Tough Love

hi.
I'll be life-updating my blog tomorrow, giving the proper weight loss updates etc then. But right now I felt like blogging this story me and 'eshh' wrote a good while back. Hell I don't even know if eshh is still with us because there has been no word for over a year. But anyways, here is the story. Ignore typos.

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"Try this," Jonesy smirked, wrapping a few small pieces of chicken in the naan bread, before handing it to the younger male. Snickering slightly, he added in the same dismissive tone, "And if that's too much, they got French toast and regular breakfast as well."
Watching the shorter teen for a moment before he turned to face the swarthy-haired male, sitting cross-legged on the couch he just barely managed to fit on, the brunette found himself just grinning stupidly as he eyed someone taken. Normally he had to feign this much interest - and normally out of boredom as well - but he had a feeling that nothing short of kicking him in the groin would melt the almost goofy expression on his face. He was actually preparing for when Kaio would come over, though in reality that might never happen, as he continued after swallowing, "Oh yeah, I was serious about you teaching me to cook."
That didn't mean he'd ever try if Kaio wasn't in a mile radius of him.

Kaio narrowed his eyes a little, feeling a tiny alert pop up in the back of his head. After all this was Jonesy, but again it was Jonesy so what could it hurt? "I know… and I was serious about you coming over so I can teach you those evenings we have time to... “He nodded and shifted a bit closer to him to reach for the piece that was served him by the other. Of course he was serious as well. And spending evening with Jonesy seemed like a lot of fun as well. "Thank you..." he nodded and took the bread thingy, studying it for a little before taking a bite. He looked quite neutral on the taste until he had swallowed, where his lips curled up a smile. "This is great..."

"Told you so," The brunette snickered before handing him another roll of bread, this time filled with a green substance, almost like spinach though that wasn't one of the ingredients. "Completely vegetable, not as spicy, though the chicken's not really spicy to begin with, but this has got um... Mushrooms, lettuce... Couple other veggies and cheese."
He didn't know, but it tasted good so Jonesy didn't care. He wasn't one to judge appearances, which was rather odd on how his philosophy didn't quite stretch to people as well, since he was admittedly materialistic to a point. Snickering slightly as he polished a few more bites of their breakfast, pausing only to sip his coffee, he suddenly paled and turned to the younger male, his eyes wide in realization. "Wait you mean the kitchen in Bean Coffee?!"
And all this time they were both talking about how 'serious' they both were.

"Unless you want to come all the way out to my place... outside town... on the other way of the forest, up on that hill..." he chuckled, eating the next piece like it was nothing, Where else would they cook? Home at Jonesy's miniature kitchen or easy bake oven? Not really much of an option there. "You know… for real cooking there is required quite some space... and... thinking back to your apartment there would be need for some drastic changes there is you were ever to actually cook a real and proper dinner meal fully from the bottom... sure, a ready-made pack which you can boil in water for ten minutes also works, but the food tastes much better if you do almost all the work yourself.."

"But... I don't want you to lose your job," The older male laughed, grinning madly though he was completely serious. If he did not set something on fire in the kitchen, it would be the first time in his entire life. Jonesy would probably have to call his mother, just to hear her faint. The woman had, after all, rather stupidly actually, asked her son to help her repeatedly in the kitchen, hence the fire fighters being only too wary when coming to their neighborhood. "So fine, I'll come to your house. Wait..."
Making a face as he took another sip of ice coffee, he grumbled, "There's a bus that goes there right? I won't have to... Walk or... Bike... Right?"
It was like he was faced with a fate worse than death, and if he ended up having another little incident on a bike, he'd choose death.

Kaio laughed and shook his head. "No, there is no bus yet... but rumors has it there will be set up a bust stop not too far from my house... but still you would have to either bike or walk... unless you could convince your cousin to give you a lift out there... I'm lucky if I get him to bother driving out there to see me at times... because I’m usually the one coming to town... so yeah... or maybe you could sit on the back of the bike when I’m going home... the options aren't that few... but the bus ion not one yet." Why was it that the other seemed pale with the mention of something that would give a little exercise except for dancing. It wasn't that far... anymore. Not to Kaio at least.

"Um... Maybe we should worry about you getting another job because I want these lessons and... That won't work. The last time Peter saw me in an apron... Did not go too well." A rather devious smirk formed on the brunette's lips before they wrapped around a long stick of break, biting off the piece of his sandwich before he rested his head on the cushion, once more nearly falling off. Chairs weren't meant to be sat on in such a position. "It was hilarious. I was helping my mom bake a... Chocolate cake, yeah that was it - in the kitchen, so Petey-boy comes in 'cuz that was summer. We were always at each others houses in summer. So, I'm covered in icing because I put the stuff in the blender, and he comes in, just doesn't believe it, and..."
He stopped to chew his chicken, his expression never changing.

"I practically own the place... and you know... keep a fire extinguisher close and small fires can be put out before they burn down the house... Believe me, I've helped out some people that ended up turning off the fire alarm after a while of cooking because they were so used to it going off all the time... now they don't have much of that problem anymore... So it's possible..." he giggled and reached for his ice tea, taking a big sip from it. He could just picture himself spraying down Jonesy because his hair caught fire or something. A little bit of cartoony of course or the picture would be horrifying.

"Yeah, but I have no way to get to your house," Jonesy grumbled, watching the younger male as if hypnotized before taking a napkin and wiping the side of his friend's mouth, removing a dab of buttered chicken on the side of the teen's perfectly shaped lips, shrugging slightly. Absently he added with a shrug, "You had a bit of something there. Anyway, if Peter here's I'm going anywhere near a /real/ oven again, he'd laugh his lungs out of his mouth I guarantee you. Kevin actually thinks I have a phobia of them."
Rolling his eyes, he took another bite of his meal before continuing. "But yes, mister Miracle Worker Munchkin-boy, I demand that we get these lessons some how, and since both our houses aren't good -"
He made a face. "Why not rent a hotel room or something? I don't want you losing your job so the first lesson will definitely not be at Bean Coffee."

