Extorted and Expecting

Painful Pickups

It was very early in the morning when a small body began to shuffle against the thick sheets of a large bed, ivory legs that had been trembling from the cold air wrapping around their bare skin began to slowly move and stretch out as the small man they belonged to woke up. Instantly he was hit by the cold of the room, his body shivering while his eyes fluttered open, allowing pale green eyes to gaze around the dark room; it was so early that the morning sun wasn't even seeping through the curtains, the only light in the room came from an alarm clock which was also making an annoying chirp. His head lazily rolled onto its side so he could look at the flashing red numbers, his face illuminated in the soft light enough for him to see the snooze button, his arm felt like it was being held down with led as he lifted it so he could shut it off. Once the sound had finally stopped he could just lay there and finish waking up, he didn't want to turn over and look at the body he could feel sleeping behind him, it was almost impossible to wake Mark up unless you were physically shaking him. He was under the sheets cuddled into the pillows that kept him nice and warm while Ethan laid atop them so the blood and every other substance on his body could dry and wouldn't get on the blankets; he sighed quietly to himself, he knew Mark had set the alarm so he could get up and get clean before Tyler would arrive, but he was scared of his much it would hurt to move.

Tyler would be back for him soon, and no matter how much his head hurt, or his body did, he had to get up, because this certainly wouldn't be a great sight to behold.. Ethan felt like absolute crap and there was nothing more he hated than this feeling apart from the monster who had caused this - and who was laying beside him right now. One way or another, Ethan managed to roll off the bed, each brush of his cut up thighs together stung, causing him to wince and bite back a sound from the pain. His bottom hurt, too, and was bruised from how hard Mark had gone on him, so he couldn't stifle the slight groan that escaped him when he stood up. After much struggling, he limped his way to the bathroom to clean himself up, hoping to do so before his boyfriend came and he had to act as if everything was okay and he didn't just get raped and abused by that same boyfriend's best friend.

Ethan stumbled out of the bedroom, completely naked with every cut, bruise and stain covering his body on full display for anyone to see, but the house was silent and he knew that nobody would be home for a while, the walk to the guest bathroom no longer felt like a walk of shame, this was far past shame for the young boy. Mark wouldn't let him shower in his bathroom unless he was awake and he could touch all he wanted, the man never seemed to not be in the mood for something sexual, he couldn't even begin to imagine what this was like for his girlfriend. He'd like to imagine that this treatment was only directed at himself and not the beautiful blonde who always brightened his day with her laugh, from what he could tell they were happy together, she loved to wear tank tops and shorts and he could never see a single bruise or mark on her light skin and her eyes weren't dull like his own when he was around the Eurasian man.

It had taken a bit, but finally, when Ethan had finished cleaning himself, riding his body of the filth Mark left on him, along with his own dried blood, he returned to the room to pull his clothes back on, being extra careful around the now cut up and bruised areas. He may have been able to wash away the physical filth of what had transpired the day before, but the emotional and mental scars of the Eurasian's abuse would stay with him, haunting him, and he couldn't do anything about it. Perhaps the only remedy would be to leave Tyler, then not have to deal with Mark, but he just couldn't find it inside him to do such a thing, so he would continue to struggle in silence, where no one noticed or paid a second thought to how damaged Ethan truly was, behind the smiles, giggles, and bubbly personality.

Ethan tried to get as comfortable as he could with all the new areas of harm on his body, some of them had come from himself while he had showered, taking a cloth and scrubbing at his hips, thighs -making sure to avoid the large section of cuts- and arms in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the filth covering every inch of him, but when he had irritated his bruises beyond a tolerable level and he was close to bleeding in some places he made himself stop. So now he was sat on one of the kitchen chairs with ice packs and simple ziplocks filled with ice pressed against all the spots that hurt to touch, they were almost completely numb by this point and if he were to keep them on longer it would hurt, but it also meant he couldn't feel it so he wouldn't flinch when Tyler sat his hands on his hips, pulled them together for a kiss as their thighs would brush.