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[prettyboylove]

pretty much the standard for us...angst, emo, arguing, cheating, etc.

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[prongs_padfoot]

Andy stirred, feeling a chill that could only mean he was alone in the bed. He sat up and blinked around the room seeing Rick just standing there. Andy got up and crossed to him, wrapping his arms around his lover's chest.

"Have I told you I missed you yet, love?" He nuzzled Rick's neck as he whispered this into his ear. Rick was unusually uptight, especially after a night of sex. "Baby? Whats wrong?"

[prettyboylove]

Rather than causing him to relax as it usually would, Andy's touch only made Rick's shoulders tense. His words drew a little smile to his face, though, "You might've, once or twice, or every time I fucked you..." His hand found Andy's, fingers intertwining easily, palms fitted perfectly together, and his smile dropped. "Do you want the easy answer, Angel?" He whispered, not looking at the other man. He would've liked to pass it off as nothing, but Andy would know, and he would only be more curious.

[romantichaos]

Andy frowned a little and kissed the side of his neck. "I want to know whats wrong, Rick..." He said, holding his boyfriend, his, tighter.

[prettyboylove]

Rick pulled out of his boyfriend's grip a little more roughly than he had meant to and crossed the room, sitting heavily on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. "The easy answer is that I fucked up," he sighed, "The hard part is how badly I fucked up."