Misfit

"Well now you're turning into me. You won't cry in front of me anymore. And that is me Mike. Not this crybaby that has been in my place for the past nine months.

"Drew, I will to cry infront of you and you are not a cry baby. I dotn want you to feel like you cant talk to me. Im fine and I can take it."

"Well I can't." Drew sighed. "I can't take being weak like I have been. So strong Drew is here to stay... and he has a question..."

"No bottling up emotions and I bet I have an answer."
He sighed and rested his head against Drew's chest.

"You... you wouldn't get a job as a.... prostitute or something.... right?" Drew tried to stop the hurt and worry from showing in his voice.

Mike froze.
"Drew where did you here that? Who said anything to you?"

"S-savannah said you were offered that and... oh god..." Drew clenched his eyes shut. He hadn't thought Mike would do that to him...

Mike sighed and stepped away from Drew.
He hadn't taken the job, the guy finally got a punch to the nose because he tried to force himself on Mike to show him it would be fun. Mike just hadn't wanted Drew to worry about it and now he could not believe Drew thought he would do such a thing.

Don't cry, don't cry, dont' cry... Drew's body was trembling as he held in the tears.
"Y-you..."

Mike looked up, his eyes wide and unbelieving.
Drew seriously thought he was selling himself when he wouldn't even let Drew do that to him?

Drew wasn't thinking straight. The things going through his mind...
Had Mike thought since that man had fucked Drew he had the right to let other people fuck him? Was Mike THAT desperate for the money? Drew didn't know what he was willing to do anymore...

"D-Drew what are you thinking?"
He was too baffled to just say he wasn't doing it, no he had a harder job.
But he wanted to know just what Drew thought of him.

"I'm wondering how desperate you are for m-money... and why you won't let me make love to you... And I'm wondering if this was out of spite..." Drew whimpered.

Mike frowned.
"Out of spite? Hell Drew, who am I so pissed off at and why?"

"Did you let them fuck you cause he f-fucked me?" Drew asked softly.

"Drew, I have been a mean hateful person because of him but I would never do that to you."
Is this what Drew thought of him now?

"Y-you didn't take the job?" Drew asked, looking up at him, he was so confused.

"No, I would never do that to you."
Mike shook his head and loosened his tie, going into there room so he could put on some more comfortable clothes.

"W-well what was I supposed to think Mike. You don't tell me anything anymore and when Savannah mentioned that I started placing everything together. You're so desperate for money, always tired, always out late..."

Mike sighed as he finished changing and sat on the bed, opening his arms for Drew.
"Come love me."
He sighed and waited for Drew to get into his arms.

Drew walked towards the bed and climbed in Mike's arms.
"I like being home again..." He murmured.

"I missed you...."
He took a deep breath.
"Drew, I am always tired, I work from five in the morning until midnight. I need the money for you and Paige. I am out late working. And I dont want to stress you out right now okay? Thats it."

"Okay. I believe you... I'm just worried." Drew sighed.

"What are you worried about? Am I not doing a good enough job of taking care of you and Paige?"

"No... you're doing a wonderful job... I'm worried about you getting sick of me and Paige."