on the nights stand and was sipping it gingerly, letting his fingers slip over the outside of the letter. He finally set them both down in his lap and picked up his coffee, taking another sip. Typically at this time, he would probably be lounging around the apartment naked. Sitting in this chair, looking out into the world. Just a few weeks before he had been overlooking a riot of free gay men as gay marriage was legalized in his state. He wanted to be a part of the party, but he had to work later that night and didn’t want to take part in the festivities. It was something he would have been caught doing had it been a year earlier. Or even two. He let his chocolate brown eyes wander as he felt tears fill to the brim; he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to open the letters, but he didn’t. He certainly did not want his boyfriend to find out what was inside. Monroe Allen VonBoth letters read with different return labels. Finally, he picked up one of the letters and slid his finger underneath the envelope to open it up. He took a deep breath as he pulled out the papers and unfolded them gingerly. His arms were shaking with anticipation as he scanned over the words. He was accepted. He had another year of college ahead of him. The skies didn’t seem as gray as they had been just moments before. He already felt better about his day. He had made just enough money just in time. Then all at once, he felt bad again. His boyfriend had been paying rent for months because he hadn’t been making enough. They had hardly a bite to eat in the house. Just because he wanted to live his dream? Jealousy stabbed his gut and he took in a big breath, slipping the papers into the envelope. What would have happened if he hadn’t made another year? Even more suffrage on his boyfriend. God I’m in love.And although he was guilty, his day felt better. With his boyfriend just in the other room sleeping, he took the second letter in a steady hand. The return label did not mistake, so much for discretion. Planned Parenthood it read in big bold letters with a return label. Like he would really be writing them back. With a steady hand, he ripped open the envelope and pulled out the paper. Monroe had gotten many letters from here before. Ever since he had started his new… “job” he had gotten them regularly. His boyfriend strictly thought he had a job at a mini mart on the other side of town. He worked the graveyard shift, of course. He couldn’t come see him because he had to sleep up for school and work. It wasn’t permanent; he’d have reasonable hours soon. He had cooked up every lie in the book to spoon feed his boyfriend just to get by. He couldn’t let him find out about it, not this way. He opened up the letter and scanned over it. The letter dropped onto the floor from his hands as his face began to fall apart. His eyes teared up and his lip quivered as he brought both of his hands up to his face. Small sobs emitted from his lips. It was 5 in the morning, the sun had just barely come out, and he was HIV positive. It was that one time he wasn’t protected. After many moments of sobbing, he picked himself up and dried his eyes with the backs of his arms. He picked up the paper and ghostly ripped it up and threw it into the garbage in the smallest pieces possible so you would never be able to read it. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed his silk robe off of a chair and slid it onto his thin arms, turned on the coffee pot, put on a happy face and proceeded to make pancakes for the only thing he had hope for anymore.
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Post by hiitskelly on Jul 25, 2011 20:47:20 GMT -5
Rich sighed as he rolled over in their bed. His arm reaching out to wrap around his boyfriend. He felt nothing. "Of course he's not in bed." He mumbled in a slight english accent. He sat up. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, or at least trying to. He laid his head back against the head board, trying to make himself feel more awake. When that didn't work he pushed the covers back, pulling the sleep pants up on his waist more, setting his bare feet on the ground. "Monroe?" He called out, walking towards the smell of pancakes. A bright smile on his lips when he saw his boyfriend standing in front of the stove. He walked over and snaked his arms around the other males waist. Pulling him back against himself, kissing his neck. "I thought you might have come to bed." He mumbled against his skin. Not letting his lips leave his neck. He smiled and set his chin on his shoulder. Looking down at the pancakes. "Those for me?" He asked.
ooc: Ahh rubish. Sorry it's so short. =/
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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 22:22:15 GMT -5
Monroe smiled wildly as though a fire were ripping through a very dry small forrest. He nuzzled back in to Rich's arms as he flipped on of the three or four larger pancakes he made. Goosebumps were sent over his whole body as the other male kissed his neck and he stared down at the slightly over-done on one side breakfest. Actually, all of the pancakes were slightly burnt more on one side then they were on the other. The opposing side was just barely cooked, to top it off. Monroe was definitely not in school studying culinary, that was for sure.
He took the pancake and stacked it on top of the rest of the stack, greasing the pan with non-stick spray then pouring the rest of the batter onti it, making a less than large pancake of an odd shape. Odd shaped as though it were a monster, flat on one side and little splotches from where the batter had dripped.
