hiitskelly
Cum Guzzler
we got inches away and I never even got close
Posts: 125
|
Post by hiitskelly on Jul 27, 2011 13:02:12 GMT -5
About a week later Rich could be found sitting on the couch. He had just gotten off work. He stared at the white envelope laying on his leg. He didn't know how long he had been staring at it. He checked his wrist watch, surprised. "Twenty minutes." He shook his head, biting on his thumb nail out of nerves. He hadn't really been around Monroe much. Forcing himself to take extra shifts since he was the only one with a job now. He scoffed at the thought. Not that he'd call Monroe cheating on him a job. He bit his lip. He knew only of one thing that would make this easier for him. He walked into the kitchen, tossing the unopened letter on the counter top. He pulled a new bottle of vodka from the freezer. He wasn't going to drink like he had last time, instead he poured some into a cup. Staring at the letter as he slowly drank some.
|
|
|
Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 13:07:46 GMT -5
Monroe raced up the stair case of the apartment buidling, his hand shaking as he tried to open the door. He shoved the key into the slot, twisting it to throw the door open. He noticed that the door had already been unlocked, meaning Rich was home. For the past week, the tension in the house had been high. They had gone through 3 bottles of cheap vodka, but never once did they share a drink together. On the bright side, they hadn't had a night like the one just a week's previous either. He just drank enough to fall asleep curled up on the couch, because he had noticed that Rich only wanted to cuddle when he was drunk. Since then, Monroe had felt almost entirely alone in the apartment. But now, he rushed into the kitchen forgetting about all walls the two had built around eachother and with a broad smile on his face, he cheered "I got the job!"
The smile slowly discipated as he looked and saw the cursed envelope on the counter top and his eyes faded to horror. His eyes fell to the round after glancing at the cup of vodka Rich was drinking straight. he let out a small breath chewning down on his lip, his once ecstatic body movements now falling totally still. He was speechless.
|
|
hiitskelly
Cum Guzzler
we got inches away and I never even got close
Posts: 125
|
Post by hiitskelly on Jul 27, 2011 13:20:31 GMT -5
Rich looked up. His eyes blank. He didn't say anything just stared. "Great." He took another drink. He screwed the lid on the bottle of vodka, placing it back in the freezer. He leaned against the counter top. Setting the glass down on the counter top. He picked up the envelope. He could feel his heart racing in his chest. He could feel his finger tips shaking some as he slowly ripped the envelope open. He read the letter. He got very still. "Right." He licked his lower lip, turning and holding onto the counter top for support. He couldn't believe it. Fucking HIV. "Shit." He didn't think that he could stand. He let himself fall onto the ground, sobbing as he leaned against the fridge, all the emotions he had been holding in the past week or so were let out.
|
|
|
Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 13:26:41 GMT -5
Monroe stared at Rich, hsis body trembling in fear. As he saw Rich collapse onto the ground, he knew the answer. He knew exactly what that letter said. He watched him fall onto the floor in front of him, slowly sinking to his knees as well. He was truely speechless. He hung his head, no words would come to his lips for this moment. He felt totally worthless. He had given the one thing he loved most an expiration date. "Shit," he mumbled softly to himself shaking his head. Tears filled his eyes as they slowly slid down his cheeks. He couldn't believe it. At least before the letter came, he had hope that there could be a different outcome. Now, there was nothing. He slowly let his eyes follow up to Rich, not knowing what to expect now.
He wanted to comfort the man, to take him into his arms and tell him everything would be okay, they could work through this together. But he felt like what Rich needed most was a moment to let it sink in. He didn't actually know what to say, since everything wouldn't be all right. This disease just got worse as time progressed.
|
|
hiitskelly
Cum Guzzler
we got inches away and I never even got close
Posts: 125
|
Post by hiitskelly on Jul 27, 2011 13:38:34 GMT -5
"Oh God." He groaned, covering his face with his hands after a few minutes of crying. He was scared. He didn't know what to expect with this disease. He ran his fingers through his hair. This was it. This is it. This was what was going to kill him. He stared into space. Shaking his head some. How was this fair? He was faithful to his boyfriend. He had never cheated. Never even flirted with another guy. "I can't believe this." His heart was still beating in his chest, he felt cold. The panic feeling made his stomach hurt. "I can not believe this.."
|
|
|
Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 13:50:32 GMT -5
"I-i'm sorry," monroe stuttered out, raising his eyes to look up at Rich. The shock and horror on his face made Monroe's stomach turn. He looked back down at the ground, really unsure of how to go about this. Slowly he stood up and walked into the kitchen, closer to rRich, knealing about a foot away from him. There was a question burning in the back of his ehad, something he had been wondering since the night Rich got tested. Something that really involved both of them and everything they meant to each other. He bit down on his lip, looking at the tiled floor, then slowly brought his eyes back up to Rich's.
