What Happens in Art Class...

“I’m sorry. I know you guys are probably busy, but….I got your address and I…I just didn’t know where else to go…” Ryan Ross stood before me looking absolutely pathetic. And I mean that in a tender way. Not a sarcastic one. He was bruised and scraped from head to toe, and the expression his face held was terror and agony. I almost thought he had been in some sort of accident, but if that was the case he wouldn’t have been at my house. Someone did it to him. Some sick bastard.

“Of course. Get in here,” I said mostly out of shock. Why my house? Did he honestly have nowhere that was safe to go?

Frank appeared from behind me and rushed to help Ryan to the couch. I loved how sweet he was. Here this guy had been nothing but terrible since his arrival in my class, and Frank still felt the need to help him when he was injured. It’s a wonderful character trait.

Once they were settled, Ryan snuggled closer into Frank. I couldn’t help but think that the scene was adorable, like something out of a romance novel. He was injured, and I felt the urge to help him despite how he’d treated me in the past. How was I to know that more emotions would surface? Something like that. They really did look like a nice couple too…That sent a small pang of jealousy running through me, but I told myself it was all in my head.

“Gee, get him something warm to drink,” Frank said. I looked down at him. He was stroking Ryan’s head, almost as if he didn’t have control of his own hand.

I nodded and went into the kitchen, taking my time in preparing a mug of hot chocolate. I needed to get away from that scene. I needed to remind myself that Frank loved me, and he wasn’t going to leave just because his former nemesis was relying on him for help. That was just ridiculous. I don’t even know why the thought crossed my mind.

I walked back into the living room to find them looking cozy as ever. “Here,” I said, handing Ryan his drink. I needed to put away my hatred for him like Frank did.

“Ryan…” Frank began to speak, but clearly decided against it. We sat in silence for a while until Ryan looked suddenly at Frank. His eyes were filled with affection.

“Thank you so much,” he said before turning to me, his expression dimming to a mixture of gratitude and admiration, “Both of you. I don’t deserve for you to be nice to me, so…thank you.”

“Don’t deserve? Frank suddenly blurted out, sounding almost hysteric, “Ryan, I don’t give one shit what you’ve done to me! Look at you! Someone fucking beat you until you could barely walk! Nobody deserves to go through that…Nobody…”

He looked so sad then, as if he really couldn’t handle how hurt Ryan was. I wondered briefly if he’d be that upset if something like that happened to me. I shook that off quickly. Of course he would. Probably even more so.

The heavy silence continued after that. The only sound in the room was that of Ryan’s careful sips. And the whole time Frank sat there, holding him, petting him, fucking cuddling him. Why? Why was he doing that?! Ryan would be just fine without all that. He just needed a warm body to be close to. Someone comforting to use as a way to feel safe. He didn’t need all that extra affection. So why did Frank seem so eager to give it to him?

“Gee, I did something horrible…I enjoyed it. Like, a lot.”

No. It couldn’t be. At the time, I assumed Frank enjoyed his night with Ryan because, honestly, it isn’t difficult to enjoy sex. What if…What if He actually liked Ryan? It was a very slight possibility. So slight that I shouldn’t have even considered it. Yet with it planted in my mind the scene before me made my blood boil. I had to split them up.

“I need to clean your cuts, and Frank probably needs to get home.” I said to Ryan. I didn’t want to send Frankie away, but if it got him away from Ryan…

“No! Please, Frank, you can’t leave!” Ryan yelled, gripping Frank even harder. Well, that needed to change.

”His mom will be—” I started with a sigh.

“It’s fine. I’ll call her and tell her I’m staying here. Ryan needs me more.” Needs. No, Ryan did not need Frank. He would be just fine with me comforting him…Though I guess I couldn’t do the things Frank was doing. Ryan was much too young for me to hold him like that.
I turned and walked toward the bathroom, expecting the two of them to follow. They did, and Ryan remained annoyingly attached to Frank the whole time I was dressing his wounds. I tried to make the alcohol sting as much as possible. The little brat would be sorry for trying to take my Frankie.

“Oh, hey Gee?” Frankie asked once I’d finished.

“Where is Ryan going to sleep?”

I thought about that. I didn’t exactly have a guest bedroom anymore. Still, I didn’t expect Mikey to be home. He usually stayed away for as long as he could when Frank was around. The boy had serious misconception about how busy we got. I shrugged.

