Country Boys

*Timmy's View*

Despite all my wishing, sleep wouldn’t come for me. I just laid their in Daylith’s bed, breathing in his fading scent. I ignored his phone calls, I ignored the muted television flashing images in the background. The only thing I couldn’t ignore was the clock. I watched each hour go by, counting down to the minute when Daylith would be here.

Maybe it wouldn’t feel so frustrating if I could use this time to come up with some kind of solution, but instead I just harped over how miserable my life was becoming. No family, no home, no dignity, absolutely nothing but Daylith. ‘So what would I do if he found out and walked away from me? Where would I go?’

“To the dirt.” I said lightly and laughed at how pathetic I was.

I looked at the clock one final time to see that it was six in the morning. I turned over onto my side and focused my vision on the wall.

‘I’m not gonna think of anything.’ I thought to myself. ‘Nothing at all.’

Once I managed to force all the thoughts from my head, I felt myself drift in and out of sleep.

I woke up at 10:12am when the phone rang. It was Daylith.

“There’s about twenty minutes left of this drive and then I’ll be home.” He said.

I was surprised that his voice didn’t have that carefree ring to it when he was telling me the news, but I just told him that I was waiting and hung up.

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and rinsed my face. Normally a rinse would wipe the fatigue from my appearance, only this time it didn’t work.

I figured that if I ate something I would feel a little better and look more lively so I went downstairs and made myself some original flavored oatmeal.

Once it was done cooking I placed it on the table and sat down. The steam meandered through the air filling the area with it’s scent. I picked up the spoon and went to take a bite, but the thought of eating it turned me off and I couldn’t bring myself to open my mouth.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to eat the spoonful. The bland flavor, which used to be my favorite, made my stomach turn and I could barely bring myself to swallow it, and I knew why.

“Fuck!” I yelled while standing up and throwing the spoon back on the table so hard that it bounced off and landed elsewhere.

The muscles in my arm tensed as I held back the urge to smash the bowl against the wall.

“He’s ruining my fucking life!” I screamed in blame of Marcus. I fell back down into the chair and covered my face with my hands.

“I can’t do this. I have to pull myself together.” I said trying to encourage myself.

‘If I keep letting this anxiety get to me, it’ll ruin everything’ I thought while taking in a few deep breaths. Once I calmed down, I went to sit on the couch.

The remote was conveniently by my side so I put on the TV and relaxed while waiting for the dreaded moment when I’d have to face Daylith.



It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of doors slamming outside. I didn’t bother to look out of the window and see if it was him or not; a part of me already knew.

I could hear their muffled voices as they unloaded the car. About two minutes later I could hear the sound of a key being turned in the doors lock. Then the door was pushed open as Daylith’s dad walked in solemnly, followed by Daylith.

I forced a smile and watched as they both set their bags down on the same spot on the floor where Marcus and I were.

For some reason I was expecting more excitement from Daylith, but he returned the same forced smile.

“What’s up?” He said while coming over to the couch.

I got up as he grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a friendly hug. It lasted for about three seconds before he pulled away and I sat back down on the couch.

I was hoping that his distance was because of his father being around, but I wasn’t sure.

“Do you guys need help with anything?” I asked.

Daylith’s dad told me that he had it under control; he only had one suit case.



Daylith also had one suit case but he told me he needed help anyway. I got off the couch and went over to him while gesturing that there was nothing to grab.

He shoved his water bottle in my hand and said, “Carry that.”

“Um..okay.” I said as I followed him towards the stairs.

I climbed the stairs behind him and it was strange because I slowly felt like I was reverting to my old self. The depression didn’t feel as strong as it did when I was alone. It felt like just his presence was enough to put everything at ease.

When we entered his room he commented, “Well at least you kept my room clean.”

As soon as he mentioned the word ‘clean,’ I remembered that I left my bowl of oatmeal on the table, and I didn’t even know where the spoon went.

“Damn, I left food downstairs, I’ll be right back, I don’t want your dad to think I’m rude or anything.”

Just when I was about to leave he grabbed my arm and told me to forget about it.

“My dad won’t care. He knows your not rude anyway.”

“Oh. Ok.” I said.

We both stood there unmoving and silent as the tension in the air grew thicker.

Just then he called out, “What the fuck is this! It’s been four days! You’re supposed to be on me like friggen white on rice and yelping like a little school girl!

I let out a breath, not even realizing I was holding it, and laughed.

He pushed himself into me and knocked me over onto the bed while playfully kissing my neck.

