The Suffering (Chapter 10)
Title: The Suffering (Chapter 10/?)
Author:
violent_x_love
Pairing: Wil Francis/Matt Sanders eventual Wil Francis/Jake Davison
Raiting: R or NC-17
Warnings: Abusive Relationships, violence
Summery: Wil is in a less than perfect relationship and is shocked to find out that a stranger cares about him.
Disclaimer: This never happened, It's all fake.
AN: This one is kinda short... But I had already separated it into 2 parts within this chapter... And I didn't want to separate it again. So yeah. I felt it was a good place to stop this chapter. 11 should be longer. Whenever I start it...
Matt had been sitting on the couch in his living room since Wil took off again. Little guy caused some damage down there, actually. An ice pack was atop Matt's lap in his groin area. He had a bottle of Vodka in one hand and held his head up with the other.
He was drunk... Not too drunk, but drunk enough. He was talking to himself, "Fuck if I let him go that easy. I'm get him back. He's with... Jack? Jake? Jake... Yeah. Where the fuck does he live though?"
He took another sip from the bottle, roughly half empty by now. "I'll find him tomorrow. Do I work tomorrow? Fuck. No? Sunday, tomorrow's Sunday. I'll find him... tomorrow."
He spoke slowly to himself, took one last long sip from the bottle, then put it down on the coffee table near the couch.
He looked towards the stairs, didn't really wanna try to go up them, but he wanted bed. Badly. He removed his ice pack, set it on the couch next to him, then got himself up onto his feet.
"Fuck!" he said when he had made his way to the stairs. He had a headache and his sack hurt.
He was sober enough to figure that it would be in his best interest to crawl up the steps, to avoid falling. It worked, more or less, as he eventually got to the top of the stares.
Back on his feet now, he walked into his room, holding onto the walls to keep himself up. He noticed something out of place immediately, that he hadn't seen while he got dressed... There was a folded piece of paper on the floor, where Wil's pants had been when he had gotten undressed. Matt stumbled over to it, bent down and picked it up, unfolded it. A phone number. Even in his drunken stake, Matt knew it was Jake's number. It had to be...
Wil wasn't so smart after all, letting something so precious fall out of his pocket and into the wrong hands. Now Matt was completely confident, he would find Wil tomorrow. But until then, he would sleep.
***
Jake's alarm clock went off at 8:30 in the morning, signaling another day of work ahead of him. Wil woke up more quickly than Jake did.
"Shit," Jake started, "I wish I could stay here with you all day, but I have work again."
"It's okay, I understand," Wil said as he sat up and whipped his eyes.
"I get home a little earlier today though, I'll be back by 4:00. And tomorrow I have off," he said anxiously, "And then we can do something."
Wil smiled and how happy he seems to make Jake, though they hardly knew each other yet, "That sounds good," he said.
And with that Jake got out of bed and left the room, headed down the hall into the bathroom and started getting himself ready. About 15 minutes later he walked back into his bedroom to tell Wil bye before he left.
"So, I'll see you around 4:00. Are you going to be okay until then?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Remember Matt doesn't know where you are. He doesn't know where I live," Jake reassured.
"Yeah, I know. But he has off work today. So don't be surprised if he stops by the store..." Wil warned him.
"Yeah, it's okay though, because there is a panic button under the counter and if I hit it the cops come. So if he shows up and does anything, I've got that."
"Alright," and Jake's words actually did make him feel a little better. He wouldn't have to worry so much while he was gone.
"Ok, well, I really gotta get going," Jake said, "I'll call when I'm on my way back."
"Bye," Wil said and stood up out of bed, walked over to Jake. Jake smiled at him and just looked at him so... lovingly. He wanted to stay and spend all day in bed next to Wil. But he couldn't. He put one hand on either side of Wil's face, moved in rather close to him and paused a minute. Wil's eyes were already shut, he was already waiting for it. And a moment later he felt Jake's lips against his for the first time.