He looked down at the plate in deep thought. Jonesy was kinda right though. The Coffee Bean was not the place to test and learn when the chance for high burning accidents were more than 50% possible. Then a bell rang. "Wait, I have this old out house at the far back of my garden... we could spray the inner side with some anti burning spray... it would last us through one lesson at least.. and we wouldn't risk burning down a hotel instead… because I’m pretty sure that would be a bigger loss than my job..." he grinned and looked up at him.

Gasping dramatically, Jonesy couldn't help but snicker before he added, "I thought you were the one who could work miracles. I figured we would just burn down the kitchenette area of the hotel instead of the whole thing, since you seem to have so much experience with hopeless cooks, Munchkin." Sipping on his ice coffee, the brunette tried to adjust his position into something more comfortable before he twisted himself the wrong way and let out an 'oof.' His head landing on the younger male's lap, the coffee on the ground, he muttered, "Sorry about that..."
Yet, he didn't move, instead sighing audibly, he snuggled closer and added, "I still can't get there. Bikes are evil, you know that?"

He looked down at him with his sparkling green yellowish eyes and smiled more, stroking his fingers gently through his hair a little bit. "You know what... We'll work that out when we find a time for the first lesson.. who knows, maybe the bus has got a route up there by then... or maybe I should just apply to school and move downtown as well... who would trade q quiet place in the country for a small flat in the city anyways..." His grin turned sarcastic and he slowly brushed Jonesy's bangs in front of his eyes

"Hey, you're supposed to brush them away!" Jonesy whined, though didn't move in protest, just attempted to blow his bangs out of his eyes, still smiling up at the younger male before nuzzling himself closer to the black-haired teen. Moving his hand up so he could tweak Kaio in the nose, he chuckled and added, "Don't be like that. You sound like school's such a bad thing... Or impossible. I'm pretty sure you'll get through the first year before me learning how to cook, and then you can live with me and Petey!"
Chuckling lightly as a blush crept on his cheeks, he added with a tad bit more composure, "While I make films of you two and paste them on YouTube."

He giggled sweetly and brushed the hair away again, looking down at him. "well... do I look like Paris Hilton to you.. and if you call me skinny again I will pour the nearest hot sauce within reach into your eyes as well as down your throat because I am not that skinny.." he poked his nose. "So... do they have cooking courses here on this school then.. I’m not sure I would remember if you mentioned them back there..."

"No, you don't look like Paris Hilton. You are so much sexier," Jonesy cooed, puckering his lips to make mock-kissy sounds at the younger male who he was resting on before the waiter in. Gesturing to Farhan, he asked him to bring him another drink and apologized sincerely though he didn't move from his position on his cousin's boyfriend's lap, just staring up at Kaio's chin, which he suddenly had the urge to kiss. Wait, what!? "Actually, yeah they do have classes, but I can't... Take them. I went to see the head of the Economics Department last term, and we were talking in that big... Kitchen place for classes, and I broke a blender... She sorta banned me from classes until I became a chef or something."
He could only laugh nervously before Farhan through a wet tissue at his face. "Next time get up when you say sorry Eli-babe or I won't put the drink on the house."
"Love you!"

Of course he knew he was far more sexy than Paris. Any guy who actually liked her was straight and with bad imagination. Kaio was under neither of those so he clearly did not like her either. "well I didn't mean classes for you silly... I’m seriously thinking about getting my ass back to school before it's too late. And with the skills, experience and love for it, why not add chef to my aced diploma..." he chuckled and took a look at the time before looking back at him. "You know... I really should be going soon... I don't eat much fro breakfast and I should probably eat a little bit along with Peter as well..." he tried, not really urging to go deep inside, but knowing he could not take too long either.

"Oh... Oh yeah, I'm sorry I kept you so long," Jonesy muttered, forcing a laugh before he sat up, careful not to step o the still damp floor while he looked down at the shorter male, looking at what he still had to snack on. "But sure, think about getting to school. There are probably a ton of other places better than U.W. that provide the same classes, but... You know... U.W.'s not that expensive so... Aha..."
Laughing lightly before turning away embarrassed, he sighed audibly and said, "I had Farhan get a burger for Peter, you know, what he likes, no pickle and everything. There should be enough for both of you 'cuz Farhan seems to like you." With a sense of finality, he added, "I'll take care of the bill."

Kaio got up and stretched a little since they had been sitting for quite a while now. "Really? Well... um... thank you then. I'll treat you the next time so don't disappear under ground, eh? I'll be hunting you down with a pan then." he giggled and grabbed his bag, swinging it around the shoulder before stuffing the ready and packed meal in it. "Hey, maybe you could grab some applications for me and such. You know..." Or maybe that was quite a clever way of 'randomly' seeing him again, then with the need of exchanging material to continue studies.

"Sure!" Jonesy replied, a little too quickly. "I'll see you at work tonight, if that's alright with you?"
He sounded hopeful, though by the end of it, his senses had returned to some extent, allowing the brunette to lean back unto the cushioned chair before his cell phone started beeping. Flicking it open as he received a message, he pocketed it and added, "Then I'll disappear forever so I get to see you running around flying a frying pan."
Tipping a wink at the younger male, he waved at him lightly before adding just for the sake of needing to talk to his new-found friend, "Ah... Er... Say hi to Petey for me."

He just smiled and left the nice, little dining place. Never had he enjoyed breakfast like that. Or at least not in quite a while. He couldn't even remember the last time, though it had been with someone nice back then. Picking up his phone he dialed Peter’s number to tell him he was on his way now. Only thing disturbing him a little bit was a few beeps in the other end before the busy signal sounded. And it happened twice. "Hmm... that's strange... oh well I guess I’ll surprise him instead then.." he smiled to himself and wandered if, managing to reach the bus that was headed down town just as it was about to leave.

