forum Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)

Started March 16, 2020 by @Fraust

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“How’d’ya sleep?” Damien yawned, the unfortunate realization dawning on him that his hand was asleep.

"Okay, I think… m'pretty sure I had a dream or some shit, but I can't remember what it was." Rowan yawned again as well. "You?"

“Pretty alright, all things considered. Can’t remember any dreams, but I don’t really even know if I dream period.” Damien shrugged, shaking his hand out in an attempt to wake it up.

"Mm… What time is it?" Rowan asked, reaching over to pet Milo, who had stayed dutifully by Rowan's side the whole night.

“Lemme check..” Damien dug for his phone, checking the time. “Uh- almost 9:30. Woke up kinda early, not gonna lie.”

Rowan nodded. "Are your parents gonna be mad? I know you weren't really expecting to have a sleepover…"

“Probably not. I told them where I was going, and they’ve basically accepted I don’t spend most of my time at home.” Damien shrugged. “They’ve told me that I’m fine as long as I don’t get some girl pregnant.”

Rowan snickered a bit. "Well, you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant, so were should be alright. Do they care what time you go back?"

“Nah, not really. As long as I don’t wake ‘em up, I’m fine.” Damien’s hand returned to Rowan’s hair out of habit. “How’re you feeling?”

"Still pretty shitty, honestly. My leg's really fucking sore now, along with everything else. And my ears keep ringing and my eyes keep going all fuzzy…"

“That’s gotta be the concussion.” Damien pressed his lips into a thin line. “Lemme know if I can do anything to help you, ‘kay?”

"Mm… I'll be right back…" Rowan mumbled, pushing himself up on his crutches and starting to move away.

“Uh- yeah, sure.” Damien blinked at the sudden change, reaching over to pet Milo quickly before tucking his hands into his jacket pockets.

Rowan managed to make it to the bathroom and started throwing up, shaking violently. His concussion was giving him a migraine and making him horribly nauseous, which was very unpleasant.

Damien flinched at the sudden retching sounds, although thankfully they were muffled by both distance and walls. He was frozen, unsure what he was supposed to do- he could sit and wait for it to stop, or he could go in and possibly throw up himself or make Rowan feel like he was intruded upon.

After a few minutes, Rowan slowly began returning, looking rather pale and unsteady. "S-Sorry about that… this concussion is doing a number on me…"

“Shit, man.. I fuckin’ bet, that sounded awful. You good..?” Damien asked tentatively, already knowing the answer.

Rowan shrugged weakly and flopped down on the couch when he reached it. "Everything hurts so fuckin' bad…" He whispered.

“I know, Ro, I know..” He said softly, running his fingers through Rowan’s hair. “I can’t imagine how bad this must feel, man..”

Rowan huddled closer to Damien, searching for comfort. "My stomach huuurts…" He whined. "And literally everything else too…"

Damien held Rowan close to him, letting him lean on his shoulder. “That Advil should kick in pretty soon, luckily. Hopefully that helps some more.” He rubbed Ro’s upper back gently, trying to comfort him.

Rowan nodded shakily and closed his eyes, drawing in a wavering breath. "Y-Yeah… how long's it been since I took it?" He asked.

“I don’t fuckin’ know- shit, actually, you took that thing last night, didn’t you? It might’ve worn off by now… I dunno how long before you can take another one.” Damien frowned, trying to think.

"Probably not as long as I slept… can I have more?" He asked weakly, hugging his stomach and curling up a bit in discomfort.

“Hold on a second, lemme look this up..” Damien pulled out his phone, searching up his question and reading for a moment. “Uh- okay, yeah, you can.” He grabbed the pill bottle off of the coffee table, handing it over to Rowan.