[JP] 10 times you said no.
1. He was five years old when his parents went out and didn't come back. His grandmother, always stoic, cool but never unfeeling had tears in her eyes as she knelt in front of him and took her little hand in hers, looking him straight in the eyes as she spoke slowly;
"Kent...sweetheart. Your Mommy and Daddy, they've had to go away to join the angels."
He blinked, the words not really sinking in, standing there as if he waited long enough then they'd come back.
"Whe' be back?"
"They won't. Kent, you and Damien will be coming to live with me. Do you understand?"
She tried to pull him into a hug but he moves violently backwards, tears springing to his eyes, his little legs pumping fast as he ran up the stairs, one word being screamed from his lungs; "No!"
2. "It's just ordinary powder, what harm can it do?" he looked into the bag that he was being offered and instead of the familiar white he expected to see it was a sugary brown and he knew full well what he was being offered wasn't what he wanted. It was a LOT worse than cocaine and a lot more deadly.
"It's the only thing I have, he'll kill you if you don't come back with something for him." Sweep blinked but he knew that Caz would, he'd been in a foul mood all day because he hadn't had a hit, but surely there was more than one dealer in Los Angeles that didn't know Casper as well as this one seemed to.
But he wouldn't take him heroin.
"No, it's fine, I'll so elsewhere."
"Your loss, mate," the other man smirked and disappeared into the darkness.
3. His eyes felt like they were filled with sand as he rubbed them, feeling them droop before he jerked himself awake. The machines blinked steadily in time but he didn't know what they meant and he really didn't give a shit just as long as they kept bleeping.
He yawned widely, watching the slow rise and fall of his best friends chest, trying to ignore the various tubes and wires that marred his handsome body.
It had been 3 days and he hadn't woken up yet. Nor had Sweep slept.
"Mr Sweet?"
"Hmm?" he turned around to see a nurse standing there, worry etched on her face.
"You need to sleep, Mr Sweep, we can set up a bed in the relatives room if you don't want to go home?"
He shook his head, his voice resolute; "No, I'm not leaving him."
4. He was just drifting when suddenly something when very wrong, very wrong indeed. The rhythmic bleeping of the heart monitor was suddenly replaced by one continuous sound and his eyes snapped open, his heart leaping into his throat.
"Caz?" His voice shook as nurses and doctors tried to pull him away as they worked on his best friend;
"Mr Sweep, it's best if you-"
"NO! I'm not leaving him, you can't make me!" he struggled against the larger of the doctor's, his eyes filling with tears. "No. Please. Don't make me leave him. Caz, can't leave, Casper Thomas Penn...don't you fucking LEAVE me!"
5. "I need this, please, please Sweep I'm fine now, just let me have this, I need it. I can't... " Caz's voice broke and he fell to his knees, his body instinctively curling up into a little ball, shaking violently between sobs that made Sweep's heart clench.
He moved behind him, aligning his body with Caz's, holding him close, pressing a kiss to his shoulder which was slick with sweat.
"I'll do anything else you want but you know I can't do that."
"Then kill me," his voice shuddered and he looked up at his with such desperation in his eyes.
"No, Casper."
6. He'd been woken up by a very shaken Sooty, the older man's face almost ashen.
"Sweep, y-you n-need t-to..." he stammered and Sweep had gotten dressed quicker than he had before because for Sooty to be like this it must be bad...or worse.
Caz was in the corner, a bottle in his hand, unseeing, glass strewn out across the floor around him. "H-he hit J-judge, with the b-bottle, it's real bad, Jonesy took him to hospital. Caz tried to g-get away, he kept asking for you, kept saying he'd hurt himself."
Ever so carefully Sweep moved to sit beside Caz, hesitantly putting an arm around his shoulder. "What happened?" he asked slowly, his voice kept calm. He'd had the most experience at this but not even he'd seen Caz this bad since the OD.
"Took Willem. Left," was all Sweep got out of him as Caz raised the bottle, looking down at his arms with such determination. "Can't do this," he mumbled and went to drive the broken shards into his wrist but Sweep grabbed the bottle tightly and held it, wrestling it from him which didn't take that long due to the amount of drugs and drink he'd consumed.