The point was, Peter didn't want to speak to the lying, back-stabbing bitch he had for a boyfriend, who had lied to him for more than a few hours, especially since he hadn't returned any of his calls to his house phone. If the black-haired male never saw his bitch again, he wouldn't care less, but then again, there wouldn't be any fun. Had he not known the password to his boyfriend's answering machine, Kaio would find a least half a dozen unanswered calls and slurred massages, since even drunken men could press the redial button on a phone over and over again. In his drunken state, the only thing Peter could remember was that the slut hadn't replied, and he even in the morning he dared keep him waiting. Kaio should have learned by now to be early, but he had better hurry if he wanted to be in only two pieces by the end of it.

Kaio watched light pole by light pole pass until finally it was his stop and he got off. There was something in the air though, something that made him shrink a little as he slowly walked down the street where Peter's house lay waiting in the end of it. "oh well... he didn't sound too bad on the text messages… maybe its a good day..2 he quietly told himself and reached the house. The door was locked so he pressed the doorbell twice like he always did, waiting, stomach turning a little bit.

"Oh... Hey." After the door opened, a Peter that looked like he had just woken up, his hair tousled and eyes red, was revealed, a lopsided smile on his face while he made more space for his partner to come in. Yawning widely and stretching, his muscled arms barely noticeable beneath the beer-stained jacket he wore, Peter took a step back before he started walking back into his parents' house, before he called tiredly over his shoulder, "Come in, Kaio..."
Yes, it did seem to be a good day for the former basket ball player, or maybe his hangover was just too strong for him to deal with just then. Either way, Kaio wouldn't know any different. "Close the door..."

He smiled sweetly back and nodded, doing as told. Kaio felt a little sorry for his beloved as he saw the state, the very usual state he was in. "I brought you something to eat... Hope it'll do for now… and maybe we'll dish something up later... You know... Maybe you should have a bath or a shower..." He came into the living room after getting his shoes and jacket off, bringing him the bag and sitting down by his side. "How was the match?" He had been there before and to begin with it was a good clue to center most of the topics around Peter himself and what he had been doing.

"It was okay... Manchester won again, but I don't..." The next second, the end of a beer bottle crashed against the shorter male's pale cheek, shattering against his cheek bone though miraculously none of the glass reached the boy's beautiful green eyes, flecked with a few strands of startling yellow that gave the beautiful whore an even more erotic look when he was pleading. How much Peter would enjoy seeing that just then. Grabbing the boy with his right hand, though he did not release the neck of the bottle, he slammed the considerably smaller teen's face into the wooden table in front of them, before he kneeled beside the bleeding whelp's form. "You might have been watching it for all I know, since you obviously weren't home."
His voice hadn't lost its lazy tone though he tightened his hold on Kaio's neck. The bruises on the back of the teen's neck would never heal at that rate, and if Kaio's hair wasn't so long, everyone would have seen how disgusting his nape was, littered with blue and purple.

Kaio had not seen that coming, not even feeling the pain right away as the taste of blood came to his mouth first. "nh... P-peter.... please... I... I nh... " He reached up a hand, his nose and mouth bleeding badly after the hard meeting with the wooden table. "I-I.. n-never s-said.. t-that I was... uh... home...." he whimpered, reaching his hand up to the hand holding him and holding on to it. "Peter.. please... listen to me... I beg you.... " he slowly looked up at him as tears started welling in his eyes.

"So where the hell were you slut?" He sounded perfectly cheerful, like they were having that little chat Kaio had wanted to start. Hope was for the stupid. Bringing the boy into a sitting position on the floor, only to slam him back into the table, though the younger teen was facing now him, he bent his boyfriend's back on the still cluttered table, ignoring how the other's head knocked over not completely empty cans of soda and the odd tequila bottle. Jonesy's shampoo couldn't be smelled any longer. Peter must have been furious. Normally he had the sense to not touch his lover's face, because people could actually /see/ that, and nothing short of a veil would hide his (Kaio's) sins.
Pressing the broken bottle against the other's shirt, tearing the fabric of his top and digging tiny wholes into his already scarred stomach, he cooed casually, "Because at midnight, I expect you to be home."
If Kaio didn't start talking soon, the bottle would become part of his anatomy.

Catching his breath after a little, he tried to think through what the hell he was gonna tell him to make him understand and to make him stop hurting him more. "Peter..." he panted, looking up at him. "I wasn't going home... remember? Because... I was going up to that school.. you know... where.. where they have that chef course.. s-so... I was gonna stay at Ruben's... you know Ruben... my co-worker at the cafe.. you've seen him the few times you came by... and then..." he took a short break to get more to mind and to focus out of the dizziness. "and then... Alex... didn't show up at work... so Ruben had to come and cover for him... And then,.. I ran into your cousin actually, Jonesy... the one you'll be moving in with soon... and I spent the night cuddled up in your bed there... and then went up to the school today... and now I'm here... you could have just called my cell phone.. I would have come right over..." The lines were starting to end with more whimpering as he fought hard to hold back his painful sobs.

"And I bet you even gave him head." A bitter laugh echoed through the room before the black-haired male brought his current weapon of choice across the smaller creature's stomach, not only tearing through the fabric of his shirt, but creating thin lacerations on the boy's supple flesh, which patterned nicely with the scars he already had on his stomach. Peter must have been psychic or an expert on the human body, because he barely cut through the first layers of flesh, but that didn't stop the bleeding. It merely stopped any permanent damage from happening to Kaio's internal system. He didn't want to lose his human punching bag ever, and he was careful not to do too much. After all, Kaio had yet to visit the hospital. "Right on my bed... Fucked him good on my bed, isn't that right you bitch."
Taking a handful of Kaio's dark hair, the same silken locks Jonesy had fawned over so comically, he straightened his posture before lifting the boy's upper body by the hair. It was good he was taller than his boyfriend. It made all this possible, and it seemed he wanted a bald boyfriend after all this. Thrusting the bottle into the boy's chin, droplets of blood tainting the glass once more, he chuckled, "You're such a pathetic... Cheap, little cunt. Did he pay you for it? Because you want to go to school..."