“Come on man, doesn’t feel like you’ve missed me at all.” He whined.

It felt strange to have him treat me so affectionately. ‘What exactly are we together anyway?’ I wondered.

The moment didn’t feel right to ask him so I just kept the question to myself.

He lifted himself up to look me in the face with an incriminating stare, “So what happened? Why’ve I been sensing all this doom and gloom ever since I walked in?” I shrugged my shoulders and came up with an excuse. “Nothing. I’ve been feeling a little sick, that’s all.”

He lifted himself off of me to sit down next to me.

“If your really sick than I’ll laugh cause it’ll prove you can’t stay healthy without me.”

I halfheartedly laughed and said, “Maybe your right,” while staring aimlessly at the ceiling.



*Daylith’s View*

There was something in Timmy’s unusually dull eyes that made me feel like something wasn’t right. However, he says it’s sickness, so there’s not much I can do but take his word.

Aside from that, I was just relieved at how easily I was keeping my façade of normality. Timmy was clueless that I came back with bad news. I guess it didn’t matter anyway. It was my bad news, not his. So there was no sense in him knowing, especially when it didn’t feel like such a big deal to me. Maybe reality just didn’t sink in yet.

I laid down on my back and put my hands behind my head.

“Well this sucks. I thought I was gonna get a lot more attention from you than this.” I said, trying to break the silence.

He looked towards me and smirked. “Well sorry if I’m disappointing you but I’m not about go prancing around saying things like.. oh I missed you so much, don’t ever leave me again!” He teased while raising his voice an octave higher to imitate a girl.

I laughed and said, “You don’t have to do that but you can at least look a little happier.”



*Timmy’s View*

I didn’t know what Daylith was expecting from me, I wasn’t really sure how to show him that I was happy to have him back. I mean, I wanted to get closer to him, but a part of me felt like I didn’t deserve to get close to him anymore.

Just then Daylith interrupted my thoughts when he groaned, “I hate driving back and forth to New York. It’s basically five hours of sitting in the same position. Now my backs friggen killing me.”

I smiled and said sarcastically, “Yeah, you sound like a youthful seventeen year old.”

“Yea yea, shut up and make yourself useful.” He teased while moving further onto the bed and laying on his stomach.

“What do you want?”

“What do ya think? A back massage you dolt.”

I let out a sigh and ignored his tone. I’ve never given a back massage before so I was a little hesitant. I looked at the side of his face to see that his eyes were closed. That made me feel a little more comfortable, so I moved closer to him and tried to get into a comfortable position.

I sat over him so his body was between my legs and most of my weight was on his ass while I supported the rest with my legs. I lifted his shirt to his shoulders, figuring it would be easier without the material in the way. Before I started, I glimpsed over his masculine back, memorizing the way the sunlight through the window brought out the color of his light tan and cast shadows outlining his muscles. I ran my hands up and down in a slow repetitive motion, loving the way his skin felt so smooth and warm under my hands. I applied a little pressure with my palm and fingers on his lower back and worked my way up to his shoulders. I heard him release a small moan which gave me more confidence in how I was doing.

My mind began to drift into a daze from the sound of his low moans and the feel of his skin. My thoughts disappeared and all I wanted was to get closer to him. I let one of my hands settle over his shoulder while the other gripped his waist, and I leaned down to kiss his back.

I heard Daylith say in a low voice, “There’s what I’ve been waiting for,” before he rolled over onto his back so I was positioned over his pelvis. That was when reality hit me, and I realized what I had done.

“That’s the type of attention that let’s me know what you’re feeling.” He said while reaching for my face.

“Horny?” I joked to cover my embarassment.

He smiled and said “You can’t get horny off of someone you don’t like,” while pulling me down to kiss him.

As soon as his lips touched mine, images of Marcus flooded my mind with no way of stopping them, and I froze with anxiety.

He noticed that I became distracted and stopped trying to kiss me and looked me in the eyes instead. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I- I can’t kiss you.” I said, as the guilt made it’s way up my throat. Daylith asked me what I meant by saying that, but the sickness overpowered me and I ignored him to rush into the bathroom.

It felt like there was a snake swirling in my stomach as I hovered over the toilet gagging.

From the corner of my eye I saw Daylith come into the doorway and say, “Are you alright? You really are sick.”

“Go away!” I yelled, completely embarrassed.

He did as I said and shut the door. Now that I was in solitude I felt more comfortable and I tried to steady my breathing so that I wouldn’t actually vomit. I gagged a few more times, and nothing came up, so I continued to sit there until my stomach eventually settled.

