Damaged Goods

***Mike's P.O.V.***

I asked Tony to spend the night. After the movie, we ended up buying Chinese takeout and it got late. I knew I was spending a lot of time with him, and it probably wasn't a wise decision, considering I was having confusing feelings towards him. I just couldn't help myself. I loved his personality. He wasn't the type of person that had to continuously talk. He could be silent and I would still enjoy his company.

We were sleeping in the same bed but there was no touching or cuddling going on. When I asked if he wanted to stay over, he immediately agreed. I could tell he thought it'd be awkward if he asked to sleep in my bed, so he offered to sleep in the cushioned chair in the room but I refused, because who would make someone as awesome as Tony sleep in a chair?

It was 12pm and I should be sleep at this time, but I was too busy staring at this masculine beauty sleeping next to me. I shouldn’t be attracted to this, I was straight. I shouldn't love the way his chest rose and fell slightly with every breath he took. I shouldn't adore his soft snores that escaped his mouth. I shouldn't love the fact that he talks under his breath in his sleep. I shouldn't like Tony.

Maybe I just needed to bang a really hot chick. If I do that and then I still end up thinking about Tony, then I'll really look into this little "crush" I had on him.
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***Vic's P.O.V.***

Tonight wasn't a good night at all.

Everything was fine until around 12pm. That's when Kellin started crying. I got out of the shower and he was laying down on his side of the bed, facing away from me. It looked as if he was sleep, but I could see his shoulders moving slightly.

"Kells." I said, before throwing on a pair of boxers.

I got nothing.

"Babe." I said, walking over to the bed and turning him over so I could see his face.

There were tears running down his face and getting all over his pillow.

"What's wrong?" I asked, immediately taking him into my arms.

This was how his panic attacks always started, making him eat today must have triggered it, I could already tell I had a long night ahead of me.
-
After about an hour, his crying had turned into sobbing. He had these type of episodes often in the asylum, but it’d been a while since I actually had to deal with it. I was sitting up in bed, my back resting against the headboard and Kellin straddling my lap, crying into my bare chest. He often got really hysterical during these attacks and said things that he didn't really have any control over. It’s like he was possessed by someone else.

“I hate myself.” I heard him cry into my chest.

“Shh.” I cooed, kissing the top of his head.

He was scratching at the cuts on his arms. They weren’t fresh or anything so they weren't going to open back up, but I think it was a way for him to cause harm to himself without actually picking up a razor and cutting.

“Stop that.” I mumbled, taking both of his hands and lacing my fingers with his.

Of course he tried to fight against me, but soon enough he gave up and collapsed against my chest again.

“I want to die. Please l-let me die. “ He cried.

“Nope.” I said, rubbing soft circles into his back.

I was surprised how calm I was being during this meltdown. But this one was one of the more calm ones, considering the others that I’ve witnessed. I held him close as he sobbed more into my chest, leaving it wet with tears and snot.

"You're perfect." I mumbled into his hair.

I continued to mumble sweet nothings to him, in hopes to calm him a little bit, but it obviously wasn't working, because he got even more worked up. His sobbing turned into horrible coughs and gags.

"I n-need to throw u-up." He said in between sobs.

"Baby you can't. We're trying to keep your food down. You were doing so good today." I sighed, running my hands through his thick, black hair.

"I need to." He repeated, before covering his mouth with his hand.

"Okay." I sighed.

He lifted himself off of me and hastily made his way to the bathroom with me following close behind him. He was kneeling over the toilet by the time I got in. He was still coughing and gagging a large amount. I know he hated when I touched him when we was like this, so I got up on the counter and sat and just watched.

"Can I help you please?" I asked.

He shook his head and leaned against the bathtub. He hasn't thrown up yet, so hopefully he'll be able to keep his food down. I got up from the counter, went back into the room, and picked up a bottle of water. I brought it back to the bathroom.

"Take small sips." I advised, handing it to him.

"Thank you." He said, taking off the cap and bringing the bottle to his plump lips.

After another hour, we were back in bed and Kellin was fine. His little episode was done and he was just sniffling.

“Are you okay, love?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He replied, gripping onto me tighter

He was laying directly on top of me with his face buried in the crook of my neck and my hands were tangled in his hair. There was a long silence and it was broken by Kellin.

“I love you.” He croaked.

“I love you too.” I mumbled back, continuing to rake my hands through his thick hair.

“No.” He said quietly. “ I don’t think you understand. I’m so fucking in love with you. You treat me so well and you care about me so much. I’m really lucky to have someone like you in my life, because some people aren't as fortunate. They have to deal with things on their own. They don't have anyone to have their back or make them feel better. But I do, I have someone who does those things and more. So thank you.” He finished.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

“You’re welcome Kells.”

-
***Mike’s P.O.V.***

After a long night of staring at Tony, him and I woke up and decided we wanted to be on our own today. We went and got breakfast and now we were back at his house.

"So, how many guys live with you?" I asked, once we were in his room.

"7." He replied.

"So this is basically just a party house." I smirked.

"Yup. Pretty much. I don't mind it though, they help out with paying rent and buying groceries." He said smiling at me.

"That's awesome."

"Yeah. My ex, Collin who lives here, actually came up with the idea after I got out of the asylum."

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy when he mentioned his ex and it made me a little upset that I couldn’t control that part of me.

-

After a few hours of doing nothing and joking around, Tony and I somehow got on the subject of hair.

“I like how your hair is super long, it makes you look like a badass.” He laughed.

“Really? I just got too lazy to keep getting it cut, so I grew it out and just let Vic trim it every once in a while.

“You know what would make it look even cooler?” He smirked.

“What?” I asked, a little scared.

“If you shaved one side off.”

I as very attached to my hair, but I could envision it and I agree, it would look really cool.

“Lets do it!” I exclaimed happily.

He got up hastily, with a wide grin on his face.

“Let me go get the clippers, Collin probably has them.”
He opened the door to the room and I followed him out of the room, mostly because I wanted to see what Collin looked like.

We made it to what I guessed to be Collin’s room and Tony knocked on the door.

“Come in.” I heard a thick British accent say.

He sounded like a posh guy, I probably wouldn’t like him much.

“Hey, can I use the clippers?” Tony asked.

“Yeah sure. They’re in the case in the dresser.” He replied.

That’s when he noticed I was there and he gave me a big cheesy smile. I gave him a small smirk and resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

Tony bent over to open the dresser drawer and I couldn't help but check out his ass. Then I heard an annoying whistle come from Collin’s mouth.

“Mate, your ass looks superb in those trousers.” Collin laughed.

Yup, I definitely hate him.

“Fuck you.” Tony joked.

“Sure, why not? Just like old times.” He winked.

I literally just wanted to throw shit at Collin. Tony playfully flicked him off before grabbing me by the hand and taking me to his bathroom, where we’d be cutting my hair. I sat up on the counter while he got the clippers and stuff together. He started them up and the little buzzing sound filled the bathroom.

“Stay still, okay?” He instructed.

“Okay.”

He stood in front of me and got really close, focusing on the spot he was about to cut. I looked up at him since I was sitting, and I had to hold back a squealing noise because of how perfect he looked. After a few minutes, he was done, the hair on the side of my head was shaved off.

“Turn around and look at it.” He grinned.

I hurriedly turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I looked hot.

“Oh my god. Tone, it looks so good. Thank you.” I gushed, pulling him in for a hug.

“You’re welcome.” He said, a deep chuckle leaving his throat.

I pulled back and gave him a huge toothy grin. Instead of smiling back he began to lean forward, then he placed a single kiss on my lips.