"No Casper, I'll be fucked if I'm losing you again."
7. The music was loud, not just loud it was LOUD.
It was also 3:30 in the am and the party was in no danger of stopping anytime soon. Sweep moved his body behind the man in front and pulled him close, his obvious erection pressing into the other man's backside and he thrilled at the moan that it brought out of him.
Caz turned around and met his kiss and they wrestled for dominance for a short while before Sweep's hand moved downward, cupping him through his trousers, again feeling Caz's moan rather than hearing it.
There came a knock at the door but no one heard it, the men so wrapped up in each other they were practically fucking by the time the door was kicked open and the music was abruptly turned off, the others groaning their annoyance.
"There have been complaints. They're serious," the officer began, but neither Caz nor Sweep stopped what they were doing.
The other officer cleared his throat; "Kindly desist what you are doing while we speak."
Sweep broke away, so completely drunk and high; "No. Kindly fuck off before I get annoyed."
The officer's face was a picture.
8. "Judge, noooo, leave me alone!!" the tickling in his side didn't stop as he squirmed and tried to get away, tears falling down his cheeks, his face red.
"Then admit you're in love with him!"
"Fuck man, EVERYONE knows I'm in love with him, I have been since I was 16 years old!"
"See, that wasn't so difficult was it?"
"Fuck you!" Sweep said with a huge grin.
9. "You're shaking." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact, his body was shaking but he wasn't cold, nor was he scared especially. He had kept something from Caz for the longest time but he'd wanted to, it was for a very good reason.
"Mmhmm."
"Why?"
"Just a-am," his voice wavered as Caz slipped a hand over his balls, squeezing slightly.
"You've never done this before have you?"
"No."
10. Sweep watched Caz and Becca curled up together, sound asleep, and a smile crossed his face. He never thought in a million years that Caz would have the stability he had now, even though they'd just got together. He'd been clean for near enough three weeks and Sweep had never seen him this clear headed even despite the cravings.
"Do you have any regrets?" Steph's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he shook his head. "No, none. He's happy. I'm happy. It's how it should be."
"Kent...sweetheart. Your Mommy and Daddy, they've had to go away to join the angels."
He blinked, the words not really sinking in, standing there as if he waited long enough then they'd come back.
"Whe' be back?"
"They won't. Kent, you and Damien will be coming to live with me. Do you understand?"
She tried to pull him into a hug but he moves violently backwards, tears springing to his eyes, his little legs pumping fast as he ran up the stairs, one word being screamed from his lungs; "No!"
2. "It's just ordinary powder, what harm can it do?" he looked into the bag that he was being offered and instead of the familiar white he expected to see it was a sugary brown and he knew full well what he was being offered wasn't what he wanted. It was a LOT worse than cocaine and a lot more deadly.
"It's the only thing I have, he'll kill you if you don't come back with something for him." Sweep blinked but he knew that Caz would, he'd been in a foul mood all day because he hadn't had a hit, but surely there was more than one dealer in Los Angeles that didn't know Casper as well as this one seemed to.
But he wouldn't take him heroin.
"No, it's fine, I'll so elsewhere."
"Your loss, mate," the other man smirked and disappeared into the darkness.
3. His eyes felt like they were filled with sand as he rubbed them, feeling them droop before he jerked himself awake. The machines blinked steadily in time but he didn't know what they meant and he really didn't give a shit just as long as they kept bleeping.
He yawned widely, watching the slow rise and fall of his best friends chest, trying to ignore the various tubes and wires that marred his handsome body.
It had been 3 days and he hadn't woken up yet. Nor had Sweep slept.
"Mr Sweet?"
"Hmm?" he turned around to see a nurse standing there, worry etched on her face.
"You need to sleep, Mr Sweep, we can set up a bed in the relatives room if you don't want to go home?"
He shook his head, his voice resolute; "No, I'm not leaving him."
4. He was just drifting when suddenly something when very wrong, very wrong indeed. The rhythmic bleeping of the heart monitor was suddenly replaced by one continuous sound and his eyes snapped open, his heart leaping into his throat.
