#adomaniv

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“so i heard, you have a big crush on me is that true?

DONOVAN JUST LIKE

I NEVER get to play seb like this, i live fo r seb off his meds

         “You don’t know how to flirt. Do you?” He chuckled.

He had hoped desperately he wouldn’t run into Riley, avoiding their flat for hours because he didn’t want to see him like this but also because he knew that he couldn’t trust himself with his current mood. A groan falls from his lips and he ignores his boyfriend, pushing past him to get a clean shirt out of their bedroom. He doesn’t hesitate to light up a cigarette once he’s changed, not bothering to go outside, it’s not like Riley really gets to say something about it and if he has, Chris won’t hesitate to make him shut up. He hates himself for that thought. His eyes are focused on anything but the other boy who is now standing in the door frame, probably looking at him with those awful big and sad bambi eyes. “You wanna know what happened ?? My dad happened. Nothing new, nothing interesting. A lot of yelling, a bit of crying from my baby sister and a few punches. It’s nothing, but there’s also a reason why I don’t want you to meet them.” His eyes fall shut and he takes a couple of shaky breaths, before he places his cigarette again between his lips, a smirk now stretched across his features as he walks towards the other. “If you really want to help me, though, you could get undressed and lie down on the bed, so daddy can use your pretty little body to feel a bit better.”

i feel u

“as long as i want to be mad at you.” he knows his reply is embarrassing, a little bit pathetic maybe because he can’t think of anything better, but he doesn’t know when that ridiculous feeling in the pit of his stomach is going to leave. something is wrong and he’s glad he hasn’t been cruel yet, almost happy that he hasn’t snapped out of another ‘episode’ yet where he finds himself pinning his scared boyfriend to a wall. but riley’s presence makes his chest hurt and he knows if he doesn’t push him away anytime soon that he will do something he might regret. it shouldn’t be this way, the other should be allowed to talk to other people, but watching some gross asshole flirt with his boy, still drove chris fucking insane. maybe he’s always been posessive, but now he can’t get rid of the images of somebody else’s hands all over the male’s body---- because it did happen. he hates himself for not being over it yet and for blaming riley for things that aren’t his fault, but there’s so much anger in his body that he just appreciates the fact he hasn’t lost control yet. “go to bed, riley,” the older sighs, wiping at his eyes quickly, before he places another cigarette between his lips. “it’s been a long night.”