Right about now, with all the nasty words and accusations, Kaio's mind automatically started blocking out. He had no chance defending himself one Peter had made the first hit and that meant he would just have to stick with it until he felt he was done. Then he would make up a story before taking him to the hospital and acting as a heartbroken and worried kind of boyfriend. Just like a normal relationship asked for. "I'm sorry... it… it was all my ...fault... I-I'll go straight home ... or wherever you want... next time... just calm down and let me go... please..." His begging had become less emotionally now as he tried to stick with until it was over.

Peter's fist contacted painfully with his partner's skull, though he didn't bring the glass bottle away so Kaio's chin was further scratched by the jagged fragments. As the boy fell to the floor, he got to his feet, standing above the frail creature as he leered down at him. They had been through the routine long enough for the older male to know when his boyfriend was beginning to say what he wanted to hear by rote, but that wasn't comforting just yet. He needed the bitch to cry. "You didn't answer my question."
His tone was soothing, sympathetic, feigning the pain any proper boyfriend would feel after the one they loved cheated on him. Though he was smiling the Cheshire cat, leering down at the pathetic fool, he repeated in the same kind-hearted tone, "Did he pay you for it?"

Taking a few, silenced gasps, he clutched his fists onto the carpet and shook his head before answering with a hoarse voice now. "no... n-n-not-thin-g-g.... h-hh-happ-p-en-n-ed....." and just as the others goal was achieved, Kaio closed his eyes and curled up, crying quietly. He badly regretted not going back when he had said he was coming earlier that day. No! He regretted not going home last night. If anyone had attacked him as he made his way through the forest at least that would have been a more acceptable reason for Kaio not to answer the phone. Now his tears were starting to flow down his cheek, mixing with the red blood in his face and slowly dripping onto the floor.

"Liar!" That one word represented all the concealed hatred and anger he had for the smaller male, the jealously ringing through the previously exploding house. It was nearly impossible to believe that something so filled with joy seconds earlier was now the scene of a blood bath. "You slept with my cousin! MY COUSIN!"
Laughing loudly, he stepped closer to the trembling whelp, kicking his finely shaped buttocks and forcing the boy to look at him, pushing Kaio out of his fetal position with his foot before he sent a sharp blow to the swarthy-haired teen's crotch. That sickening smile had returned. "I bet if I had a brother you'd have done him too. Do you just want to hurt me, Kaio? I thought you loved me!"

With that kick, Kaio felt like throwing up, sobbing sounding now and the pain automatically curling him up again. He had no idea what to say now and his body was soon on the verge of not taking much more of this as his boyfriends face was becoming more and more blurry by the second. "P-p-pet-t-t-er.... i'm s-sor-ry.. I’m...such a.... s-s-slu-u-t... I... I don't deserve... you...." he cried gasping and shaking now. "P-please... f-forgive me......."

"I can't hear you!" He was grinning madly, an almost insane glint flashing in his sharp blue eyes - his father's eyes, so different from the doe-like brown his mother, Jonesy's aunt possessed. Throwing the beer bottle as hard as he could against the boy's slender frame, the pieces shattering into an apparently million pieces, with one decently sized shard digging into the side of Kaio's body, he yelled, "What did you say?! I can't hear you bitch!"
Well, it was a miracle he could heal anything with how high he was yelling. If the neighbors hadn't been at work, someone would have called the police by then or maybe not. Sometimes, abuse could be so easily concealed.

Catching what air he was able to drag into his lungs, he took a deep breath and spoke up, or rather cried out "I’m such a slut! I don't deserve you! Please... forgive me..."and it was all over for him, the cry of the white flag clinging through the house with his pain pulsing inside him. He could feel it like it was his heartbeat that caused it, his whole self throbbing and just wanting to let it go. Let it all go. That would have been some win to the other wouldn't it. But no. He would still keep on going, keep on living. One day there would be a way out. There had to be.

"Of course I forgive you." Kneeling down beside the younger male, though he pushed the shard of glass further into the boy's body before he pulled it out, Peter yanked the bleeding teen up by the hair before placing the most delicate, tender kiss on his bleeding lips, obviously uncaring to the blood that soon stained his own mouth. Finally wrapping his arms around the sobbing creature, he wiped away the bloody tears though only succeeded in further spreading the blood around his boyfriend's beautiful face. "I love you so much, I can forgive the disgusting, piece of filth you have become. I can forgive you for sleeping with my cousin because you got tired of the fat whore you work with, and I can forgive you for worrying me. Would I ever worry you like that, Kaio? No, I wouldn't... Now shush... Stop crying."
He was treating the boy like a porcelain doll now, hugging his bleeding figure close the whole time.

Kaio tried to choke his sobbing, but as always it would take a little time for him to calm down. He was holding tightly onto Peter, taking what comfort he was receiving and savoring it. What if these emotions would have come without all the fuss before? What if it could have been like it was the three first months they were dating. Everything was like roses then. But it suddenly changed, like turning on a switch. "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry... I will change... Peter... I love you... help me change... I don't want to be a slut...." he sobbed more quietly now, whispering to him the words of worship and submission. "Help me ... out of it...." This was the part where he usually just let words he would never have had to speak in a normal relationship flow like sweet music into Peters ears.

"Of course... Shush, take care... I'll help you; I'll always be here for you, Kaio, but if you ever tell anyone about this, I will never forgive you." He was breathing directly into his partner's ear before his teeth clamped down unexpectedly on the younger male's words, though the next instant he had returned to gently massaging the boy's back. Lifting Kaio into his arms, supporting him like a baby, with his hand under the black-haired whelp's butt and an arm around his waist, he carried him up the stairs, kissing his toy's cheek every now and then.

