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You're Wrong

Another snippet of David and Chris. The prompt this time was "you're wrong"...

"Why the fuck do you put up with it?"

Flashing lights, too many drinks, and too far away from home always fueled these conversations. Sometimes Chris wanted to throw his hands up, middle fingers extended, and tell the world to fuck off. What was between he and David was between he and David. No one else needed to know, no one else needed to understand.

He poked his finger into his glass and stirred the icy mess of vodka and tonic, then as his mind disengaged he laid the icy finger against the errant bruise on the side of his face.  It had been an accident he knew that.  There were times when things got a little out of hand.  He was secure in the knowledge that there was honest love between them, and he was proud to carry the marks of that love.

"Put up with what Jay?" he asked tiredly.

"Don't fucking be coy with me Chris," Jay said a bit too forcefully. He reached over and yanked Chris's hand away from his face. "You want me to haul your ass into the bathroom and show you in the mirror?" He didn't wait for a response as he released Chris's wrist. "It isn't normal Chris, the way he treats you."

Chris squeezed his eyes shut. During the past several days as the bruise formed he'd replayed the incident in his head. There wasn't any use even beginning to explain it to anyone else, the way it made him feel when David unleashed that power he held coiled deep inside himself. He knew that to an outside observer it looked like physical abuse, but in his heart he knew it wasn't.

He dipped his head, the sound that filled his memory space was pleasure, not pain. But there was no way he could explain that to anyone, especially someone he'd known as long as he knew Jay.

"You're not going to answer me are you?" Jay said, his voice over-loud, even against the backdrop of club noise.

"I don't have to." Chris's voice was quiet, but he was sure Jay had heard him. "He isn't the monster you think he is."

"Oh that's fucking great," Jay said with a smirk. "I wouldn't know any different, would I?"

Chris picked up his glass and downed the rest of his drink, signaled the waiter before he set it down, lined up exactly in the ring it left. When he turned to look at Jay, the cocky smile was firmly fixed back over his features.

"No Jason, you wouldn't," Chris said. "And if it's all the same to you, I'd like to keep it that way."

The second round arrived. Against his hip Chris felt his cell vibrate. He slipped it out and smiled. "'Scuse me," he said as he picked up his drink and slid from the stool. He turned back and with a wink he said, "You're wrong you know."

Whenever things went this far out of the norm, David called him six or seven times a day to apologize. Chris didn't mind at all.

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