"Caz?" His voice shook as nurses and doctors tried to pull him away as they worked on his best friend;
"Mr Sweep, it's best if you-"
"NO! I'm not leaving him, you can't make me!" he struggled against the larger of the doctor's, his eyes filling with tears. "No. Please. Don't make me leave him. Caz, can't leave, Casper Thomas Penn...don't you fucking LEAVE me!"
5. "I need this, please, please Sweep I'm fine now, just let me have this, I need it. I can't... " Caz's voice broke and he fell to his knees, his body instinctively curling up into a little ball, shaking violently between sobs that made Sweep's heart clench.
He moved behind him, aligning his body with Caz's, holding him close, pressing a kiss to his shoulder which was slick with sweat.
"I'll do anything else you want but you know I can't do that."
"Then kill me," his voice shuddered and he looked up at his with such desperation in his eyes.
"No, Casper."
6. He'd been woken up by a very shaken Sooty, the older man's face almost ashen.
"Sweep, y-you n-need t-to..." he stammered and Sweep had gotten dressed quicker than he had before because for Sooty to be like this it must be bad...or worse.
Caz was in the corner, a bottle in his hand, unseeing, glass strewn out across the floor around him. "H-he hit J-judge, with the b-bottle, it's real bad, Jonesy took him to hospital. Caz tried to g-get away, he kept asking for you, kept saying he'd hurt himself."
Ever so carefully Sweep moved to sit beside Caz, hesitantly putting an arm around his shoulder. "What happened?" he asked slowly, his voice kept calm. He'd had the most experience at this but not even he'd seen Caz this bad since the OD.
"Took Willem. Left," was all Sweep got out of him as Caz raised the bottle, looking down at his arms with such determination. "Can't do this," he mumbled and went to drive the broken shards into his wrist but Sweep grabbed the bottle tightly and held it, wrestling it from him which didn't take that long due to the amount of drugs and drink he'd consumed.
"No Casper, I'll be fucked if I'm losing you again."
7. The music was loud, not just loud it was LOUD.
It was also 3:30 in the am and the party was in no danger of stopping anytime soon. Sweep moved his body behind the man in front and pulled him close, his obvious erection pressing into the other man's backside and he thrilled at the moan that it brought out of him.
Caz turned around and met his kiss and they wrestled for dominance for a short while before Sweep's hand moved downward, cupping him through his trousers, again feeling Caz's moan rather than hearing it.
There came a knock at the door but no one heard it, the men so wrapped up in each other they were practically fucking by the time the door was kicked open and the music was abruptly turned off, the others groaning their annoyance.
"There have been complaints. They're serious," the officer began, but neither Caz nor Sweep stopped what they were doing.
The other officer cleared his throat; "Kindly desist what you are doing while we speak."
Sweep broke away, so completely drunk and high; "No. Kindly fuck off before I get annoyed."
The officer's face was a picture.
8. "Judge, noooo, leave me alone!!" the tickling in his side didn't stop as he squirmed and tried to get away, tears falling down his cheeks, his face red.
"Then admit you're in love with him!"
"Fuck man, EVERYONE knows I'm in love with him, I have been since I was 16 years old!"
"See, that wasn't so difficult was it?"
"Fuck you!" Sweep said with a huge grin.
9. "You're shaking." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact, his body was shaking but he wasn't cold, nor was he scared especially. He had kept something from Caz for the longest time but he'd wanted to, it was for a very good reason.
"Mmhmm."
"Why?"
"Just a-am," his voice wavered as Caz slipped a hand over his balls, squeezing slightly.
"You've never done this before have you?"
"No."
10. Sweep watched Caz and Becca curled up together, sound asleep, and a smile crossed his face. He never thought in a million years that Caz would have the stability he had now, even though they'd just got together. He'd been clean for near enough three weeks and Sweep had never seen him this clear headed even despite the cravings.
"Do you have any regrets?" Steph's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he shook his head. "No, none. He's happy. I'm happy. It's how it should be."