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

Started March 16, 2020 by @Fraust

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Rowan lay his head on Damien's leg, still shaking violently. When prompted, he looked up at Damien, but his eyes were glassy and distant. "Mmmmm…" He whined weakly.

“Fuck…” He mumbled softly, furiously rubbing the tears away from his eyes. “I- goddammit, Ro-“ He was barely holding it together, but he knew that crying would only make it worse.

"M'sorry, Damien…" Rowan mumbled, his words slurred. He closed his eyes and sighed shakily. He was tired of struggling to stay conscious.

“Okay- uh- fuck- I need you to stay awake, okay? I called a- uh- I called an ambulance, they should- they should- uh- uh-“ Damien’s mind blanked. He had a stutter that came out sometimes, whether he was stressed or talking about something he was passionate about. It always bugged him, but now moreso than ever.

"M'tryin… m'so fuckin tired… c-can't…" Rowan's eyelids fluttered as he struggled to stay conscious. He was vaguely aware of faint sirens in the distance.

“I know y…” His words stopped, stuck on that one letter sound for what felt like years. “Y-you’re tired, okay? I know. But you gotta stay- uh- you gotta s- fuck. Awake. You gotta be awake.”

"Mmmm… w-why?" Rowan asked weakly, keeping his eyes closed. "I… I wanna… wanna s-sleep… I'm so tired…"

“Y-you just can’t, okay? Uh- ‘cause- fuck.. uh- there’s not time? You can sleep later if you promise me y-you’ll- you’ll stay awake no-ow, okay?” Damien choked out his words, his face puffy and red from crying.

"I-I guess I can try…" Rowan opened his eyes weakly, the blood flowing from his arms finally beginning to slow a bit. He heard the sirens grow louder and then footsteps rushing into the house.

Damien didn’t dare move from his spot. “You’re g- uh- gonna be okay, okay?” He looked up to see the paramedics come into the bathroom, swallowing the lump in his throat. He barely said a word.

Rowan looked up at the paramedics with a blank, distant expression, and he remained that way while they carefully picked him up and lay him on a stretcher. He was taken into the ambulance, and Damien was dragged along for emotional support and questioning.

He was on the verge of hyperventilating, his sobs becoming more aggressive and leaving him near gasping for air. His stutter was morphing into something more pronounced as he fought to answer their questions, shakes wracking his body.

They asked to see Damien's texts with Rowan upon discovering that they'd communicated that way. "So it seems that Rowan was in some sort of 'trance' you could say. Not a literal trance, but he wasn't in a right state of mind, and he didn't actually know what he was doing until it was done. Would you say that sounds right?"

“Uh- y..y..yeah-“ Damien pulled a rubber necklace from under his shirt, chewing on it to calm himself down. “I- I- fuck- I don’t really know anything else—“

"Calm down, alright? Deep breaths. He's going to be okay. The cuts aren't very deep." Other paramedics were treating Rowan's wounds with antibiotics and such, which stung horribly and made Rowan cry out in agony.

The sounds of Rowan’s cries only made it worse for Damien. He near broke down even further, crying so hard it hurt and his throat felt raw. His hands flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed, repeating the motion over and over until it became something he wasn’t actually aware of.

They soon reached the hospital and Rowan was rushed into a room. Somewhere in the chaos, Damien was dragged in as well. None of the wounds were deep enough to need stitches, but they all needed to be cleaned and bandaged.

Damien sat silently in a chair in Rowan’s room. He looked completely and utterly deflated. His crying had left him in a sort of daze, halfway in and halfway out of a solid state of mind. He wasn’t much help whenever they asked him questions.

It didn't take them long to bandage Rowan up, and after a few minutes of careful surveillance, they left the boys alone. Rowan had managed to stay conscious for Damien's sake and looked up at him weakly.

Damien had finally regulated his breathing. He held his hand next to Rowan’s, not wanting to grab onto it just in case, but it was there is Rowan wanted to hold his hand. He rubbed his puffy eyes, head turned away from the hospital bed.

Rowan weakly laced his fingers with Damien's, most of the strength in his arms gone. He was clearly exhausted, but still trying to stay awake for Damien.

Damien’s voice sounded strained, but he started talking anyway. “I- uh. I think you can sleep now, if you’re tired, Ro.” He gently squeezed Rowan’s hand.

"Will you come up with me…?" Rowan asked, his voice scarcely more than a whisper. He tried to tug Damien up onto the cot.

“Oh, uh- yeah, sure.” Damien sat on the edge of the cot, gently nudging Rowan over so he’d have enough room to avoid falling off when he laid down. “Is this okay?”

Rowan nodded and huddled close to Damien, noticeably trembling a bit. "I-I'm sorry…" He whispered softly.