Summary: It's hellish living with a writer. Especially if he's in love with you. Slash, M/M. Mitch/Ryan oneshot
I absolutely can't stnad it. Living in a one bedroom apartment with a writer. He's up until daylight, writing. he doesn't get any sleep, except on weekends. He works 10 - 6, Monday- Friday.
But he won't stop. I ask him if he'll stop and just sleep for once, but he doesn't. He's determined to finish whatever he's writing Which means I'll be up until he's done.
It's a Thursday. We both had horrible days. I'm not gonna go into detail, but we did. Mitch's was exceptionally bad.
It's about two thirty in the morning. Mitch is lying next to me, writing. I told him I'd never read what he was writing. He smiled and said it was okay if I did.
There's the sound like putting the cap on a pen. He can't be done writing. He's been going for two hours!
He shakes my shoulder. "Ry...you awake?"
I roll over. He's so close and it's awkward because he's not gay. At least, he's never shown signs. Granted, I'm not either.
I want one person and one person only. That just happens to be my roommate, who happens to be a guy. "Yeah, I'm awake. What's up?"
He hands me three notebooks. "Read away. I wrote it for you. I know your birthday was last week and I couldn't get you anything...but that's why I've been writing all this time,"
I look down at the notebooks. "I can't read this now. It's two thirty in the morning,"
Mitch's eyes plead. "Please. I need you to. It's important," he looks so scared, so nervous...almost as though he'll die if I don't.
So I begin to read. Page after page, character after character...
By the time I'm finished, I know Mitch worked very hard. He's on his side, not facing me.
"Oh my god..." I whisper once I read the last line. Light's steaming through the window but I don't care. Mitch rolls over and I look at him.
"How'd you like it?" he asks softly.
"I love it. It's the best birthday gift ever. Thank you so much," I say, hugging my best friend. "But something caught my eye..."
Mitch raises an eyebrow. "Oh? What's that?"
"If it's based on a true story...then the roommate DOES want him back in reality,"
Silence. The heater kicks in. "I...you...we..."
"Yeah, Mitch. I love you. I can't believe we've slept in the same bed for five years and you haven't noticed..."
"I can't believe you never caught on about me," he says before kissing me. I forcefuly press my lips to his, placing my hand on his neck as I do so. He's playing with my hair, his other hand trying to figure out how to undo my pants.
I pull away and do it for him. He never wears anything but boxers to bed, meaning that I can easily tear them off.
I've seen him naked before. We shower together a lot--with two shower nozzles, it's okay. And it's a public shower, so when we first moved in together, wemade that pact. It was completely accidental.
"Wait," he whispers. I pull away. "I...I've been HIV positive...for a month..."
I look down at him. "You what?'
"I'm sorry, Ryan...I was meaning to tell you, but you were always so happy...I didn't want to ruin your good mood," I roll off of him and pick up my pillow and blanket.
"I'm sleeping on the couch,"
I leave the room quickly, closing the door roughly as I do so. How could he not tell me? I'm his best friend! We tell each other everything!
As I lay down, I hear the bedroom door open. I forget it's light out. Maybe he's jst getting up for the sake of getting up...
"Ryan...please...can't we talk about this?"
"There's nothing to talk about...you have HIV. I understand. You can die. I'm at great risk. But I don't want to talk about it,"
"not about IT. About US."
"There is no us. We can't have sex--I'm still negative, remember? Sure, theres protection--but that may not work," Mitch shushes me.
"No. We don't have to have sex. I certainly don't need it. if you do...we'll work something out,"
I close my eyes as he sits on the coffee table. "How'd you know?"
He sighs. "I didn't. I went in for my monthly check up..and I was told I had HIV. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep...it was hell..."
I look at him. He did get skinnier at the beginning of the month. He was qriting until daylight and earlier as well.
But no matter what disease he has, he's still the man I fell in love with.
So I sit up. He looks at me. I look back. I swallow and take a deep breath.
"We have to be very careful. Especially with sexual contact...alright?"
Mitch looks deathly afraid. "No. I don't want you risking your life."
"I don't care! If I get it, we'll deal with it THEN. But until so, I want to have a relationship with the man I love like normal couples...okay?"
He looks at me. "I didn't know you love me."
"Yeah. I do love you."
"I love you, too,"
We don't kiss. We just sit there. "Want to come back to bed? It's not the same without you,"
I smile. "What about work?"
"Fuck work. I want to stay home with you," I blush and stand up. I follow him to our bedroom, lay down, and face Mitch.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too." I whisper back
And now we kiss.