Author:
violent_x_love
Pairing: Wil Francis/Matt Sanders eventual Wil Francis/Jake Davison
Raiting: R or NC-17
Warnings: Abusive Relationships, violence
Summery: Wil is in a less than perfect relationship and is shocked to find out that a stranger cares about him.
Disclaimer: This never happened, It's all fake.
AN: This one is kinda short... But I had already separated it into 2 parts within this chapter... And I didn't want to separate it again. So yeah. I felt it was a good place to stop this chapter. 11 should be longer. Whenever I start it...
Matt had been sitting on the couch in his living room since Wil took off again. Little guy caused some damage down there, actually. An ice pack was atop Matt's lap in his groin area. He had a bottle of Vodka in one hand and held his head up with the other.
He was drunk... Not too drunk, but drunk enough. He was talking to himself, "Fuck if I let him go that easy. I'm get him back. He's with... Jack? Jake? Jake... Yeah. Where the fuck does he live though?"
He took another sip from the bottle, roughly half empty by now. "I'll find him tomorrow. Do I work tomorrow? Fuck. No? Sunday, tomorrow's Sunday. I'll find him... tomorrow."
He spoke slowly to himself, took one last long sip from the bottle, then put it down on the coffee table near the couch.
He looked towards the stairs, didn't really wanna try to go up them, but he wanted bed. Badly. He removed his ice pack, set it on the couch next to him, then got himself up onto his feet.
"Fuck!" he said when he had made his way to the stairs. He had a headache and his sack hurt.
He was sober enough to figure that it would be in his best interest to crawl up the steps, to avoid falling. It worked, more or less, as he eventually got to the top of the stares.
Back on his feet now, he walked into his room, holding onto the walls to keep himself up. He noticed something out of place immediately, that he hadn't seen while he got dressed... There was a folded piece of paper on the floor, where Wil's pants had been when he had gotten undressed. Matt stumbled over to it, bent down and picked it up, unfolded it. A phone number. Even in his drunken stake, Matt knew it was Jake's number. It had to be...
Wil wasn't so smart after all, letting something so precious fall out of his pocket and into the wrong hands. Now Matt was completely confident, he would find Wil tomorrow. But until then, he would sleep.
***
Jake's alarm clock went off at 8:30 in the morning, signaling another day of work ahead of him. Wil woke up more quickly than Jake did.
"Shit," Jake started, "I wish I could stay here with you all day, but I have work again."
"It's okay, I understand," Wil said as he sat up and whipped his eyes.
"I get home a little earlier today though, I'll be back by 4:00. And tomorrow I have off," he said anxiously, "And then we can do something."
Wil smiled and how happy he seems to make Jake, though they hardly knew each other yet, "That sounds good," he said.
And with that Jake got out of bed and left the room, headed down the hall into the bathroom and started getting himself ready. About 15 minutes later he walked back into his bedroom to tell Wil bye before he left.
"So, I'll see you around 4:00. Are you going to be okay until then?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Remember Matt doesn't know where you are. He doesn't know where I live," Jake reassured.
"Yeah, I know. But he has off work today. So don't be surprised if he stops by the store..." Wil warned him.
"Yeah, it's okay though, because there is a panic button under the counter and if I hit it the cops come. So if he shows up and does anything, I've got that."
"Alright," and Jake's words actually did make him feel a little better. He wouldn't have to worry so much while he was gone.
"Ok, well, I really gotta get going," Jake said, "I'll call when I'm on my way back."
"Bye," Wil said and stood up out of bed, walked over to Jake. Jake smiled at him and just looked at him so... lovingly. He wanted to stay and spend all day in bed next to Wil. But he couldn't. He put one hand on either side of Wil's face, moved in rather close to him and paused a minute. Wil's eyes were already shut, he was already waiting for it. And a moment later he felt Jake's lips against his for the first time.