I'm fixing my theme

I’m just wondering who it’s okay with and who it’s not.

          The blonde kept his eyes from widening and did his best not to sigh. He knew he couldn't keep his secret from Oliver for too long, but he also knew he couldn't do much if Oliver were to retaliate against his boss. Ethan didn't mind his job, it promised to pay well, but his boss bending him over his desk was too much. Ethan had to get out. Though no clothing came off, Ethan felt violated and being significantly smaller than his boss, Ethan was thankful for the phone call Michael had gotten. "Olive, I'm fine," Ethan lied again, setting his book down. "I'm just still a little shaken up."

          Oliver had rolled over, burying his face into Ethan’s pillow, his warmth still lingering. He always hated when Ethan got up before him, something that happened almost all the time, but he still hated it — Ethan always tried to wake him, no matter how early it was. This morning was no exception.           He felt his boyfriend immediately, wrapping his arm around him to tug him right into his side. All he let leave his lips was a quiet murmur of acknowledgment, because though he was awake.. he did not want to be awake. Could probably sleep for a few more hours, but the chances that Ethan would let him were slim.           “Baby.. how bout, you lay here with me and cuddle a bit, then I go kill those motherfuckers? Just like ten more minutes, please babe, ten minutes.” Oliver nuzzled into Ethan’s neck as he spoke, pressing a small kiss into his skin.

          "Ten minutes is all day to you..which I'm fine with," he hummed, pulling their blankets up to his chin. "I was only gonna shower, walk the princess and come back into bed with my favorite man," he hummed, cuddling back into Oliver, a yawn passing his lips. "I don't think ten is long enough..you're so comfy to cuddle."

"Are you fucking serious, he only wants to hire you because he wants to fuck you. I don’t want you to fucking work there, Ethan."

"Don't be ridiculous, Oliver," he pouted. "He doesn't wanna fuck me. Everyone in town knows that's your job. Besides, I need to learn how to support myself even if we have the money from you dealing. C'mon, baby. Let me do this. You won't let me deal..please?"

"You're all I know, Ry. You're safety, shelter, happiness, protection..fucking a, Ryder. You've become my life."

He understood what he was talking about; drunk, high or sober, he understood. Many times Austin had been close to death, whether it be self inflicted, accidental or plotted by another. “D’you ever think ‘bout how your own mind can kill ya’? Like… your head can self destruct and make you do shit normal people wouldn’t do?” The male sighed and shook his head, elbows rested on his knees as hues watched Ethan curiously.

Ethan knew how unpredictable death really was, since the car accident he was in when he was younger, Ethan was always one to watch every step carefully. He was reminded every day about how close to death he'd been, the limp he walked with was a constant forget-me-knot tied too right around his finger. He knew well about mental breakdowns and he wasn't a stranger to them. Frequently, Ethan had gotten too high and became trapped inside his own mind and became victim to his thoughts, victim to his imagination. "I..sort of like being trapped by every wall you've ever put up to protect yourself, yeah?" He finally opened his eyes, looking to Austin with his lesser lip trapped between his teeth in a vicious bite.

"W-Would y'wait..y'know..til I'm..til I'm ready?"

"Ry, I'm not ready to die..an-and 'm not ready to lose you. I..the only way I'd go is if you were going too. I couldn't do this without you and I..fuck I love you so much. Don't leave w'out me? Please?"

Noah: Fuck that, come home. Let’s get drunk and judge people.

          Isaac redialed Noah’s number, waiting for the other male to pick up the phone.  ”Hey baby boy!  Sorry I didn’t answer your call, I was in a meeting.  I can’t wait to find out what you’re so excited about, you have me so excited as well.”  Isaac smiled and looked at the picture on his desk of Noah holding Ashley in the hospital room.  ”Of course you may use your black card and go shopping for an outfit tonight.  And you know what?  I’m not even going to give you a limit on how much you can spend.  Just don’t go crazy with it.”

        Noah had slipped himself into the booth between Isaac and the wall. He hadn't been able to keep his smile off his lips as he shopped and as they sat in the restaurant. He looked up at Isaac, giggling before looking back to his menu. He couldn't wait any longer to tell him. Smiling around his wine glass, Noah too a sip as he slipped his legs over Isaac's lap. "Guess what!" He giggled.         "Well, I'm pretty sure you already know what, because I haven't been this happy since we had Ashley. This morning I dunno. I felt good about myself, right? So I um. I weighed myself. And. And. And !!         "Daddy, I've lost all the weight!"