"mh... I... won’t... it'll be out secret... safe… along with the others..." he purred quietly to him as he helped on, letting him carry him. He could feel the pain numbing away, either because his heart began to feel stronger again or just because he didn't care about them anymore. The main focus was that Peter loved him and he was good to him now, he had deserved what was coming and he knew he was the one who had to change. "I... s-should call in sick... for a little... I wanna be with you... I've missed you and see how far it has driven me..." he wiped a falling tear of his cheek and had practically stopped crying by now.

"Good, you work too hard anyway." Kissing the boy on the cheek, he led him to the bathroom, where he filled the tub with warm water, barely managing to keep his balance with the bleeding male in one hand. Gently lowering his boyfriend into the clear waters, watching as they were tainted in under a second, the swarthy-haired male began pulling his lover's clothing off, making sure to move at a speed that was convenient to his 'patient,' though the proper term was probably victim. "You do that after you shower; get yourself cleaned up a bit."
Yet he threw the entire set of blood, wet clothing in the garbage. In reality, Kaio would end up washing up most of his own 'mess,' while Peter would watch reruns of last night's game, which he would actually understand since he wouldn't be drunk.

Kaio nodded and reached out, grabbing his hand gently. "Thank you... for being so kind to me." Kind being the proper word when the user had his mind twisted by a psycho. "Would you please get me some bandages from the kitchen before the reruns start? I'll get on by myself after that..." he whispered, looking up at him with a loving light in his eyes while the water did its job on the pain as well. "I'll make us something good to eat afterwards... just for you and me..."

"Of course, love." Bending down, he pressed his lips lightly against the blood mess that was his boyfriend's mouth, but pulled away just enough so he could brush tiny shards of glass of the pillowed entrance. Peter could be gentle when he needed it. He could be the perfect boyfriend, if he wanted to, but a pathetic slut would take advantage of that. He would have to see some proper behavior before he treated any form of filth like a human. "Oh, take care now... You might get infected."
Bandages and alcohol weren't the only things he brought up, but enough pain killers to black his boyfriend out for a week as well. That was what he wanted though. Peter didn't know it, but his body had been massacred countless times while he slept, an after-effect of the drug.

He watched him walk off before sinking down into the water. Reality usually hit him back when he was left alone for a little but now he didn't feel like crying. So why not drown instead? No, Peter might come back and get him out of it. And even if he had pulled a fainted-story, true or not there would probably have been another beating or perhaps he would have drowned him himself. No, it was fine now. And all he had to do was not mess it up again and do as he was told. He had emptied the tub, finished his shower and most of the bandages. Only thing left now was to repair and cover up his face. Though his nose was a little swollen it would only increase the effect of a flu he would tell he had gotten when he called Ruben and asked him to fill in for him tonight. Picking out several pieces of glass and cleaning up properly, he got dressed in his black pjs and headed downstairs to clean up the messy living room that still looked like a bomb had dropped there. It took him no more than thirty minutes before he could sit down in the couch with a tired sigh.

"Hey, what'd you bring me to eat?" Peter grumbled, arching an eyebrow as he cast a bored glance at the other male that had plopped himself beside him. He had moved about two beer cans into the garbage before sitting back and letting his boyfriend take care of the rest, and now that the game was on, he didn't need any more disturbances or Kaio would find his finger stuffed in an electric socket again. It was a miracle the whelp hadn't died yet, but eventually, Peter was bound to slip up, but a murder would never land on his record. No one would believe such a kind-hearted, concerned boyfriend could do that to his partner, even with incriminating evidence on the shorter male's body. "I'm hungry."
There was no feigned worry, no care. He wasn't being pampered, so Kaio didn't deserve anything, and he had asked for breakfast. Even Jonesy was higher on the culinary scale than his cousin as he could use a microwave.

He stretched his sore body and ran a hand through his hair, glancing over at Peter. He was holding out as long as he could to take those pills so he wouldn't have to take so many of them. "I had brought you your favorite burger... But I think its not that hot and fresh anymore... do you wan me to cook you anything... or just reheat the burger for you?" he asked, quite timid and carefully, not to be at too much disturbance. Maybe this evening and night would go off calmly. And maybe he would be allowed to go to bed a little earlier because he was feeling dead tired anyways.

"Make me something... BLT sandwich," The older male grumbled, not looking at his boyfriend before he carelessly pulled open the discarded backpack Kaio had been wearing almost an hour ago and searched through it until he found the foam packaging. He started on the fries first, not looking away from the television unless his fingers couldn't find a snack before he took out the burger. Medium-rare, honey mustard and no pickles, it was a wonder that his cousin would remember his favorites, but for the moment it saved Kaio. "And a Coke, love thanks!"
If his boyfriend had been around last night, the guys would have loved having a waiter around, even a lap dancer. Peter didn't mind letting his friends 'borrow' his property, as long as he knew who it was going to.

He nodded and got up, picking up the kitchen phone to call Ruben. He knew Peter would probably be listening through the phone in the living room so there was no chance for errors. He found the ingredients to the sandwich and dialed the number, waiting for the other end to pick up. "Ruben? Hey.. It's Kaio... yeah, listen... do you think you or one of the others could fill in for me for a few days? Yes I know.. but I have caught a flu... it was just… tossed at me... and I’m gonna take it easy for a little so none of you will catch it… or in worse case any of the customers... ok, great... thank you... yes, I’ll tell him you said hi... ok bye" He was glad Ruben didn't ask too much, had it been one of the others he would have taken a little longer. Quickly finishing the perfect sandwich and grabbing a cold coke on the way out, he placed it on the table in front of him and sat down again, pulling his feet up under himself.

Staring at the television, completely ignoring the younger male beside him, though he only ate half the sandwich his boyfriend bothered to make, Peter cheered whenever his team did something right, but his joy would have easily been turned to a punch in the stomach if Kaio even dared pipe up. No one would believe this was the glorious boyfriend the basketball player really was. Even when he was subtly whoring out the one who loved him ('Well... If you want to dance for them, I won't stop you...' Coupled with a completely heart-broken expression), everyone believed that his quiet boyfriend was what Peter accused Kaio of being, worthless. It was a miracle the twerp with pink-highlights hadn't succeeded in suicide yet. The phone rang. Since Kaio hadn't reacted like a psychic to pick it up, he was rewarded with a quick hit in the back of the head. Peter didn't even have to aim properly.

