It's the pleasure of the pain - A Timids Fanfiction

Chapter 6

I arrived into work late the following morning. I looked like shit and felt like shit as I had been crying all night. I was hoping no one would notice as I couldn't be bothered with their shit today and so I moved my fringe to the front of my face to cover it and made my way past reception to my office. After I threw my bag on the floor, I sat in my chair and took my glasses off, placing them on the desk. I rubbed my eyes which resulted in more tears coming out - the exact opposite of what I wanted. I walked over to the sink in my room and washed my face.

"Pull yourself the fuck together" I whispered to myself. I looked at the clock realizing that I had to check up on Drew. I picked up the red towel next to me and dried my face. My eyes were all puffy, like Drew's when I first met him. Why couldn't I stop thinking about the guy? I picked my glasses up off the desk and picked up the keys to Drew's room. Placing my sweaty palm on the door handle, I took a deep breath. I slowly walked a few steps so I was standing outside of Drew's room. I felt a sharp pain in my gut. I started to feel really scared, as though I simply couldn't do it. I almost talked myself out of it, but knew that no matter how hard I tried, I HAD to go in. He was my patient. With that thought I unlocked his door and made my way inside.

"Drew...?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" A voice whispered back. I turned to see him huddled on his bed. He didn't turn to look at me so I was guessing he was still upset. My thoughts were confirmed when I heard the man sniff. I walked over to his bed and sat next to him. He looked as though he was clutching something - like he was hiding something away from me. I decided to question him about it - not knowing if it was the right decision or not.

"Hey, Drew, what are you hiding?" I whispered, placing my hand on his arm.

"Nothing" he tried to assure me. Of course I didn't believe him.

"C'mon, Drew, you can trust me.". Silence filles the room, only to be broken occaisionally by a sniff from Drew.

"You gonna show me?" I asked softly. He sighed and said "I would, but that guy might walk in again." I nodded and stood up before walking towards the door. I shut it, locked it, then informed Drew of what I had just done.

"I'm the only one who posses a key to this room...I'm just stupid for not thing of this yesterday." I assured the man before sitting back down next to him. "Now Drew, what is it?"

"You must promise not to tell anyone!" He told me. I held his hand before whispering "I promise".

He sat up and looked at me, holding his right arm to his chest, then lowered it down for me to see. I gasped as the sight of a blood covered arm filled my eyes.

"You're a..."

"Cutter" he finished for me. I closed my eyes and shook my head. This hurt me. A lot.

"Wait here" I told him. I ran intomy office and dampened the towel I had used before. I went back into Drew's room, locked the door, and sat down next to him. Taking the towel, I wrapped it around his wounded arm.

"Why did you do this Drew?" I asked him, sounding a little stern. He shrugged and looked at the ground, but I could still see tears as they started to fill his eyes.

"WHY?!" I shouted aggresively. This clearly got Drew mad.

"BECAUSE." he shouted back, "BECAUSE NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT ME!"

"I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU!"

"WHY?!"

"BECAUSE I'M IN FUCKING LOVE WITH YOU!"

Silence filled the room straight after those words left my mouth. Drew's jaw droppes while tears streamed down his face. I dropped back down on the bed and pulled Drew into me holding him close - like a mother with her child. I could feel him grip my shirt and lie against it. He continued to cry so I tried to comfort him by rocking him and stroking his hair.

"I-I had no idea," he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It's a but weird when your doctor comes out to you, I know." I giggled. He giggled too - the cutest giggle i'd ever heard.

"Can we talk about something else?" He asked, lifting his head up.

"Sure, I heard you were in a band?" I asked interested. He smiled, looking at the floor.

"Tragic Fate" he said continuing to smile. "I played bass and did a lot of screaming" he giggled again. My eyes lit up. It sounded like he had the same music taste as me.

"Who were your inspirations?" I asked.

"Oh, you know, Avenged Sevenfold, Metallica, Iron Maiden..."

"Iron Maiden?!" I echoed him. "I used to be in a band called 'Trooper'; we were an Iron Maiden tribute band" I exclaimed smiling madly.

"Really?!" Drew cried, "What position?"

"Lead guitarist!"

Drew sat up smiling.

"We have a lot in common, dude!" I practically shouted. Drew nodded looking at the bed.

"You know what else we have in common?" He said in a deepish voice. That shit turned me on. A lot.

"What?" I smiled. Drew leaned over to me before whispering "I'm in love with you, too", and before I knew anything else, Drew's lips were pushed against mine. I closed my eyes and kissed the man back, allowing a few moans to escape. I'd waited for this moment for what seems like forever, and now it was finally here. I could show this guy what he really meant to me. I put my hand on his arm as I continued to kiss him, then pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. We lay there for a while before Drew finally broke off the kiss. We both stared into eachothers eyes panting, before Drew asked me something that could make me smile for an eternity:

"Shane, will you be my boyfriend?"