What should've happened

We're going to be okay

Winston POV

When school was over I quickly drove home. I really needed to talk to Monty. He was acting really weird at school today. His behavior actually kind of scared me. He got so angry when I tried to talk to him. Maybe he is jealous that I like Alex. I don't like him like that of course, but he's just really nice to me and I like talking with him. He just gets me.

I got home and parked my car in the garage. I took a deep breath. Monty probably wasn't in the best mood right now. I mentally prepared myself for it before I got out of the car.

I walked inside the house and went straight to my room, figuring that he would be there. I opened the door and saw Monty laying on my bed. He was facing the other way and was looking at his phone. I cleared my throat and greeted him. "Hey", I said softly. "Hey", he replied, not being bothered enough to turn around and look at me. I sat down on the bed. "We should talk", I started. "Sshh, you're interrupting my show", Monty said. I let out a annoyed groan. "Jezus Monty, don't act so fucking childish.". He let out an mockingly chuckle. He turned around and looked at me. "I'm childish? You are the one who's refusing to talk to me at the moment!". I sighed as I looked away. I didn't know how to respond to that, because I knew he was right. I haven't been very talkative these last few days. It must've been hard for him too.

"But if you want to talk so badly, you can just talk with your new boyfriend Alex about it", Monty said in a sassy way. He moved, so he was now sitting on the bed. "What the fuck Monty! Alex is just my friend", I said annoyed. "Why the fuck did he grab your hand then?!", Monty snapped at me. I could tell he was starting to get angry again.

I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh my god, you are so jealous!", I exclaimed. "Fuck no, I'm not", he defended himself. "Yes you are", I insisted. Monty sighed and he looked down at his hands. "Well call it jealousy then, but It just hurts to see my own boyfriend touching some other guy when he doesn't even want to talk to me, let alone touch me anymore."

Shit. I could tell by Monty's face that he was hurt. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to grab his hand or pull him into a hug, but for some reason I just couldn't. I didn't respond to that, so he decided to speak again. "Maybe it's better that I go home again, so you can have some space", he suggested softly. I could tell that was not what he truly wanted. I didn't want it either. He gave me an questioning look when I didn't respond again. The thought of him leaving me made me feel anxious. "No! Please don't leave me!", I begged him. I started to cry out of panic. I didn't want him to leave. I needed him. Especially now! Tears were floating down my cheeks as I covered my face with my hands.

POV Monty

I wasn't sure how to respond to a crying Winston. Normally I would pull him into a hug and plant comforting kisses all over his face to calm him down. Now I was too scared to even wipe away a single tear. Winston had been so distant lately. He hasn't allowed me to touch him in the past few days. Every time I tried to touch him he would smack my hand away and we would end up arguing about it.

He looked up at me. I stared into his eyes. They had lost all the sparkle I had fallen in love with at the time. They had never looked this empty before. "W-what are we gonna do?", Winston asked me softly. "Do you still love me?", I asked. He was surprised by my question. "Of course I do Monty, I-i love you more than anything in the world", he said, his voice was shaking. I grabbed his hand. I was surprised when he didn't pull back. "Well, then we're gonna be okay", I said. "Cause I love you too". Winston pressed his forehead against mine and for the first time that week he kissed me.

A few minutes later we were cuddling in Winston's bed. I was laying on his chest. He was gently stroking my hair, while I was trailing my fingers over his skin. I've missed touching him like this. I kept going lower and lower until I got to the waistband of his sweatpants. I looked up at him questioningly, waiting for some sort of consent. I could tell he was feeling nervous, but he gave me an approving nod anyway. He closed his eyes and let out a small whimper when I carefully stuck my hand down his pants. "Tell me when to stop, okay?", I whispered. He nodded. I gently stroked his dick, feeling his body tense at the touch. I had no idea what he was feeling at that moment. Was he scared? Did he like it? Did he want me to stop? I pressed soft kisses on his belly to try to calm him down. At that moment it wasn't my intention to jerk him off, I just wanted him to start trusting me again. After what had happened at the party with Chase, Winston got so scared. He had lost all his trust in guys. I wanted to show him that I wasn't anything like that asshole. He has to know that he can trust me.

After a few more seconds I took my hand out of his pants, figuring it was probably enough for now. I laid down next to him. He turned on his side so we were facing each other. "You did so good, baby", I whispered. He smiled and pressed his lips against mine. We both smiled during the kiss. "I love you", I whispered. "I love you too", he replied. "Were going to be okay", I said. He closed his eyes. I stared at his beautiful face. 'How the hell did I get so lucky?', I thought by myself as I drifted off to sleep.