I'm losing what I don't deserve

Phil sat on his and Chris bed, waiting for Chris to come up to their room. Chris had gone out with the other guys, Phil sighed as he wondered if Chris even cared about him.

Chris Jericho was a manipulative man by nature. The gears in his head always turning. Phil, his lover, was nothing but a tool to Chris. He was Chris's fuck toy, nothing more. Chris had cornered him and gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. No, Chris was out with Wade and Mike just sitting around and partying. He didn't give a damn about Phil sitting at home waiting for him. He just downed another shot and Phil was gone from his mind.

Phil had decided to go to bed when he got text from Morrison. He just turned off his phone and laid down, falling a sleep quickly.

Chris wasn't home until four in the morning. He reeked of booze and cigarette smoke. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed.

Phil woke when Chris finally come home, he sighed softly at the steach of booze and smoke on Chris. He looked at the clock and saw how late it was.

Chris was already almost asleep. He didnt give a fuck how late it was or what Phil thought.

Phil waited till Chris was asleep before he slipped out of bed, he sighed softly as he went into the bathroom. He was starting to consider taking Morrison up on his offer but he knew he wouldn't. He went back to bed and fell asleep again.

Chris had already been fucking Wade behind Phil's back so why couldn't Phil? Because he didnt know.

Phil woke the early next morning with a big yawn and looked over at Chris. He knew Chris proably wouldn't get up for a while, so he got up and got a shower.

Chris was still sleep just like Phil had thought. He already had a hangover and he wasn't even awake yet.

Phil made some coffee and decided to go for a run. He grabbed his phone before he left and turned it . He looked at the text Morrison had sent last night and decided to call him.

Chris awoke with the hangover he had expected. He couldn't have cared less that Phil wasn't here. It didnt matter to him what that tool did.

Phil came back from his run and saw that Chris was up "Morning." he said softly.

"Yeah, morning." Chris grumbled ad he held his head. He was tired and his head ached.

"I made some coffee if you want some." said Phil as he grabbed a cup.

"Yes please." Chris mumbled as he rolled over and buried his face in the pillows.

Phil poured Chris a cup of coffee and grabbed headache mediceine and a glass of water. He placed it on Chris's bedside table and went back to the kitchen. he was hoping Chris was still going out tonight, he had called Morrison and made plans.

Chris popped the pills into his mouth before picking up his coffee cup.
"What are you doing tonight?"

Phil shrugged "Nothing." he said, as he come back to the room to change his shirt.

Chris was silent. He wanted to go back to bed, he was way to tired to think properly. He just wanted to stop his head from hurting.

"You should go back to bed." said Phil softly, he knew Chris had a bad headache.

"Yeah, I should." Chris fell against the pillows , an arm thrown across his face.

Phil sighed and left the room, a few hours later he decided to check on Chris.

Chris was not doing so well. He was in pain, all he did was hide under the covers and groan in pain.

"Chris?" asked Phil softly, "Whats wrong?" he was getting very worried.