"So what does this mean for us...?" he said in a tiny voice, as though the world around him were going to open up and swallow him whole.
|
|
hiitskelly
Cum Guzzler
we got inches away and I never even got close
Posts: 125
|
Post by hiitskelly on Jul 27, 2011 13:57:07 GMT -5
Rich looked at him. He had pretty much forgotten how Monroe had stormed in. Announcing his job. He opened his mouth to say something. But he couldn't find the words. He took a deep breath. Trying to relax himself so he could speak. "Us.." He managed to mutter. He hadn't even thought about him and Monroe. He shook his head, trying to think about the fact that he had a boyfriend. "Well.. no one would want me now.." He hadn't meant for the words to come out as rough as they had. He couldn't help but blame this all on Monroe. It was his fault after all. "Even if I wanted to leave you.. who would want to be with me now."
|
|
|
Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 14:06:10 GMT -5
It stung, bad. Like an angry bee with a butcher knife stinger. Monroe really had no comeback for Rich, because after all, he was right. he stayed there for a moment, then stood up, looking down on Rich. "I'm just going to give you a moment," he told him, reaching into the cupboard and pulling out a glass. He grabbed the vodka from the fridge, pouring it into the glas, then screwing the cap back on and shoving it into the freezer, shutting the door. He started to walk from the kitchen, then took a sip of the alcohol, feeling it burn all the way down his throat and into his chest, making a face at the sting. He looked at Rich again and cleared his throat, trying to gain composure again. "I still love you," he simply said, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch. He took another sip from the glass, staring at the blank TV screen.
|
|
hiitskelly
Cum Guzzler
we got inches away and I never even got close
Posts: 125
|
Post by hiitskelly on Jul 27, 2011 14:16:36 GMT -5
Rich knew he had hurt Monroe. But it was the truth. He had thought about it all week. He had to accept it. This was his life now. He had gotten this from him. Because he didn't think they had enough money. He bit his lip. He had learned to accept this. He had to for the sake of their relationship. He sighed. Watching as Monroe poured himself a drink. He stood up, staring at the letter on the counter top. He word POSITIVE seemed to shout up at him. He ran his fingers through his hair. Gulping down the rest of the vodka. He wasn't sure how much he had drank this past week, it was now his way to cope with things. He sighed, closing his eyes. He clenched his jaw when he heard Monroe. He had to bite back a hurtful response. He couldn't tell you how many time the past week he had thought of all the things he would do if he didn't have HIV. From leaving Monroe. To staying with him to take care of him. In all honesty he couldn't really picturing himself leaving the boy. It just wouldn't happen. It would hurt him to much. "Okay.." He turned walking over to the couch, he sat down next to Monroe. "This.. this is going to be really hard Monroe..I don't want to lose you.. this is happening to the both of us now.. I can't turn back time.. no matter how much I... no we want."
|
|
|
Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 14:31:43 GMT -5
Monroe didn't look at Rich at first when he sat on the couch. He continued to stare ahead at the tv, taking another gulp of the vodka down. He could feel his figners getting fuzzy and set the glass on a coaster on te coffee table, not wanting to drnk it to fast because he didn't really want to be drunk. He just wanted his body to relax, all his muscles were as tight as a virgin in a prison cell. His body would ache from time to time from the tension. He was still hurt from Rich's words, but he knew he needed to get off of his high horse, because it was his fault, and he needed to face it. If Rich blamed him for it the rest of his life, all he could do was take it.
He turned slightly on the couch so he could see Rich and rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward slightly. He took a moment to think about his words precisely. Luckily, he wasn't buzzed enough yet that he couldn't think straight. "If I could fix it, trust me I would... I'm sure things will get worse, if they ever do get better between us... I understand how hard this will be on both of us. I still need to know what we're going to do about us though... I know it sounds selfish, because you just figured out you're HIV positive but... I don't know. maybe we shouldn't talk about us right now. What are you thinking?"
