I didn’t see Xavior for almost a week after he stayed at my apartment. Part of me had almost hoped that he’d gone back home. A very teensy tiny part. Whereas a huge part of me wanted to wake up and find him outside my door, wanting to stay with me. I know it was wrong to be attracted to him and to feel things for him. To feel worry and to care in regards to him but I did. I liked him. As in boyfriend/girlfriend kind of like. And to hell with anyone who thought it was wrong.

He was nowhere to be found around the club. Trust me, I looked. Si I bided my time, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. If nothing more than to make sure that he was okay.

It was a shock when I came out of the club and finally saw him. I had pretty much given up on ever seeing him again. But there he was, same old clothes, same old spot. The only difference was that this time he was clutching a brown paper bag and was taking long sips from the contents it held.

I frowned deeply and crossed the street. Xavior looked at me with unfocused eyes.

“Hey Jack. What’s up?” He slurred.

I sighed deeply before speaking. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be drunk out here? God only knows what you’ll get yourself into.” I yelled.

Grabbing him by his wrist, I yanked him off the stoop. He stumbled a bit and dropped his bottle. The bag hit the ground with the sound of shattering glass.

“Hey! What the hell?” Xavior screamed, staring at the now soaking wet bag. The stench of rum began to drift towards my nose.

“Leave it, Xavior!” I yelled, yanking him forward once again. He followed along wordlessly, occasionally glancing back at the paper bag.

Finally we reached my place and I ushered him into my apartment.

“You owe me a bottle of rum.” He slurred sullenly.

I sighed, “You’re underage, Xavior, and frankly you should be buying food not liquor.”

“You can’t tell me what I can do! I earned that and you smashed it on me! I fucking earned it! Who do you think that you are? God doesn’t care that you want to help the whore! No one does.” He screamed, dissolving into sobs.

I took him into my arms despite his weak attempt to break away from me.

“I care, Xavior. You’re a real dick but I do care about what happens to you.” I whispered.

Before I could even blink, Xavior had attacked my mouth with his. I could taste the harsh rum that had seeped into his taste buds. He pressed his body hard against mine and moved onto my lap, straddling me. His beautiful hair had fallen onto my face, like a curtain hiding us from the world.

I knew I should push him off of me, but I felt drink from his mouth, his touch. I was drowning in him. Xavior released my mouth and began moving down my throat, kissing and biting his way to my collarbone, while grinding against me. The sensations fell over me like waves, driving me insane. Suddenly, I felt his hand slip inside my blue jeans.

A red light lit up in my mind and I pushed Xavior off of me and jumped up. I walked into my kitchen and turned the cold tap on in my sink, splashing water over my face. A minute later, I leaned against my fridge and breathed in some ragged breaths, closing my eyes tightly against the blinding kitchen light.

“Don’t you like me?” Xavior’s voice broke through the silence.

“Isn’t it obvious? Of course, I like you Xavior, but you’re just a kid. And you’re drunk which means that I would be taking advantage of you. This might not be what you want.” I answered, opening my eyes and glancing at him.

“I’m not drunk and I’m not a kid. I do want this. This is real. Right now we’re real. What I do with those other guys isn’t real. It’s just bodies moving. There’s no emotions, no feelings. But you… you care about me, what happens to me. And…I kind of care about you. I like you.” Xavior spoke quietly, his eyes filled with emotion.

“Sleep on it. If you still feel this way in the morning we’ll talk about it. It’s late.” I responded after a moment. I was sure he wouldn’t even remember how he got to my apartment, let alone what he was saying to me.

“I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take my room.:

A big grin spread across Xavior’s face and he giggled. “You’re not seriously going to start that shit again. We’re both in the bed. I’ll be good.”

I smiled a little bit in return and agreed. He took off down the hallway, pulling me behind him. We both laid in bed under the covers. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about the delicious heat coming off his body, the taste of his tongue from earlier. All the naughty thoughts that I shouldn’t be thinking about a sixteen year old boy.

“Jack? Are you awake?” Xavior whispered after a few minutes.

“Yeah” I whispered back.

“Will… will you hold me?” Xavior asked.

I hesitated before sliding closer to him and spooning him. He sighed slightly, then fell asleep a minute later.

I laid there still holding him, watching him breathe. I gently ran my fingers through his hair before I too fell asleep.