Good Boy

I sat on my couch, staring at him. He looked really nervous. Every time I looked at him he was watching me. We made eye contact and he quickly looked at his lap, avoiding me. He wore the clothes I had given him. The shirt hung over his shoulders loosely and reached down so low it hung over his butt. The shirt was kind of big on me, on him it was like a dress. I admired the way it looked on him, though. It made him look smaller than he already was. He didn't have any shoes or underwear, I had not given him any.

"What's your name?" I asked trying to break the silence. He looked up at me with wide eyes and I could see his hesitation to let me know his name.

"Frank" he admitted. I sighed and stood up from the couch.

"I need coffee" I said. I walked into the kitchen and began to make the drink. He stayed sitting down and I could almost feel how awkward he felt. It was oozing off him so much that I felt just downright bad for him. I pulled out a cup for me then I hesitated. Should I give him a cup? It was polite and I had been so mean to him. But then again he did lie to me. I huffed at my thoughts and went ahead and got him a cup.

I returned to the main room with two cups. Frank was looking down at his lap with his hands tangled together. I reached out and handed him a cup. At first he didn't notice because he was so lost in thought.... or just spacing out so hard. He slowly took the cup from my hand and thanked me. I sat back down at the other end of the couch as far from him as possible.

"I'm gonna ask this one last time and I need you to answer me truthfully, what happened last night?" I sighed and took a sip of the steaming liquid. I was trying to calm myself down but I couldn't. I was freaking out.

Did we have sex?

That question hung over me and I just wanted to blurt out and ask him right away. Things were strange for me now, I didn't go out with guys anymore. I had Lindsey. If I had done it with this guy than I don't know if I could forgive myself. Sure, Frank was attractive. But he was crazy.

"Gerard, if I tell you I need you to listen to me and not interrupt me. You think you can do that?" he spoke to me like I was acting childish. I clenched my jaw tight, thinking. I didn't necessarily want to sit here and listen to bullshit..... but I needed answers. I nodded at him and he let out a deep breath. "last night you found me in an alleyway, took me home and took care of me. I'm in a really bad place Gerard and last night you were so kind to me. You fed me.... bathed me..... gave me a place to sleep. I know it doesn't seem like much but it means the world to me" he breathed. He looked up at me from his coffee.

How did he know? I had done those things to a dog, not him. I sat in shock. I didn't know what to say or how to make sense of the situation. I set my coffee down and rested my head in my hands. I needed to think. So much was happening.

"But you were a dog...." I barely whispered.

"Let me stay until sundown, then ill prove it! Every night I turn into a dog. It sounds so fucking crazy I know but....... please" he begged.

Until sundown. That was all. Then I could prove this guy was crazy and not feel bad about throwing him out on the street. "okay" I said.

" THANK YOU SO MUCH" he set his coffee down and hugged me tight. Considering I was at the other end of the couch he had to basically leap across. His warm arms hung around me and for a moment I couldn't move. My body tensed up. I was actually about to bring my arms up to lightly hug him back when he let go of me.

"I'm so sorry you probably don't want me to touch you, You're really freaked out I'm so sorry" he hid his head in his hands and sat back at the other end of the couch.

"Its fine" I reassured him quickly. I didn't want a grown man breaking down and crying in my apartment over a hug. "Frank can I ask you something?" I tried to take his mind off the hug.

"yeah?" he voice was soft and weak.

"I just wanted to clarify..... we didn't have sex last night.... right?" I asked nervously. I couldn't help it. The question hung over my head and I needed a freaking answer. Somehow, my question seamed to humor him. He looked up at me and giggled a little bit.

"Honey, you wish you got a piece of this fine ass" he sassed. I felt my face turn red. I tried t o say something but nothing coherent came out of my mouth. He giggled again and held his hands up. "Joking. But seriously the closest you got to that was when you gave me a bath."

Great. This was going to be a long day. When was the sun gonna go fucking down?

Notes

HEY GUYS

Trying to update as much as I can.... Hope your enjoying the story so far!

The last chapter had a lot of grammar errors and didn't have an authors note. My computer was being a butt and I had to retype that chapter three times.

I'm currently in a dark room wearing my Tardis pajamas and typing this. So just in case any of you want to know what my current sex god level is right now..... I'm at level 1000.

Thanks again,

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