There had been a time where Kaio could have asked him, when they were watching the match together, what this and that was and everything, and he would get several lectures lasting for minutes. If he tried to show any interest now, it only resulted in punishment. Still he was supposed to sit there and watch it with him. He had tried bringing a book his father had given him when he moved, but that was easily thrown into the fire and burnt up to ashes and nothing. "Sorry...." he mouthed, not wanting to disturb him too much and took the call out in the hallway, just by the living room. "Hello, you have reached *insert last name*, Can I be at any help?" Kaio could almost hear the painkillers calling for him from upstairs now, pain and burning aching almost everywhere.

"Hi, it's Eldiritch. Can I speak to- Hey, Kaio!?" If Manchester hadn't scored a goal just then, Peter would have heard his currently least favorite cousin on the phone, screaming out his boyfriend's name. Jonesy could be heard laughing on the other line, along with something someone in the background had said before he called, "Yeah I'm asking him right now! Shut up! Hey Kaio, how's it going? Watching the match with Petey? I thought you weren't into that sorta thing... Didn't Peter already watch that last night - Ow! Stop being such a turd, Kev, I'm asking him!"
Laughing into the receiver, he muttered, "Sorry about tha- Don't hit me!" Jonesy barely managed to regain his composure before he added an obviously light-hearted, "How're you... Again, because I was so /rudely/ interrupted last time."
More laughter was heard in the background.

His heart almost stopped beating. What would he not have given to scream into the phone that he needed to come and get him and then tell what had happened once he got here. "I'm fine... You seem rather cheerful over there..." he put on a friendly, but fake tone. "And Peter is watching the rerun right now so.. Maybe it would be better if you called after the match..." The word 'don’t hit me' and laughter felt so weird to him. Like it was from another reality, and it somewhat paralyzed him before he tuned back. "Just.. call back later, ok? I'm being missed at the couch..." he lied and hung up with a half idle good bye.

"Wait Kaio!" When Jonesy was hung up on, joking around with his boyfriend suddenly became less fun, as he stared at his old Nokia, as if expecting it to explain, or he did until he was picked up and spun around. "I said I'd ask him!"
Still, the nagging feeling that Kaio just didn't sound right continued to remain, even though his feet were no longer touching the ground. "Who was it?" Peter grumbled, taking his eyes of the television though the smile on his face didn't lessen. It was a commercial break so talking wasn't considered a mortal sin, and as the younger male moved closer, he pulled Kaio to his side, more forcefully than necessarily. Placing a greedy kiss on the teen's face before he pulled away, he pushed his partner into his boner, the tip of which brushed against his jeans.

He bit his teeth a little to overcome the sudden pain, but it didn't make him pull away at any rate. "nh... It was... Jonesy… he was asking for you... but… I told him you were busy with the game and that if he wanted to talk to you he would have to call back after the game... then I hung up... like you have told me to..." he answered, looking at him with a light blush in his cheeks as he felt his so called lover's hard on . "I... I don't know what he wanted... I didn't ask..."

"Did he want anything to do with you?" The hold on the ebony-haired teen's sides tightened considerably, and didn't ease even after Peter had pulled his boyfriend unto his lap, one hand wrapping around the shorter male's waist and pulling him closer so their fronts touched. Eyeing the beautiful whelp tiredly, he released his hold only to grab Kaio's crotch through his pants, giving it a hard, almost painful squeeze before he grumbled, "I worry about you... A lot, and you know that. Stay away from Jonesy, alright?"
His other hand ducked beneath the light fabric of his boyfriend's pajamas, feeling across his bruised back, the signs that he did own the ethereal being on his lap, and that he could just as easily destroy his pet.

He looked back at him with the most honest face he had, shrugging. "I don't know... I didn't ask him." But a mix between a gasp and a moan escaped his lips as the older one touched him violently like that. He nodded, moaning lightly. "ngh.. I'll stay away from Jonesy... you are the only one for me... I wouldn't dare cross your word again...." Kaio whispered, gently biting his bruised lip.

"Good." Without another word, he grabbed hold of the boy's chin, before forcing his tongue through the damaged caverns of his boyfriend's mouth, licking up whatever medicine Kaio might have put on his wounds or the blood that still oozed from untreated wounds, tasting, savoring anything that belonged to his little pet. Biting down as hard as he could on the whelp's lower lip, he slammed Kaio on the couch, on his front. The black-haired male was forced to keep their kiss connected and turn his head otherwise his lip would have been bitten straight off, but it was predictably bleeding again. In a matter of seconds, his bottom half was completely bare, revealing the bruises on his coltish, shapely legs.

Kaio eyes closed into the kiss and he did what he could to enjoy and make it far more enjoyable for Peter than for himself. "Ng!" the bite hurt a lot but he was forced to just suck it up, pleasing his lover, or master if you like. And now his heart was racing, wantingf to beat out of his chest, along with his breath that had picked up quite a bit aswell, though that would only show Peter he was hurting him just enough to get satisfaction from it.

Monday

Ah well. It's Monday again and today was the usual weight-in

125,9 kg

Which is a gain of 0,3 kg from last Monday.
I'm not completely bummed about it though because last week was not the best week on the effort scale. PMS was basically crushing me and it is known that we gain a little weight as well when we have our period. So I'll just look forwards to changes next Monday. Not giving up just yet x3

Steps walked today: 10,240

Saw 70 grader Nord, Frokost tv, and will now watch Southland before going to bed.

Short and easy really. I'm that lazy.

Oh, and sis and family was here for dinner today ^^ <33

~Swan

Motivation is back

At least in the art section it is =3
Yes, I have started getting back into the drawing again and I will improve. I just have to. What am I but drawing? NOTHI-bricked-...