“Shit! What’s happening!?” I yelled to myself, trying to keep my shout low enough so Daylith wouldn’t hear.

‘It’s the guilt. I know it. Maybe I should just tell him. There’s no way we can go on if I’m like this anyway. I should just.. tell him and see what comes of it. And if he tells me to leave, than I deserve it.’ I thought while my brain scrambled through the mess of my situation. Even though I was so afraid that Daylith would push me away if he found out, it seemed like the only solution available. I had to tell him.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Daylith sitting on the bed obviously worried.

“Are you okay? You need medicine or something?” He asked while getting up.

I tried to avoid looking him in the eyes. “No. I’m fine now.”

I couldn’t even think straight as I fought off dizziness and the internal debate of whether or not I was making the right decision.

I sat down next to him without saying a word. He reached over and rubbed the back of my neck before resting his hand on my shoulder.

“Are you sure?” He asked, still worried.



*Daylith’s View*

I sensed something was wrong with Timmy despite his attempts to hide it. I put my hand to his forehead and he didn’t feel hot, he just seemed upset somehow.

When I pulled my hand from his forehead he turned to look at me.

“I wish I could’ve kissed you.” He said, which took me off guard.

I grinned and said, “We can try again.”

He turned his head away from me and said, “No. I have something to tell you, and you’ll never want to come near me again.”

I felt my smile drop, and I was almost afraid to ask him what was on his mind.

“Why?” I asked anyway.

He started telling me about his day at school, and how he decided to walk here instead of taking the bus. I listened as he told me how Marcus followed him, and I desperately tried to remain calm despite my blood starting to boil. He said he was blackmailed and took Marcus back here with him. There were no words for how furious I was, yet I continued to sit there trying my best to look calm. I wanted to get up and go to Marcus’s right now, but what Timmy told me next held me where I sat. He said he actually didn’t mind this time with Marcus. He didn’t mind it because even though Marcus was holding something against him, he was almost being nice to him.

I didn’t understand why it hurt me so much to hear him say that. All the anger from before disappeared in an instant to be replaced with a hollow feeling in my chest.



*Timmy’s View*

I didn’t tell Daylith what Marcus blackmailed me with because I knew he would think I was foolish. I also didn’t want to mention how I didn’t necessarily hate being with Marcus at that time, but if I didn’t, I’d feel like I was hiding it from him, and my guilt would never go away.

It was hard to tell what was going through Daylith’s head, considering how he looked away from me with a dead stare.

“Just, don’t fight him okay? Or go after people he knows.” I told him in case he was angry.

“No. I won’t, your not mine to fight for anyway.” He said monotonously while standing up and walking into the bathroom.

I didn’t know what to make of that. It wasn’t the reaction I was expecting from him at all.

“Wait.” I said while following him into the bathroom. “Are you mad at me? I swear I wouldn’t have done anything if he didn’t blackmail me.”

He put his hand in front of me, as if to gesture me to stop talking.

“It’s okay. You’re my friend, I’d fight him if you want, but you don’t. So you can obviously handle it. I’m not going to be angry. Like I said, your not mine.”

I was so confused. I knew that we never established any kind of relationship, but I thought he’d care more that Marcus took advantage of me again. And if I wasn’t his, how come he expects all this affection from me?

“So, what your saying is, we’re just friends?” I asked nervously.

He turned away from the bathroom mirror to look at me in the doorway. “Yeah.”



The question that had been haunting the back of my mind had finally been answered, so why did I feel like such shit?

My hands shook and I started to feel a bit angry.

“So then why’ve I been getting sick thinking I betrayed you?! Tell me why you kissed me before, and why you want all this attention from me!” I yelled while taking a step closer. “What was that night, huh? I’ve just been a friend to you all this time!?”

I didn’t realize it before, but I guess I always believed we were more than just friends and that one day one of us would say something. But now that I see I was wrong, it was killing me.

“Why did I let Marcus take advantage of me again to defend you?” I said feeling myself breaking down.

“To defend me?” He asked.

“He said that if I didn’t do what he said, he’d get his friends to jump you and that he’d get you kicked off the basketball team. I felt like I had no other choice.”



*Daylith’s View*

It didn’t take me by surprise that Marcus would stoop so low, and even though it infuriated me, I couldn’t help but get a strange feeling from the things Timmy was saying. ‘Did he think we were more than friends? Does that mean, he would want to be?’