“He can take Mikey’s bed. There’s no way the dork is coming home tonight.”

“Are you sure?” I understood his hesitation. The idea of Mikey coming home and finding an injured student in his bed was not a good one.

“Yes.”

I loaned Ryan some pajama bottoms that I had outgrown but never gotten rid of. Then he was off to bed. I was so glad for that. I would finally get to spend some time alone with Frankie and shower him with affection. That way he would know for a fact that I was the only person for him.

Ryan had other plans, “Will you stay with me tonight?”

Hell no. Not on my watch, “No, that’s a bad idea. He could end up irritating your injuries in his sleep.”

“It’s alright, Gee, I’ll be careful.” Frank tried to ease my “worries.” Couldn’t he see he was making them worse? He was only confirming my fears. He would choose Ryan over me if it came down to it. I shrugged off the hand he had on my shoulder, suddenly angry.

“I said no. Now you need to call your mom.”

He obviously saw my logic then because he trudged off with his phone in his hand. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV, trying to get rid of my thoughts. Frank loved me. That was the only thing I needed to know.

“What’d she say?” I asked when he came back.

“You’re joining us for dinner Saturday.” Why did he sound so sad? Didn’t he want to have dinner with me? To introduce me to his mom properly? Or was he ashamed of me? I mean, something was preventing him from letting me meet his mom on the right terms.

“I see.”

We sat in silence, watching the flickering television. I wasn’t even sure what show was on. My mind was elsewhere. At one point Frank snuggled up to my side. It warmed me a little, but I wasn’t in the snuggling mood. So I just let my arm fall around him.

Sometime later Frank sat up, “Holy shit I think I know who did it!”

“Did what?”

“Beat the shit out of Ryan!”

Really? Really?! I was sitting there agonizing over whether or not he still loved me and he was still thing about Ryan?! That was it. I couldn’t handle this anymore. “Frank, can we deal with that in the morning?”

He was quiet for a minute before answering me, “Fine, I’m going to bed then.”

I got up to follow him, “Good idea. I think we could both use some time in the sack.” Rolling in the sack. I clearly needed to remind him why he loved me.

I followed him into the bedroom and pinned him against the door, grinding my knee up against his crotch and kissing him. He kissed me back for a while, which made my heart sore. Had he continued doing that, I probably wouldn’t have continued past that point. I would have been completely reassured.

Instead, he shoved me away, “What are you doing? Ryan’s just in the other room!”

“Shut the fuck up about Ryan!” I spat at him, losing it for good, “I don’t want to hear one more goddamned thing. You are mine, got it?! I don’t care how hurt he is, you’re still mine!”
I dove in for his neck then. If I couldn’t show Frank how much I loved him, I’d show the rest of the world that they couldn’t touch him. Frank stayed still through this, only reacting when I nicked him near his collar bone. He moaned and arched into me, exactly what I was waiting for. But it switched something on in my brain.

I threw Frankie onto the bed, stripping us both down. Then I did horrible things. I chained him so he couldn’t move. I forced him to suck me off. I fucked him hard and didn’t think twice about the fact that he wasn’t even properly prepared. Even when I knew he wasn’t enjoying it anymore, I continued thrusting into him for my own sick enjoyment.

And then I collapsed next to him.

And I felt horrible.

That wasn’t showing him that I loved him. That was showing him what a possessive dick I am. I unchained him and held him close. “Frankie, I’m so sorry,” I whispered, stroking his hair and kissing his face tenderly, everywhere.

“It’s okay, Gee. I’m sorry for making you so jealous.” That broke my heart even more. Why was he apologizing? He didn’t do anything wrong. I was the one who let my emotions get the best of me. I was the one who used my sweet, caring boyfriend as a toy.

I couldn’t respond to him. I just cuddled him until he fell asleep and vowed to make it up to him somehow. When I was finally able to drift into subconciousness, only one thought was running through my head.

I will never put him through something like this again.

Notes

Okaaaaaay, there you guys go. I don't know if this made any of you feel any better about the situation, but that's all i got. At least I got it up quickly (again, avoiding homework). Please leave some comments. I love hearing what you guys think. Even if your opinion is that this book is trash and you think I'm the worst writer in the world I WANT TO KNOW.

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