"Yes silly, of course they are for you. Take as many or as little as you want, I'm not particularly hungry," he said chewing down on his lower lip. He jutted his lower lip out and let out a puff of air to blow his stray hair from his forehead as he looked back down at the monster like pancake. After waiting for what felt like forever, he flipped it to find it, to no surprise over-cooked.
"I'm sorry for not crawling in, I got back late and fell asleep on the couch again when I was taking my shoes off," he apologized in a slightly wandering yet endearing voice. He took the monster pancake off and set it on top of the normal big and round pancakes. It reminded him of the ugly duckling, with it's shape. "Sleep well?"
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Post by hiitskelly on Jul 25, 2011 22:41:32 GMT -5
"You are the best." Rich mumbled to him as he grabbed one of the top pancakes off the stack, taking a bite out of it. He had no problem with it being over cooked. He had actually grown to enjoy it more that way. He pulled himself up onto the counter top. Eating the rest of the pancake watching as Monroe poured in the rest of the batter and flipped it, grinning at the monster shape. "It's fine really.. I just woke up missing you, It's been awhile since you've actually gotten to bed. Let's try not to make a habit of it." He smiled at his boyfriend. Moving his hand out to mess up the males hair. Grabbing the monster pancake, and biting into it. Making rawr noises as he chewed. He watched his boyfriend. He seemed a little off. "Yeah I slept fine.. did you get enough sleep?" he asked reaching out putting his hand on his cheek, letting his thumb slide under his eyes. Not liking how worn he looked. "You look like you could use a good nap."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 22:52:24 GMT -5
Monroe turned off the stove and set the pan on top of the several dirty dishes laying in the sink. He poured a bit of dish soap and warm water into it, then turned it off walking over to Rich. He put both his hands on his neck and pressed there foreheads together so the ends of their noses were also touching. He giggled softly at Rich made noises eating his ugly monster pancake, leaning in and kissing his cheek, because it was very unclassy to kiss a man with his mouth full of food.
"I know, I know! I'm not trying to make a habbit of it, I just come home exausted," Monroe exasperated as he pulled away from Rich and tore the edge off of one of the bigger pancakes, stuffing it into his mouth. He leant against the countertop next to Rich and looked out beyond the kitchen, into the living room for a moment. He took his attention back and looked at Rich again. His handsome boyfriend with willingness to do anything for him.
"I haven't slept yet, well not more than an hour" he explained and then raised his eyebrows, pulling a coffee cup out of the cupboard. "Which is why I made this!" he cheered as he poured some of the ark liquid into his cup. He picked up the powder creamer and dumped enough in to fill more than half of the cup, then about 4 table spoons of sugar. He stirred it up, taking a sip and wincing, the liquid now being an almost white color. "God, it's still so strong," he muttered. Monroe was never the type to drink coffee, his quirky personality keeping him up when needed.
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Post by hiitskelly on Jul 25, 2011 22:59:21 GMT -5
Rich shook his head as he watched Monroe move around the kitchen. "Ick." He made a face as he watched him pour coffee. "No.. you need sleep." He slipped off the counter top. Moving the coffee cup out of his boyfriends hand. Glancing over at the clock on the wall he smiled. "I don't have to be at work for another three hours... that's enough time for an hour nap and a shower." He pulled Monroe from the kitchen, leading the male by his hand back to the bed room. "I miss cuddling." He shoved the male gently onto the bed. Smirking as he crawled in next to him. "So we're going to cuddle and you're going to sleep for an hour." He brushed Monroe's hair away from his eyes as he watched him. "And I'm not going to let you weasel your way out of this. If you were tired enough to fall asleep on the couch, and only got an hour of sleep you need this." He laid back as well. Pulling the comforter up over them. Moving to wrap him in his arms. Holding him close to him. He pressed a soft kiss to his lips, mumbling the work Sleep as he kissed him again.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 23:22:22 GMT -5
Monroe let his boyfriend toss him around and finally, once he was settled in bed, his head felt empty. Suddenly, the weight of the world was on his shoulders, yet he had to keep it behind closed doors. He snuggled up close to Rich and rubbed his nose against his and let out a small sigh.
"I really don't think I could sleep right now dear... but I'd love to cuddle with you until you have to leave me. I can shower with you too. I feel bad that I haven't seen you much the past few weeks..." he said in a soft voice. There was no need to be loud when it was just him and his boyfriend and the soft New York hum outside the iwndow in their room. He shut his eyes for a moment, only to open them back up again. He wrapped his arms around Rich's waist, pulling their bodies tightly together.
He felt a million miles apart from the scene in his room. He had no control over what was going on in his life now, he had fucked up big time. He especially didn't know how to tell Rich. If he didn't tell him, he couldn't get the medication. If he did tell him, Rich would very well know that he had been sleeping with other people. His boyfriend would never understand to the extent the one-sided relationships were.
