Payback- Part four

Scott stared at the poster on the wall, James Bond stared back at him, he shuddered and closed his eyes. They hurt, the dried skin scrunched together as he closed them, but he didn’t want to open them again. Everywhere hurt. His head throbbed and spun as he tried to keep it as still as possible. His throat was burning and his nose felt like it was on fire. He was such an idiot, he tried to move but the pain that shot up his back made him whimper and he stopped. He led there quietly, then noticed a pillow on the floor, reaching down slowly he grabbed it and pulled it onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around it and buried his face into the soft fabric. He felt the bed shift and the soft snoring paused for a second, and then carried on. He’d almost forgot Isaac was there. He pressed his face into the pillow harder, and more tears started pouring down his face.


“Nice room” Scott said, poking his head round Isaacs bedroom door, he’d never looked round his flat properly, but Isaac told him to make himself comfortable while he got them some drinks. Isaac laughed, “It’s alright, excuse the mess, don’t tend to bring gir- people back here” Scott tried to ignore the comment; if Isaac was straight, then why had he felt the need to change it from girls to people. Scott shook it off, no point dwelling on it, it was only a comment. “Hey Scott?” “yeah” Isaac leant out the kitchen, “I never asked what you wanted to drink” he laughed, “oh, erm, what you got?” Isaac’s eyes flashed frustration, then he sighed. “I aint a bar Scotty, I got some beers, and I think some wine somewhere?” Scott shuffled uncomfortably, he was getting on with Isaac, he didn’t want to make things awkward “Beer sounds cool” Scott walked into the lounge and wondered where to sit, there was a couch and a chair. The chair looked comfier, but he worried that Isaac might want to sit there, so he chose the couch, that way Isaac could sit next to him if he wanted.

Isaac walked in and handed him the bottle, then grabbed the remote from behind Scott, just leaning gently against the side of him. Scott bit his lip so he didn’t make a sound, but his disappointment was obvious when Isaac sat in the chair. He suddenly got bored as Isaac put the football on, he was a rugby lad, footy was a girls sport. Isaac suddenly stood up and walked out of the room, Scott sat confused, trying to work out if he’d done something to bother him, “You do drugs Scott?” Scott shuddered, he’d always had an interest, but that had gone after the night with Danny. “No, not really something I’m into to be honest with you” Isaac walked back in with a tin in his hand “Oh, well I’m only gonna roll a joint, don’t mind do you?” Scott shook his head, “Nah that’s cool, your flat” Isaac flashed that grin again and Scott couldn’t help but grin back. Isaac sat on the couch next to Scott, Scott felt a rush as he sat forward, he stared at his broad shoulders, he moved his hand forwards and lightly stroked it down Isaacs back. Isaac chuckled and Scott ripped his hand back, he hadn’t realised he’d touched hard enough for him to feel it; Isaac turned backwards and looked at him, “Can’t keep your hands off me huh?” Scott went bright red and put his hand over his eyes, “Sorry” he muttered quietly. Isaac turned and carried on rolling.

Scott stared at the TV, muttering under his breath about what an idiot he was being, Isaac didn’t fancy him, but if he didn’t why kiss him and invite him into his house. None of it made sense, but as much as he tried concentrating on the TV, he couldn’t help but stare at Isaac, his soft breathing while he concentrated was beyond cute, it sent chills down Scott’s spine. “Soooo..” Isaac said, sitting back and lighting the joint, he stared at Scott as he exhaled, “How long you wanted to fuck me for?” Scott went red again and Isaac grinned “Come on, you can tell me!”

“I d-d-don’t wanna f-f-fuck you” he stuttered quietly “ohhhh, you want me to fuck you? Is that it? You’re the bitch huh?” Isaac grinned even wider and stared at him.

“Fuck off!! Don’t think so fucking highly of yourself!”

“Ding ding, we have a winner” he laughed loudly. Scott got up, and grabbed his jacket “If you’re gonna be a wanker with me then I’ll just leave now” he mumbled. Isaac kicked his leg under Scott’s foot and he fell back onto the couch. Isaac’s eyes went dark as he lent closer to him, “learn to take a joke, I didn’t say you could leave” Scott began to sweat and whimpered a little. Isaac’s face changed as he sat back, “want another beer?” Scott knew he should say no, but he accepted the beer, as well as the cigarette that was offered shortly after.

Isaac stood up and kicked over a beer bottle, he chuckled to himself and picked it up, his idea had worked out a lot better than expected, Scott was pretty drunk, and he’d even managed to talk him into a few lines of coke. Scott heard the clatter and looked up, “where you goinnn sexy?” Isaac grinned; he’d got a lot more confident as the night went on “just to get you another drink” Scott nodded and slumped back on the couch. Isaac walked into the kitchen and grabbed the last bottle off the side, he popped the lid off, and grabbed a bag out of the cupboard, rummaging through the bag he found what he was looking for. Crushing the pill, he dropped the powder into the bottle, placed his thumb over the top and shook it. Walking out of the kitchen, he sat down on the couch and shuffled up to Scott; putting his arm round his shoulders he passed him the bottle. Scott took a swig, grinned and took another; he moved up closer to Isaac, put his head on his chest and dragged his legs up onto the couch. Isaac moved his arm and ran his fingers through Scott’s hair. “I never thought you’d like me you know” he slurred “thought you were straight, and well too gorgeous for me too ever have a shot with you!” Scott knocked the bottle back and drained the last of it, then dropped his head onto his chest. Isaac pulled his shoes off, put an arm around his back and under his legs, he lifted him off the couch and carried him into his room. Scott was awake, but completely out of it, as Isaac lowered him onto the bed he fumbled at Isaacs buttons, Isaac grabbed his hand and pushed it away, ...

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