My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Thread Topic: My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Randson tilted his head innocently. "..You didn't hear me? I saiiid, I'm willing to bet I have the best life out of anyone." He smiled fondly at the older, not even realizing how dumb he was for bragging at a time like this.
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That was it for Wynter; he couldn't take it. Of course the kid had it best, he had it made. The bragging was too much for him. He stood up ever so slightly and flipped some so Randson was lying flat on his back on the couch, Wynter hovering over him angrily. He pulled himself almost all the way out and dared him a third time to say it again.
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Randson gasped when he was layed down on his back and his boyfriend almost pulled all the way out. It hurt, bad. Randson let out a small scream, clutching onto the side of the couch. He was confused as to why Wynter was doing this. "W-Wynter?" He bit down on his lip. "Did you not hear me? I said that I probably have the best life, but I guess that's not true.."
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Wynter squinted his eyes and tried to breathe long enough to bark out "and so what, you little bragger? Which is it?" He pushed farther inside Randson, being as gentle as he could.
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Randson bit down on his lip, shaking his head. "..I-I don't know. The answer would be yes if you weren't so mean.." He mumbled, regretting the words as soon as he said them. Randson arched his back when his boyfriend pushing in farther.
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That snapped Wynter out of it. For the second time that day, he froze. His face softened and he tried to figure out what the boy had originally meant by "best life." He was never good at reading people so he eventually just asked the boy, pulling out as slow as he could.
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Once his boyfriend was out of him, Randson scooted away from him, fumbling with his hands. "I just want the best life. For you to be happy, for me to be happy. But I clearly can't have that if you keep getting so mad.."
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Wynter starwd at him for a full minute before grunting and quickly standing up. Facing away from the boy, he ran his fingers through his hair before slumping forward onto a wall. He made an X with his arms and shoved his face below it, shaking his head at himself. "You idiot..you're such an idiot.." He mumbled to himself.
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Without saying anything, Randson picking up his clothing and under garments, walking towards the stairs. He climbed upstairs and went into the bedroom they share, and with a sigh plopped down onto the large King sized bed they both slept in.
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Wynter was torn, listening to him go. Oh, but it served him right, treating his boyfriend like that. What scared Wynter was that he remembered the event like a daze; like he somehow hadn't been fully there. He shook his head and pulled on his underwear and pants, pulling a card from the pocket. He never thought he needed therapy, but he figured he ought to find out. He called the number on the card and waited.
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After a few minutes of him laying on the bed, sobbing loudly and sulking, he got up. Randson put the old clothing into a hamper before changing into a long sleeved white button down and yet another pair of tan shorts. He sighed and walked back downstairs into the kitchen.
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Wynter waited several minutes until he was able to talk to the right person. He quickly described what he thought was happening and gave a which rundown of what had happened several years ago. He didn't remember telling anyone about it, since he had just wanted to forget, but he figured it was a good time to mention it. The person wanted to make an appointment but Wynter shook his head. "No.. I don't want that. It might worry my boyfriend, and I've already hurt him too much. There's gotta be something else."
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Randson tuned out the conversation Wynter was having on the phone, grabbing himself a glass of chocolate milk to make himself feel better. He grabbed the glass and sat down at the table, taking small sips.
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The two talked for a while and Wynter agreed to do a quick meeting with someone in 10 minutes. He hung up the phone and grabbed a random shirt he found. Quickly slipping it on, he grabbed his wallet and keys and moved over to Randson. He hesitated before quickly kissing his boyfriend's head, muttering an "I'm sorry," and leaving.
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Randson was going to say something after his boyfriend gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, but he was already leaving. The younger sighed, holding his face in his hands.
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