Undesired

"Baby im fine, im just tired from running so much. Ill be home later....."
Unless Matt needed him, if not he was going to take his time.

"Fine Quinton. Don't tell me. I'll see you. Love you." Matt shook his head and hung up without another word.

Quinton sighed, he hated when his lover was mad at him...
He pocketed his phone and started up running again, he just randomly ran around for a while before going to Quincy's. His brother was cooking and even though he had been mad he loved Quinton to much to turn him away.

Matt had no where else to go. He hated it but Quinton was pretty much the only person he had....
He hated that he could open up to Quinton but Quinton would never open up to him.....

Quinton and Quincy sat on the couch beside eachother. Quinton looking down as Quincy waited.
"Its....About kids..."
"What about em?"
"Who's going to have them..." He looked up at his brother.
"Ummm Matt usually would right?"
Quinton nodded. "Yeah but I kinda wanted to...."
"Quinton are you outside your mind?"
"Yeah...Its dark in there." He cracked a smile.
"Why would you want to have the kids?"
"I dunno...I just do. Its bothering me too."
Quincy laughed at him. "Such a girl!"
"Fuck you..." He muttered.

Matt was curled up on their bed, staring blankly at the wall, refusing to cry. He did NOT fucking cry. Ever.

Quinton was on his way home...He didnt like leaving Matt all alone in that big house. He did it enough when they were alive...

Matt heard the door open adn shut. He knew Quinton was coming so he quickly laid down and pretended to be sleeping.

Quinton went into the room, kissed his lover sweetly before stripping off his shirt. He knew Matt wasn't asleep but he didn't wanna talk...

Matt stayed still, soft fake snores escaping him. He just wanted to hug Quinton and find out what was wrong but he said nothign.

Quinton sighed, going to get himself a shower. The water was turned on as hot as it could be, giving a small hiss as he stepped into the scalding hot water.

Matt cursed and stood, walking into the bathroom.
He reached in and turned the water a bit cooler.
He sighed and closed the toilet lid, sitting down on it.

Quinton turned it back up to as hot as it could go, looking down at his lover.
"Hi..."

"Hi... stop, you're going to give yourself more scars, jsut burns this time." Matt frowned slightly.

"Ill be fine baby." His skin was turning red and blotchy.

"Quinton, stop it." Matt said firmly, turning the water back to cool

Quinton shook his head, turning the water back.
"Matt, its my bath and my skin..." He muttered as he quietly washed.

"And you are my lover. Quinton what is wrong?" Matt asked. He looked up at Quinton with those blueish gray eyes, almost full of tears if he had not forced himself to hold them in for so long...

Quinton wanted to finish his bath but he was a lover and he could not let Matt cry. He turned the water off and sat on the edge of the tub, his wet hand taking Matt's.
"Baby im fine...Im telling you..."

"You are NOT. I'm not stupid and I hate that you're keeping something from me." He drug a hand down his face.

Quinton sighed, pulling Matt to his burning chest.
"Baby....Im just harping over shit, ill be fine Mattie."

"I don't know about you but most people don't fucking burn themselves like that when they're jsut harping over something. What is it?"

"I took a shower, its not that hot baby and the pain kinda blocks out thoughts and numbs me." He kissed the top of Matt's head.

"THat's the equivalent of cutting y'know." He sighed. "Baby, what has you so upset that you need to burn yourself to calm you?"

"Babies...I have just been thinking a bout babies all day and its bothering me. That's all Matt." He rested his head on top of Matt's.