Today was an art-friend's birthday and ofcourse I drew her a picture :3


Seth and KC3 - for Lop by *Swanheart19 on deviantART

The picture has a history and if I had kept the conversation I could have posted the story here. But unfortunately I have not so suxx for you ;p

-+-WEIGHT UPDATE-+-

I stepped up on the scale Monday morning. Monday's have become that part of the 'program' and to my joy it showed the great numbers of 125,5 kg, which is 1,4 kg lighter than i was last Monday :3 IT'S WORKING!!

And today I walked 12,063 steps. The only days I have been below 10,000 was Wednesday and Sunday, so my daily average is below 10,000, but I'm working on getting that up as well.

-+-

Spent the weekend just relaxing and cuddling up at home. It's been a little while since one-on-one time with myself ^^
Watched 'Gone in 60 Seconds' Saturday night. Great movie.
Now only to get the knitting speeded up a little so I can finish some socks before christmas.

Bed time now and I don't think I have more to write about in mind right now either lol

~Swan~

Just another rainy day...

And with that i had to decide to NOT wear my raincoat when i went to work this morning...
It splashed down when I left Prix to go clean at Bunnpris, and it splashed down when I was done there as well. And all little miss Svima was wearing was a thin, none-water resistant jacket. Soaked to the skin much? Oh yeah -.-;;;

I have to start cutting down on my nap-time when I come home from work though. Or it'll just leave me awake for half the night with three hours of sleep before work. A mind will get ruined with that. Trust me. I know because I have been a zombie before.

And today I have only walked while at work. Some day's are just un-walkable you know. But I still managed quite a lot of steps: 8894.

One thing I'm proud of is that this is actually the thrid day in a row i blog. Nice, huh? I'm actually day-by-day blogging. And I realize the posts don't have to be that big. That is why I'm gonna end this one now with two AMV's from the anime Axis Powers Hetalia. It's good people and you can watch it at http://zomganime.com ;3 It's very laughable~

Ciao~

~Swan

Now as I promised

...and with the summer now clearly moved on, I'll tell you a little bit about my summer =3


it didn't really start untill my first part ov vacation in the beginning of July when I had planned two weeks off to join some people (Lena & bf, ...dad...and gf...) for the country festival on Vinstra. Let's just say that with the earlier events that has been depressingly written about this year concerning one part of this traveling party I just decided not to go. Couldn't really afford it either way since my vacation money didn't arrive untill after those two weeks.


Instead i helped my sister move to her new place which is a really lovly and quiet place out in Åsenfjorden. It's down by the river that runs out into the sea so you have the fresh ocean smell which is just wonderful. So yeah, i stayed there for most of my vacation helping her, though if it had not been for lil Amalie getting i'll we would have managed to do a lot more, though sis was not supposed to do too much concidering her big, big tummy in a rather 'hard' pregnancy.

But we managed and the week i started working again she and Amalie and Morten, her man, left to visit his family for a week in Åfjorden beofre they got home again. And that was when summer stress really started.

Sis and Morten, who returned Friday that week invited me to come with them to Ikea that saturday because they were gonna shop a little bit of stuff for when the baby was coming. And coming was kind of the clue for that weekend. I got a message from them on saturday morning with the question if I could be so kind to come with them to the hospital before we went shopping because sis was a little bit worried when not feeling the baby moving much inside her. And they needed me to come with them to look after his daughter, Tuva, while they were to talk with the doctor. And i had no objections towards that really. Because we got to spend the day together while sis had to go through a c-section to get her 6-week-too-early baby boy out of her. He could have died if he would have had to wait much longer so I must say I do admire that special sence my sister has deep inside her somewhere. it's really strange, but she saved his life, and on the 18th of July, somewhere past 2 o'clock little Aaron was born =)





With a lot of struggling to breath and so on I can now tell you that he is still alive and getting healthy. Sis told me he's counted as a 2 week old baby in growth, but does 2 week old babies smile and try to talk to you? xD Early little bugger. I'm sure my sis is special in some way or another. Little pissy ant he is xD


So yeah, he was born and they got out of the hospital, finally, and a lot earlier than they had first thought. But with such a situation one can really just count day by day.

And guess where I spend most of my 3 week vacation?


My sister's ofcourse. But only most of it, and not all. Pitty we had such bad weather almost all the time though. It made Amalie act up a lot because she, as well as most kids that age, get bored when she has to stay inside all day. And I swear the weather was too horribly wet and windy to go outside in.

But we got a few days ofcourse and now I feel I don't bother writing anything more because it's shorty summed up since i once again fail to do a day-by-day blog. Getting better now though. Now awesum awesum picture time : D *spams*
























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For today I have not done much.
Didn't win on the Extra-lottery this time either, but it was a close one.
i have walked 10,068 steps today and have managed breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper sp yay for me =3

Now it's bedtime, which should have been a few hours ago really >.< need to get a grip on that.

Good Night

~Swan

It's a new day, it's a new life...

It's the first day in the rest of my life and I'm feeling.....sore

Yeah xD; that would be the word right now because yours truly is changing her ways. Oh yeah! No more mid-week snacking. Soda's and other snack now belongs to saturdays, and walking will now be a daily routine aswell as breakfast before work and all the other meals.

I have one big goal which is to lose a whole 'ideal' me. Yes, we are talking a lot and if it were not for those tiny goals you have to set every day then gods this would never get anywhere.

But thanks to smaller, achievable goals I might actually be able to change my life this time. Because it is dearly needed. While at my sister's, which I will tell more about later, we calculated mu BMI...and wow... 46... I actually qualify for a free weight reduction surgery, which I will not be having anytime soon. Experience tells me you'll get a lot more egoistic and self centered if you have one like that.

