Misfit

"Oh, my poor Mikey. SHhhhh, it'll be okay." Drew cooed.

Tears cascaded down Mike's cheeks as he tried his best to keep quiet so Drew's mom wouldn't hear.

"Baby I'm sorry." Drew hated this. Hated seeing Mike crying.

Mike crossed his and and put his face in them.,
Maybe he was still too sore for this.

"Do you want me to stop?" Drew asked.

"N-No."
Mike tried to stop the tears and swallow his cries.
"J-Just move..."

Drew frowned, running his fingers through Mike's hair before thrusting his hips. He tried to stop himself from feeling so much pleasure. But it was a lost cause. He was a sex addict who had just been given back a taste of his drug.

Mike sighed as Drew thrust into him. He was not enjoying this at all.

Drew lost himself in the utter heaven that was Mike's ass.
His thrusts became rougher, forgetting about being careful with Mike.

Mike cried out every time Drew thrust into him. He had thought Drew would be gentle, he already felt himself bleeding.

Drew thought nothing of it. Picturing himself way back when, fucking some random girl who had thrown themselves at him.
But he caught himself, stopping in his tracks mid thrust.
"NO. You are not fucking, you are making love to your boyfriend." He scolded himself.
He snapped out of it, but too late. He had hurt Mike.
"Mike.. I'm sorry." He bit his lip.

Mike whimpered, his body shook with sobs. He was e wanted it to just be over, waiting for it to be over. He could feel blood seeping from his abused hole already.

Drew hated himself for this. Always would.
"I... I've never had to control myself, never had to be gentle. I thought I could. But I never tried so I didn't know. Mike I'm so sorry..."

"J-Just please stop." Mike whimpered as he hid hid face in the new covers. This had been a bad idea.

Drew pulled out, gasping at the blood, knowing he had done this.

Mike chocked on a sob as he sat up, he needed to go to the bath room and clean up the mess Drew had made inside of him.

"I... Mike... i... love... so much..." Drew could not form complete sentences.

"Its fine." He sobbed as he went to the bathroom and locked the door.

"Mike please!" Drew cried, tugging at the door handle. "I'm so sorry!"

"I-I said it was fine!" Mike sobbed brokenly. He had thought Drew was the one person who would protect him and never hurt him.

"I know it isn't!" Drew collapsed on the floor, hating himself more and more each second.

Mike turned on the water, he needed to wash away the blood and maybe every memory of these last few hours.

Drew contemplated suicide and after a while it sounded pretty damn good. If he could hurt Mike right then, it would never be possible for him to love anyone without hurting them.
"Mike, I love you." He called, if he was going to kill himself he wanted that to be the last thing he said to Mike.

Mike sniffled and opened the door.
"C'mon....."
He didnt want to be alone, he didnt feel safe. He needed Drew.

Drew slowly walked in, shutting the door behind him. He backed as far away as possible from Mike. He wasn't safe.