Monroe couldn't imagine his life without this perfect man. The only person in his life that cared about how much sleep he got. The only person that cared about.... him.
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Post by hiitskelly on Jul 25, 2011 23:28:52 GMT -5
Rich allowed himself to be pulled close. He had missed this. Just laying in bed with Monroe. He let his eyes close with a content smile of his face. He was happy. Life was going great for him. He opened his eyes as the male spoke. "Well... you better get some sleep while I'm at work." He tried to force the subject. He didn't want him to get worn out and beat down because his lack of sleep. "You know I'm off tomorrow." He returned his hands to his hair, playing with it, letting it twist between his fingers. "You should take tonight off." He bit his lip, hoping he would at least think about it. "We could have a totally lazy day." He smiled, moving so he could sit up some. Showing Monroe how much the thought made him happy. "Just you and me, we could stay in bed. Watch sappy romantic movies." He grinned, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend. "Wear no clothes." He let out a small laugh, biting the other males bottom lip as he moved to sit up. "What do you say?"
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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 23:49:37 GMT -5
Monroe's face lit up at the sound of Rich having the day off. It had been forever since he had the day off, and the last time had been ruined by monroe's court date on aspeeding ticket he had gotten. The only time he had ever driven a car in New York, he was pulled over for going 4 miles over the limit. He propped himself up slightly with one arm and elant close to rich with a smile that spread ear to ear, nodding quickly.
"'ll take tonight off... I promise. It can just be me and you, then wake up... just me and you, just me and you," Monroe kept repeating at the ring that came off his tongue as he spilt the words out. He leant forward and elant his head against Rich's chest, closing his eyes. "I'll sleep when you're at work. I promise," he argued, although he knew he probably wouldn't. It wouldn't be the first promise he had broken.
Monroe felt like such a sleazeball laying in bed with his boyfriend, when the idea dawned on him. They couldn't have sex. Him and Rich couldn't have sex, because most of the time it was unprotected. Actually, recently every time had been unprotected! It had been a month since he was last tested, Rich could have HIV!
Monroe started to sweat, his head feeling fuzzy. He sat up quickly and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to stay conscious. His body quivered as he shook his head, pulling away from Rich.
"I need water... a moment.." he muttered, slowly getting up out of bed, then collapsing in the doorway of there bed room, falling unconscious.
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Post by hiitskelly on Jul 25, 2011 23:55:52 GMT -5
Rich couldn't help but chuckle slightly as Monroe kept reapeting his words. He relaxed some. Glad that he was going to take the night off. "I like the sound of that." He held the man close, hugging him tight to his body. Rich could tell something was wrong with the way he was starting to act. "What's wrong?" He was instantly on alert. He sat up, letting Monroe crawl out of bed. "Hey.. what's.." He had reached out for him, and at that exact moment he watched as his boyfriend fell to the ground. He instantly jumped out of bed, moving over to his boyfriend. "Monroe?" He couldn't hide the panic in his voice as he kneeled beside the unconscious male. He started to tap his cheek. "MONROE!" He shouted this time, tapping a little harder. "Fuck. WAKE UP!" He had never been good with panic. He could feel his heart racing. "God dammit." He looked around for his phone.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 26, 2011 0:22:29 GMT -5
"We gather here today in memory of a man who did shit in his life time. Let's take a moment to remeber all the great memories and things he did for us.... you finish? I sure did. Monroe Allen Von was a worthless piece of shit, who should Monroe have never been born. I'm sure when it came time to send him to the afterlife, God and the Devil had to flip a coin to see who would take him. He gave his boyfriend MONROE HIV and he was a isgrace to his parents. Who wants a gay son anyway? And what was that, blaming his whoreing out on school. He could have easily gotten a job at denny's or McDonalds. A fag always takes Fuck. The easy way out and uses his sexuality as a way to get out of a sticky situation. I'm sure thats what got him into this mess, he would have never gotten AIDS and died if it weren't for the sticky situation WAKE UP! he always found himself getting into And another thing, the way eh did his hair? And how he always matched his shoes to his shirts? God dammit Now he has his poor boyfriend worried silly because he's not really dead. Such a drama queen...."
Monroe slowly opened his eyes, sure he had been hearing things in his dream just moments before. He slowly looked up at Rich, and a smile flowered onto his face. It just as quickly discipated as he slowly sat up, clutching both hands to his head. "Headache..." he mumbled so softly it was barely a whisper. He wanted Rich to lean on, something to hold him up, but he didn't know where his trusted boyfriend was.
