Misfit

"Im not fun, I quiet and very anti sociable. Quincy will talk to ya wont he?"

"Yeah, he's more talkative but I don't love him. I love you." Matt grinned.

"Don't I know it? He talks to damn much and it hurt when he flicked that damn wound, I mean I dont wanna whine but it hurt."
He sulked and only his brother could get him to be so mad at something so little.

"I know that pissed me off." Matt growled. "But you didn't say anything so I figured it wasn't my place. I didn't want to cause problems."

"Don't worry, not like it will matter to him. He will only do it again to bother me."

"That's rude." Matt grumbled. "And if he does it again, just know, I WILL say something..."

Quinton laughed.
"Your cute when your all protective."
He nuzzled Matt's shoulder.

"And you are cute all the time." Matt grinned

Quinton snorted and looked down at his marred body.
"Im very sure."

"You are." Matt whined. "I like your scars. They're sexy." He purred.

He chuckled.
"Well good, maybe it was worth having them put there."

"No. I'd never want you to go through that pain." He frowned.

Quinton shuddered as he remember how they got put there and what it felt like.

MAtt held him closer, attempting to comfort him.

"Matt, im okay. You don't need to try and comfort me, they happened a long time ago, they are old news."

"Well still, did they hurt when they were put there?" Matt asked, knowing the answer.

Quinton sighed and just nodded, yes it had hurt every time such a scar was made. But usually it was just him worrying with it and feeling the pain so it didn't matter and after time they were old and he tried to forget.

"Then it still matters. And I will comfort you." Matt said, kissing Quinton sweetly.

Quinton smiled at him.
"Your ridiculously adorable."
He wrapped Matt tightly in his arms and cuddled him.

"I know." Matt smirked and snuggled into Quinton's arms.

A few weeks went by, Quinton's time was getting shorter and shorter and he was always jealous now. He knew how people acted with Matt at that club and he did NOT like him spending some much time with Quincy. Hell he was with Quincy more than he was with Quinton it seemed. This causing Quinton to grow distant and be eerily quiet.

Matt and Quincy were getting along fine. They bickered and joked around like brothers.
Right now it was time for Matt to go to work. He turned to his lover.
"G'bye kiss?"

Quinton sighed and forced a smile as he softly kissed Matt before one again putting his head down as he silently sulked.

"Baby," Matt sighed. "What's wrong? You've been like this for a while..."

"Nothing." Quinton muttered as he got up and slowly walked away. He was lonely, so, so, lonely. Matt was always at work with Quincy. It hurt and he hated it.