So yeah, new life, new start... here I come >D

Now for my wall of shame ( where I might actually put up a picture to show the progress now and then):

Weight: 126,9kg (and i'm short people, so I'm gonna get a whole me off my body)

Had a few crusts and some fruit tea for breakfast + a vitaePro pill. Will be adding BioPro from tomorrow on which was a 'prize' for joining vitaePro in the first place.

Ate some slices of bread with peanut butter on for lunch. Probably not the best thing to have but it's a start compared to not eating at all.

Didn't have dinner untill late which ended up being two burgers with lots and lots of salad on them and low fat drressing. I try, I really do. >:

But my pride of the day is me walking 12,234 steps :33 that's like way over the 'health' recomendation, which is 10,000. Guess this is what you call a good start no?

Getting too late to write more now so I'll toss in a little bit of vacation crap tomorrow. Gonna< blog a little earlier then.

Night night =3

~Swan

Summer~ Ups and downs

What? Is this true? Is she actually updating her blog?

YES!!! I am. Little miss blog-neglecter lazy-ass is updating her blog. Sound the horns and rais the flags.

And what can I say? It's been a while xD;;; and this time I think I'm gonna be too lazy to put up any pics. Will do next time, I promise and there will be a lot of them :D;;;

So, shall we start with the crap then... I have started hating my father a little now. It has moved on from dislike to hate because he is a selfish fucker who cares for no one but himself really. He cornered me totally the last time I kinda 'had' to babysit for him. You probably remember the concert tickets I was ranting about in an earlier blog. Well here it is...
...I was sleeping like I usually do after work because it is really hard to get up as eary as I have now started doing, when the cell rang. It was dad and he was alarming me (which is quite new) about the weather looking a bit dodgy. And with my Astaphobia ofcourse I bit onto it, seeing as it DID look rather dodgy when looking out the window. And he actually asked if I wanted to come with them when they came to Skogn because they were gonna BBQ etc that evening. And that is ok. As much as I would have liked to believe it at that time, I have always tried to have a good relationship with my father, because the start of that from early childhood was rather poor. Ad they came and picked me up at grannys, to who I had showered since I had basically fled my home in fear of bad weather. BBQ in the summer weather is a nice thing, but what I had actually not seen comming was when he asked me, like in the latest of sec's if I had time to watch his kids (my youngest sibligs ) the next evening because they were also visiting that weekend (which is just stupid really) and with me having problems declinging when it is a last minute like that etc, ofcourse I said yes. Next day came and I was not really looking forwards to this evening because I now knew he had only invited me up there to soften me and then ask his last-minute request. But ok, I had nothing better to do. Had been hinting that I wanted cash, but got a bag of chips and a big bottle of soda instead. Yay, exactly what a fat girl needs <.<
And as if that was the end of that weekend. The next day dad's gf, who I actually liked at the beginning, ended up seeming more and more depressed as the day went on. Ok, she was going back home and there is quite a distance between here and there. But I started feeling sooo unwelcom I actually concidered getting my shoes on and just walking home. It was so obvious. Way to be thankfull <.<

Now to the latest even in this direction, which has led me not to have talked to my dad for about a month, still counting. It was a week the siblings was at Skogn (here xD ) and the oldest of the two of them had been visiting actually And I don't mind that, even if we only played wii xD that nerd *nerds with*. But the second evening he visited it got rather late, 10pm, and it is a bit of a walk to get up there where dad lives so I sent him a txt asking if he could come pick Robin (brother) up. And he couldn't.. because.. he had started on his beer. Yes, the beloved beer. And what the hell? He is up there alone with my brother and my sister and he drinks? (had most likely started after he came from work around 6) And the only for of transportation he has is his motorbike because his gf *makes face* has his car since her's is broken. What if something bad happened? What would he have done then? *sighs* And I was going to bed so I just had to send Robin walking home alone at that hour. Went to bed a bit annoyed at dads carelessness. But it was gonna get worse... Two days later, having my sister and niece here, both of our sibling suddenly dropped by. No message to ask if it was ok or anything, which that day it wasn't really because I had a lot to do and me and sis was having lunch which was already made for the three of us. And how convinient it was for them to drop by around the time dad was getting ready for work. Next one enow made me feel a bit proud of myself as I actually picked up my cell and wrote a text to him, and here is omewhat the conversation on the issue:

Me - "Hi, I would apprechiate it if I could get a note ahead if they plan on visiting, just incase I am not at home or have other plans"

Dad- "Well if it is not a good time for them to visit you then just send them back out"

Me - "Yeah ok, but I would still like a little beep ahead"

Dad - "yeah yeah, beep beep"

Now isn't that well grown huh? I alost threw my phone into the wall. ANd this was text messaging, not Conversation. I could never stand up speaking.

so...

STOP TAKING IT FOR GRANTED THAT I WILL WATCH MY SIBLINGS BECAUSE I AM FED UP AND IF YOU HAVE NO OTHER REASON TO CONTACT ME THEN DON'T BOTHER!!!

-rant over-

Then came my two weeks off and off or not xD;;;; i helped sis almost all of my vacation :3 Was nice to not just sit at home doing nothing really. And when I say helped... it means I helped her move to her new place, staying there untill the last weekend of my vacation. Such a nice spot she has now. REally a grat place. If I had a car I would move to such a location too, but since I dont then getting to work would be a great issue. But It was nice and I got to spend a lot of time with her and Amalie <3 not to mention feeling a lot of kicks from her big, preggie stomach <33

Sorry for beig so short after the rant btw, but it ate most of my wording x3;; Now I have started work again and will be skipping up to mum's house to pick up her mail and water plants while they are away in Bosnia where stepdad's family lives. Can't wait to have her back home ;w;
And after that, today, I'm going down to granny's again to help her progress on an embrodery. Yes, I do like working on that kind of stuff :3

So chiao. Will try to blog more tomorrow maybe. And DSF will stop. Instead I will throw i shorts texts now and then. Some perverted and 18+ and some not. I don't expect all to understand what is going on, but hopefully you will get familiar with the characters after a while

~Swan~