Misfit

Drew folded his arms and leaned his face on the cool glass window. He wanted to let go. He wanted to bawl. But no. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

Mike grit his teeth, this was not funny, he knew what it felt like and he couldn't believe Drew had just did that. What was his problem? But it was fine, Mike wouldn't push.

A single tear slid down his cheek. He growled and quickly wiped away the backstabbing water droplet.

Mike watched from the corner of his eye. He said nothing though, he ignored it.

Drew turned farther away, completely on his side, facing away from Mike. Then he let a few more fall. He couldn't hold it back any longer.

Mike sighed as he pulled into the hospital and parked the car. He looked over at Drew before placing a kiss to his shoulder. He said nothing, just loved him silently.

Drew sighed and took his boyfriend's hand.
"Scared..." He whispered.

Mike kissed the back of Drew's hand softly.
"Im here for you Drew..."

Drew slowly stood. He was terrified. Of getting a disease... of the doctor telling his mother...

Mike got out and led Drew into the hospital and waited with his as the doctor did test's.

"Watch where you're putting you're hands." Drew snapped as the doctor brushed his prostate.
"Maybe you shouldn't fuck anyone who offers. Then you wouldn't have to be tested."
Drew spun around and lifted the man a few inches off the ground by the collar of his shirt.
"Maybe you shouldn't assume it was willing." Drew growled.
The man looked down.
"S-sorry sir."
Drew set him down and let him finish checking for tears.

Mike watched silently, he hated hospitals and the doctor was royally pissing him off.

After the doctor finished, he told them Drew was torn in five different places and it would take a while to heal. Drew shouldn't have any sex for at least half a year, which really wasn't a problem cause Drew never bottomed. And his test results came back clean. Drew thanked god he hadn't gotten any diseases.

Mike heaved a sigh of relief, his bottom lip trembling as he pulled Drew out to the car.

Drew was now scared to death of that club, but he still had to go back with Mike. This time he would not make the mistake of getting drunk. He was strong sober.

It was time for work, and Mike was not going to let Drew come. He refused to.

"Mike I'm coming with you. I'm sober now." Drew insisted.

"No, I will tell your mom."
He was bluffing but he would do anything to make Drew stay.

"Don't." Drew said firmly, through gritted teeth. "Mike please. I don't like you being there alone."

"I don't want you there period. I want you to stay here, im fine on my own."

"Fine." Drew pouted, folding his arms. Although he didn't plan on staying.

Mike nodded and got in his car, taking the keys to the other cars because Drew's mom didn't need them and Drew was not going anywhere. He went to work.

Drew cursed when he noticed Mike took the keys. It would have saved him the pain walking caused him but oh well. He'd just have to walk. It took a bit but eventually he was strolling into the club, smug smirk on his face.

Mike saw him and cursed.
"Drew you leave, or in moving out!"
He was not bluffing.

"Mike!" Drew hissed. "I'm just here to protect you what is so wrong with that!?"