When Our Lips Met

"Mikey."
Chapter 26
"Mikey."

Mikey lifted his heads from his food and raised his eyebrows at me.
"Take your hoodie off." I demanded. He seemed shocked at my words, but I didn't cared I wanted to see if he's done anything or not.
"I'm cold." He muttered. I scoffed at his lame excuse.
"it's like an oven in here, and let me remind you that it's summer." I snapped.
Mikey's chair scraped against the floor and he raced towards his bedroom. I ran after him immediately.
"Mikey." I shouted. He stomped towards the bathroom and before I could enter behind he slammed the door locking it behind him. I bumped into the door and turned the knob multiple times thinking maybe he'd unlock it but nope.
I grunted and turned to lean my back against the door. I slid down and sat down on my butt, knees to my chest, head in my heads.
"Mikey." I sighed. I rested my head back against the bathroom door banging on it a few times.
"I don't know how to help you anymore." I said with a sigh.
"Then don't." He finally said. His words were bitter and broken.
"I want to help you. I want you to get better." I explained. I just wanted to help my boyfriend. He doesn't deserve the pain he feels. I wish I could just take his pain away and somehow put that pain onto me so he didn't have to deal with it anymore.
"Luke." Mikey choked. His sobs became more visible as the seconds increased and all I wanted to do was cradle my poor boy in my arms.
"I... I tried..." He trailed off not finishing his sentence, stopped by his cries. I could just imagine my baby. Red face, with fat hot tears running down his face.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I tried to kill myself last night." After this all I heard was his quiet sobs. I could feel the tears brimming my eyes and all I could do was stare into space. This is all my fault, if I hadn't left him alone yesterday.
"Fuck." I shouted through the tears. I punched the wall next to me weakly and began to sob into my hands. This is all my fucking fault, I should have been a better boyfriend, friend, lover.
"Luke." Mikey choked. I heard the lock click and I scrambled to my feet. As soon as the door opened I threw my arms around Mikey and held onto him tight.
"My poor baby." I choked. "I'm so sorry. I so so sorry." I cried. I buried my face into his neck and held onto him as tight as possible. We cried in each others arms.
"I'm so sorry," I sobbed. I hugged him tighter. I don’t want to ever let him out of my site, I don’t want him to ever leave my arms again. "I'm sorry," I whisper.
Mikey and I held each other for what seemed like hours and let all of our emotions out on each other.
"Can I see your arms?" I asked. Mikey pulled away from me and nodded slowly.Hesitantly He grabbed the hem on pullover and took it off. I could see his hands shake and they raised above his head.
I thought he'd at least have a tank top or something underneath it. But he had nothing, He was completely bare from the waist up. Mikey brought his arms up and wrapping them securely around himself.
I gently took his arms and connected my hands with his, interlocking our fingers.
"Don't cover yourself. Your beautiful." I told him. Finally I brought Mikey's arm up to my face a examined the scars and the cuts. They were even worse than all the other times I've caught him. Red gashes and scratched cover his arms, some still as stains of blood trailing from them. All I could think about was all of the pain Mikey has gone through the past few years and my heart clenched. How could somebody so amazing and beautiful hate themselves so much to the point where they have to ruin their skin to feel the slightest bit better? All I want to do was go out and find everybody who made Mikey want to do all these things to himself and make their lives miserable. See how they would feel if they were put through the shit Mikey put up with. Why couldn't they see the Mikey I see.
I connected my lips with Mikey's arma began to lather kisses all over them, doing the same with his other arm. I kissed each and every scar. I didn't care if it took me minutes, hours, even days. I wouldn't stop until I've kissed every arm. Seems cliche but hey... I have my moments.
"Are you mad?" Mikey asked. He was watching me closely as I continued to softly kiss his arms. When I finished I kept Mikey's arms in each hands and ran my thumb softly over his skins careful not to press down too hard.
"I could never be mad Mikey, I love you way too much." I told him. His still bloodshot eyes lit up and the corner of his mouth lifted up showing his cute smile.
"Plus, there a part of you. They make you beautiful." I said,
"You get more cheesier every day." He said. I chuckled and grabbed Michael's waist pulling him close to me. He lays his palms on my chest and looks up and me.
"I want to get better Luke, I do." He said.
"Have you ever thought of maybe getting a therapist?" I asked.
"I had one when I was younger. My mom forced me to go to one but I just never liked them. I didn't even know them, they were just strangers how was I suppose to just trust them." He said. I reached my hand up, pushing hair that fell in front of Michael's eye before positioning my hand on his face.
"I'll be your therapist." I told him. He chuckled and shook his head locking finally locking his eyes with mine.
He leaned over and connected his lips to mine. It started out as a sweet simple kiss but eventually it became heated. Mikey reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck and continued to move his lips against mine. I let my tongue swipe Mikey's bottom lip not thinking he was going to let me enter, but surprisingly he did. His tongue massaged mine and I held onto him as tight as possible not wanting this moment to end.
Mikey's hand travel down my arms and I thought he was going to stop but he didn't. He continued to move his hands down my body and they stopped at the hem of my shirt. I pulled back and looked at Mikey questionly. He was staring back at me with pleading eyes.
"Mikey." I sighed.
"Please." He begged. The look in his eyes was making me break. If he kept looking at me like that I was going to give in.
"After what just happened I don't think-" He cut me off not being able to finish. my sentence.
"Please." He said again.
"Are you sure?" I asked. He let out a long breath and nodded smiling up at me.
"Yeah."

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