forum Shoulder Demon (O/O)

Started September 21, 2019 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Grayson smiled sadly, tracing small circles into his palm. “Are you tired? Hungry? Anything?”

(I feel a bit better. Thank you.)

Seth inhaled unsteadily before shaking his head. "No… I don't need anything. Thank you, love." he mutters, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Grayson sighed softly, nodding. He shifted nervously, hating the slight tension between them. He gently leaned his head on Seth’s shoulder, squeezing his hand.

Seth smiled softly and kissed his cheek gently. "Is something on your mind, love?" He whispers as he looks down at him.

“I just..I’m sorry. I feel like I’m never completely honest with you. You hardly know anything about me..” He said quietly, stroking Seth’s palm.

Seth thinks for a moment before saying quietly. "That's okay, love. It takes time for people to open up and to talk. So don't worry about pushing yourself to tell me things about yourself. You take your time."

“I do want to..I just don’t know where to start..” He thought for a second, looking down at the couch. “I was adopted when I was 11. Before that, I lived with my biological father. My mom died when I was four.” He started, taking a breath.

Seth shifted so he could listen intently as well as offer support of it was needed. His back ached but he ignored it in favor of listening to Grayson. He gently took Grayson's hand gently.

“My father has some sort of mental illness. No one ever told me what it was. I only started noticing it when I was about eight. He would come home from work everyday and inspect everything in the house to see if it was in the right place. He did it to me too.” Grayson took a breath, twisting the bottom of his shirt in his hand. “If my shirt was crooked or wrinkled or if my hair was still wet after showering or if I had a blemish or mark on my skin, stuff like that. He would get really really mad and take it out on me by hitting or raping me, sometimes both. Usually he would find excuses to hurt me for no reason. When he went away on business trips, he would tie me to the foot of my bed and just leave me there. That went on for three years. I hardly ever went outside. He homeschooled me. Then finally somehow I ended up in a hospital and he was arrested. I don’t remember how. I don’t think I was conscious when it happened. There’s more but I can’t..” He trailed off, falling silent.

(Thank you love. I'll keep that in mind.)

Seth listened, his eyes soft with concern and support. As he listened his hand gently took Graysons. When he stopped, Seth was furious. He of course didn't show this emotion, but his hatred towards his loves father was growing even more. Instead, his face became soft, filled with love. "It's alright love. It's okay. You told me what you were ready to tell. I'm so proud of you for that." He mutters, kissing the back of his hand.

(Are you doing okay?)

Grayson forced a small smile, nodding a little bit. “So..I’m supposed to take medication. It’s in the kitchen. But they make me really tired and it’s hard to focus so I usually don’t take them regularly.” He added quietly, leaning against Seth slightly.

(Um. A little better I guess.)

Seth ran his hand through the others hair. "Love… You need to take your medication…" He whispers softly. "If you need to, take them before bed." He sighed as he pulled the other close to him, kissing his forehead.

(Let me know if I can do anything, okay? I’m here if you need to talk or vent about anything)

Grayson sighed softly, holding Seth’s hand close to him. “I don’t need to though..they don’t even do that much. It’s okay Seth.” He replied.

(Thank you love.)

He nods slowly. "I trust you love." He mutters softly, his hand playing absently with Grayson's hair. He shut his eyes as he held Grayson close to him, wanting to keep him safe.

“Are you tired?” He asked gently, reaching up and running his fingers through Seth’s hair. “We can go back upstairs if you need to.”

"Just a little bit…" He mutters as he kisses the others cheek. "Please feel free to go rest, baby." he whispers. He leaned into the others touch and sighed happily.

“You too, love. Is it okay if I go to work tomorrow? You can come with me but I don't want you to be uncomfortable..” He said, continuing running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah…" He mutters softly. "I might need to stay home love…" He mutters quietly as he shut his eyes. "Just keep a low profile so my dad doesn't find me."

“That’s Okay.” Grayson reassured gently. “I can get some better painkillers if the ones we have aren’t good enough. I have to get food anyway.” He said, handing Seth a blanket in case he was cold.

"No, no… It's fine." He whispers, leaning into the other. "My body just hurts is all." He whispers. "A few days of rest and I'll be back to normal. I promise."

“You don’t need to promise me anything. I’ll be here for you as long as it takes for you to recover, okay?” He leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

Seth smiled softly and leaned into his kiss. He snuggled the other gently. "Thank you, love… I love you too." He whispers as he holds onto Grayson. "I don't deserve you." He whisper quietly.

“You deserve everything good and everything that you could ever need or want, Seth.” He replied. “Go to sleep now, you need rest.”

He nods slowly. "Thank you, love. But I have all of that right here, in my arms." He kisses Grayson sweetly before shutting his eyes. "I love you." He whispers.

(Hey! How are you doing?)

“I love you too.” He said softly, gazing up at Seth. “I’m so glad you’re home..” he whispered, his gaze drifting over the various cuts and bruises covering Seth.