I’ve always been attracted to Timmy. There was something about his rough appearance growing up in the country that drew me to him and his personality was cool too. I guess I’ve always wished we could be more than friends, at least to the same level as Asher and I, but he just discovered he was gay. I didn’t think there was any way he could accept something like that so soon, so I just kept the idea to myself.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “I just took a lot of things you said the wrong way. I took them the stupid way.”

He searched my face with his blue eyes. “I actually thought for a minute, you were starting to like Marcus. I mean, you said you didn’t hate having him.. you know, do that to you. And then you made me promise not to hurt him. It was kind of misleading, and I got a little jealous.”

He didn’t say anything and I could imagine how confused I’ve made him, so I decided to be more open and honest with how I felt.

“To be honest, the idea of you going after someone else bothers me. I mean, all we are right now is friends, so if you did choose to go with someone else, I couldn’t do anything to stop you. I’d have to just step aside.”

“But I don’t want it to be that way… cause, I like you a lot. I’m not sure if you feel the same way, but, I guess I’ll find out now.”

I smiled so I wouldn’t look as unconfident as I felt. “So uh, would you wanna be my boyfriend?”

I could tell Timmy wasn’t prepared for that question based on his shocked expression. His mouth slightly parted as if he was going to speak, but nothing came out.

He looked around the bathroom as if contemplating what he should say, and I started to feel like I was wrong to ask him.

His eyes settled on mine before answering, “Y-yea.”

I smiled but continued cautiously. “Are you sure? Don’t think I’m pressuring you or anything.”



*Timmy’s View*

He was acting so cautious with his words, I was afraid I was giving off the wrong impression.

“No, your not pressuring me. I actually like you a lot too, I did since the day we met.”

He let out a short laugh and said, “Yeah. Same here. I guess the slow approach wasn’t the best route for me to take with you then.”

I couldn’t even explain how liberated I felt to have every question, every burden in my chest out in the open and solved. I didn’t feel like I was being choked anymore by all of my problems. For the most part, they were over.

“So-uh, what now?” I asked.

He ran his hand over my chest up to my shoulder, “Well first, there’s something I want to get straight with you.”

“What?”

“Don’t let anyone do anything to you for my sake. I’d quit the basketball team myself if I had to. And if Marcus says he’ll get his friends on me, who cares? They can’t kill me. I’d take the beating for you. Hell, I could probably kick all their pussy asses anyway.”

I smiled at how overconfident he was sometimes.

“You got that?” He asked, looking at me seriously.

“Yeah.” I said trying not to laugh.

He shook me a little by the shoulder. “Louder, I can’t hear you.”

“Yea, I got it!” I said extra loud to shut him up.

“And as for you being my boyfriend now,” He said teasingly while running his thumb across my bottom lip, “I get to do whatever I want don’t I?”

Even though I was a little turned on by the thought, I felt overwhelmed by exhaustion.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night actually, and it’s still early, can you wait till later?”

He let out a grunt and whined, “Do I have to?”

“I went through a lot Daylith, give me a break man.”

He laughed and pushed me from behind out of the bathroom while saying, “I’m only kidding with you. And you better learn to tell me no, otherwise we’ll be in bed twenty four seven.”

He shoved me towards the bed and I laid down to get comfortable.

“Go to sleep then, I have to go downstairs and talk to my dad about a few things anyway. I’ll see you later.”

He went to walk out of the door, and stopped midway to turn back around.

“You can’t be too tired for this.” He came back over to the bed and leaned down to kiss me. It was different this time, having his lips moving against mine didn’t remind me of Marcus at all. There was no more guilt. All I felt was him.

He pulled away and licked his lips before smirking. “Better get plenty of rest now cause I can’t guarantee you’ll get much tonight.” He teased.

I felt my face get hot, and I tried not to let what he says take so much of an affect on me.

“Yea well, that’s not gonna happen if you don’t leave me alone.” I retorted.

“Yea yea, nite.” He said before walking out.

I turned over on my side and pulled the blanket over my shoulder.

I felt so relieved and at ease that time could freeze right here for all I cared, but considering that wasn’t possible, I settled for a couple of hours of good sleep.



~Ahh! Sorry for taking forever to update!! I’m gonna try and work faster I promise!! I know it totally kills the story when you have to wait a couple weeks between chapters, but thankyouuuu for those who still read it, and I especially thank those who comment cause that’s what keeps me going! Hehe

Mitts—I’m gonna start that pic soon, I just got a wacom tablet today so I’ll see if I can make a decent pic with it, so I’ll let you know when I finish^__^

I also don't have any fancy story for why i chose mmm-mittens.. lol.. it's just one of my stupid random things i ended up using^^