He slowly withdrew his hands and looked over at Rich the panic in his eyes. He felt bad, yet he wasn't sure what he had done.
"What happened?" he asked in a slightly louder voice, wincing at his own volume. He let his hands fall into his lap as he pulled his legs in indian style.
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Post by hiitskelly on Jul 26, 2011 0:30:30 GMT -5
Rich couldn't help but let out a breath. He gripped Monroe's shoulders, pulling him into a crushing hug. "You idiot." He smacked his head some. "Don't do that to me. God, you had me so scared." He was fine. He ran his fingers through his own hair, messing it up more. He put his hands on Monroe's face. Staring at him. Trying to make sure he wouldn't pass out on him again. "You passed out.. we were just laying in bed, talking. I kissed you and you started to freak out." He started to look into the other boys eyes. Trying to find what was wrong. "You said you needed a moment, and crawled out of bed and fucking passed out on me.. I was this close to calling 9-1-1 you fucker." He held his fingers close together to show him. He returned his hand back to his cheek though. He wasn't really mad. Extremely worried though. "Should I call someone?" He scooted closer to him, still on his knees. "You weren't looking so great this morning.. are you sick?" He asked putting a hand carefully to his forehead. He didn't feel a fever. He frowned as he moved his hand to his cheek, then to the back of his neck. Pulling his head to his, resting his forehead. "I want to help.. tell me what's wrong babe."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 26, 2011 1:09:58 GMT -5
To Monroe, every gentle affectionate touch was a thousand sweet kisses forom this boy he saw as the love of his life. He just sat their quietly and let Rich talk, listening to all he had to say. He sat their still, bringing his knees up to his chest, moving his eyes to stare ahead. Finally, he looked back at Rich through his chocolate brown eyes and reach out, touching his face. He slowly moved onto his knees so he was facing Rich, running his fingers up to touch his hair gently, rustle his fingers through it.
Monroe leant in and gently kissed RIch's lips. he moved to kiss his cheek, and then grze his lips across his neck. He leant back onto his legs again, taking one of Rich's hands in both of his own, squeezing it gentle.
"Don't call anyone.." he said softly as tears filled the corners of his eyes. His eyes became very glassy and distant as he stared into Rich's. All he wanted was to collapse into his arms in bed again and sleep all his worries way. he wanted to sleep, and wake up and not have to ever worry about a thing. He wanted to have hot raunchy sex with Rich and not have to think about would could happen. What could be wrong now.
"I'm very sick." Was all he said, then he got very quiet, letting his gaze drop to the floor. He wasn't sure if he was ready to tell Rich yet or if he would come up with something for now. Wait it off, wait for it to really settle in for himself.
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Post by hiitskelly on Jul 26, 2011 1:27:16 GMT -5
Rich kissed him back. Holding onto his hands as he started to talk. "Sick?" he asked, he licked his lower lip. "How sick.. what kind of sick Monroe?" He frowned. His mind running through about a million different things it could be. Cancer popped up in his mind. "Is it cancer?" He asked, brushing his fingers along his boyfriends cheek. "I can take care of you, I promise. I can help you beat it.." He was getting ahead of himself. Monroe hadn't even answered him. He started to bite on his bottom lip. A nervous habit he had. It felt like it was taking a million years for Monroe to speak. He couldn't take it. "Whatever it is Monroe, I'll take care of you. I love you." He kissed his boyfriends lips. Lingering for a second. "Whatever it is. We can beat it." He mumbled, pressing his lips back against his, his mind obviously still thinking it was cancer.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 26, 2011 1:35:21 GMT -5
"Uhm ,i think it's like the flu or something actually..." Monroe said, coming with a lie on the spot. He had made up his mind, he certainly wasn't ready to tell Rich. He wanted this to stretch on as long as he could make it last. He felt bad for decieving his boyfriend like this, especially after seeing how willing he was to help. It made him feel bad that he even had to think about telling him a lie. Relationships were built off of trust, not one big long lie after another. He felt like he wa caught in a spider's web.
"Yeah, I don't know, I almost passed out at work last night... and I was dry heaving in the bath room. I think I'm going to wait it off. I have been drinking a lot of Four Lokos too... it could be sleep deprivation and dehydration..." he smiled, wiping the corners of his eyes wit his arms. He turned away from Rich so he could lean his body back against his so his back was against his chest, his head resting back on his shoulder.
"I don't have cancer dear, don't worry about it," he smiled, staring up at the ceiling. He grabbed Rich's hands and wrapped them around his tiny waist, letting out a long sigh. "So much for a nap, right? Has it been an hour?" he asked curiously, desperately trying to get his mind off of everything he could.
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