|
|
hiitskelly
Cum Guzzler
we got inches away and I never even got close
Posts: 125
|
Post by hiitskelly on Jul 27, 2011 14:47:11 GMT -5
"I have no idea." He reached over, putting his hand on Monroe's cheek. It was the first real touch he had given him in a little over a week. That night that he had returned he was pretty drunk. He had pretty much avoided his boyfriend. Taking up extra shifts, or working doubles. Not only for the money, but as a way to escape the feeling in the apartment. "Everything's going to be fine." He promised. He would help Monroe through this. Monroe would help him. He knew that. "I just want to forget about this.. all this shit for one night." He whispered, his thumb running along Monroes cheek. "We'll be spendingthe rest of our lives worrying about this.. let's just go out please. We can celebrate.." He smiled some, "You said you got a job.. let's go celebrate and forget this."
|
|
|
Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 14:52:53 GMT -5
Monroe looked up at Rich with a sad smile plastered over his face. He wanted to tell Rich how they could never forget about this, but he wasn't going too. He just stayed quiet for a moment, reachingup to put his hand over Rich's hand. Butterflies ricochet off the walls of his stomach at the simple touch. He had forgotten how much he missed his boyfriend, it had been the longest ammount of time they had ever not wanted to see eachother. Sure, they had gotten in fights before but they never lasted over two days.
"At first I thought you meant celebrate this," he chuckled in what wasn't a really funny chuckle. He smiled and brought Rich's hands to his lips, kissing each of the fingers gingerly. He let the hand sit back on his cheek again, locking eyes with Rich. "One ngiht can't hurt us, let's go. Let's celebrate us, us as humans, us as lovers, us as being alive. Right now. Being here together," he said softly, he reached one hand out and rested it on Rich's knee. "Let's go forget about everything, then come back here and make passionate, protected love to one another."
|
|
hiitskelly
Cum Guzzler
we got inches away and I never even got close
Posts: 125
|
Post by hiitskelly on Jul 27, 2011 15:03:47 GMT -5
Rich nodded. He needed to change if they were going out. He moved to stand up, but then Monroe started to kiss each of his fingers. "Yes.." Rich breathed out. He carefully moved forward, closing the few inches between them. Pressing his lips against Monroes. After a few seconds, he stood up. Moving to the bed room. Trying to pull his work shirt off as he walk. Finally it came off and he tossed it onto their bed. He went to the small closet they shared. Luckily he didn't have to many clothes. Pulling out a plain blue shirt. Pulling it over his bear chest. He didn't really feel the need to change out of his jeans. He stepped into the bathroom, brushing his teeth, and trying to get the blonde hair just right. He sighed, giving up on it. "Almost ready?" He called out to Monroe. He was determined to not think about any of their problems tonight. Bills, hiv, work. Nothing. He just wanted to go out with his boyfriend to a club, drink and be with him.
|
|
|
Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 15:16:05 GMT -5
Monroe got up, looking down at his outfit. He had worn practically a suit to his job interview. he had on pinstrriped pants that hugged his legs and a black button up top with a red tie and black dress shoes. These were the kinds of things normal men wore out to clubs. He loosend his tie and took it off over his head, then undid his shirt, pulling it off of his arms. He untied his shoes, kicking them off, then quickly took his pants off so he was just standing in his black breifs. He picked up the pile of clothing and tossed it into the dirty clothes hamper, walking into the room and looking through the closet after Rich had went into the bathroom. He took out a pair of black pants which were ripped into slashes so you could see skin from just about every angle. He slipped them on, then pulled out a very low cut black v-neck, pulling it on over his head. This, was wearing a lot of clothes for him. He grabbed his converse frm the bottom of his closet, sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on.
"Yeah hold on," he called out, walking into the bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush, stanidng beside Rich and quickly squirted toothpaste on it, brushing his teeth. He gagged as he brushed his tongue, spitting out the foam then wiping his mouth on the hand towel. He ran a brush through his hair then picked up the can of aquanet, using the aerosol can over his whole head. He set it down, fluffing his hair slightly, then went close to the mirror, piicking up a stick of eyeliner, sketching his eyes out as quick as he could in the mirror.
"How do I look?"
|
|
hiitskelly
Cum Guzzler
we got inches away and I never even got close
Posts: 125
|
Post by hiitskelly on Jul 27, 2011 15:21:01 GMT -5
Rich leaned back against the door frame as watched Monroe get ready. He smiled when he asked how he looked. "Great." He wrapped his arm around his boyfriends waist. Setting his chin on his shoulder. He clenched his draw, a few second later he forced himself to relax. "As usual." He kissed his neck lightly. Before lifting his hands to his own hair. Sliding his fingers through the blonde locks, trying to get them to look normal. He had ran his fingers through his hair to much at work. Having been way to stressed. Worrying about his results. "Now if my hair would just be normal we could go." He complained, pulling at the blonde mess.
|
|