Miche laughed and then moved to kiss the males cheek. "Thanks for the good time. And the cigarettes." He said and then looked around on the counter, grabbing a lighter near an ashtray he pocketed it. "I'll probably call you soon then. Be good." He said and laughed, his hand taking his for a brief moment while he let his fingernails sink in. "Be good and don't tell my brother on me."

Miche left then, walkign to the bus stop and deposited 1.25 or so. Whatever change was in his pocket went into the box in front. He walked to the back and waited out the ride till it came to the bust stop a block away from his house. He stepped out and began walking.

"Oh my-" He muttered when he saw Tas's car. He looked aound and then ran into his house. "TAS!?!" He yelled, runnign towards the stairs to Michaels room.

"I can't make that promise, you know how fun it is to be bad." Chris teased and waited until he was out of sight before shutting the door and heading to his bed, pulling off the first few blankets before laying down and letting rest his body demanded take control.

Tas was in Michael's bed, sleeping only in a pair of boxers, having not enough energy to dress any further. His wounds were cleaned, though there were cuts and bruises all over his face, chest, arms and neck. There was a awful looking gash on his forehead from his father's ring.

Miche went dowwn the stairs and turned the doorknob. He gasped when he saw the boy and headed towards him, touching his arm to wake him gently. "I saw the car. Oh my god Tas... Was this all your father?" He asked as he touched an unmarred portion of the boys face. "You... I..." He bit back tears, and tried to focus on being controlled, knowing how to feel about things. He bit his lip and eyes the gash. "You cleaned it but didn't bandage it. Hold on." He said and started to stand before turning back to him. He leaned down, kissed him lightly and smiled. "I love you Tas." He whispered before getting up to get the First Aid kit from Mikeys bathroom.

Tas opened an eye, looking around before jumping up, completely forgetting where he was for a few minutes, "What... Miche..." He seemed completely out of it, "Yeah...I'll- I'll be lucky if I can get the rest of my stuff." He finally got a sentence together and looked over to where he was heading, "I'm alright...I promise."

"I don't care what you think. I have a daughter and a mother in the hospital, adn one of the best men I've ever met hurt laying in my house. Let me take care of something, since I can't do much anywhere else." He said when he came back with the first aid kit.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently pushed the amel back down to a laying position. He hoped he didn't reak of sex but that would be something he'd have to live with.

"Fine... Just don't let me alone right now." Tas whispered. He could smell anything because of his broken nose. He winced as he laid back down on the bed, his muscles sore and ached. He watched Miche, not wanting to have the younger male worry so much over him, "So how is Calee? She isn't hurt too bad, is she?" He asked concernedly, caring more about the young girl than himself.

Miche licked his lips as he tended to the wounds. "Uhmmm she'll be fine. She won't be walking too soon. Some structural rib damage but nothing too bad." He said and sighed lightly. It hurt him that Tas cared about Calee but also cared about Michael more. He bit his lip and moved to run his fingers through the boys hair for a brief moment. When he'd kissed him minutes ago, he meant it. He didn't care if it was love or rebound from Tas, he couldn't just lie to him anymore and pretend he didn't want it. Miche wanted Tas more than anything. "I won't leave you alone, But you need your nose set and to be checked out. We need to get you to the hospital... You can see Calee when you're there. I need to talk to dad, he'll drive us."

"I'm not going to the hospital. MY father would show up and I don't know what he'd do." He wasn't pleading right now, he was telling him what he was going to do. He looked up at him, the words from a few minutes ago finally processed in his mind, "I...I love you too." His words seemed a bit random as well as a response. He pulled on his shirt, bringing him down closer and kissed him.

Miche licked his lips and kissed him gently. Tas... loved him? He couldn't, he shouldn't! His hands gently moved into his hair, trying not to touch any of his wounds as he kissed him softly. When he pulled away he smiled. "Fine, we won't take you to the hospital, but if anything seems broken or if you're hurting still in three days, I'm taking you in. You're of age you can request them not to call your parents. My family will pay for an xray." He whispered and kissed him once more briefly. "I was told you like dominating men, why is it that you're always pulling ME to You?" He asked and flushed lightly.

"Only if I say that it seems like it or say I'm hurting." He agreed, smiling at the touch of the younger male. He didn't know what he was doing or why, he just knew that he needed somebody that actually loved him to be with him right now. He blushed a few darker shades than he had ever done before, "Who told you that? And the only reason I'm pulling you to me is because you seem too afraid to do anything on your own." He winced a bit in pain, but tried to hide the wince.

No matter how hard he tried, Miche saw the wince. "And that's why! You're hurt Tas. Emotionally AND physically. Go back to bed, I need to talk to dad, he's upstairs in his tudy. I'll be back down in a minute." He said and checked the rest of his body for bad wounds. "I'll be back in a minute." He said and kissed the males bruised stomach lightly and closed his eyes.

"And Tas? Trust me when I say I can be rough if it's what you want. But make sure the break up with Mikey is official before I get too involved with this relationship. You can't love me if you still love him." He said and moved towards the stairs. He went up, talked to his dad, who was rushing for the door as fast as he could. He told him about Tas and his father just shrugged, not caring if the boy stayed there. It wasn't like he would notice. His father LIVED in his study and rarely ever came out.

"Fine." He sighed and curled under the covers of Mikey's bed, wishing he had both Michael and Miche. He cursed God for doing this to him, giving him what he wanted and then turning it complicated. He cursed into the pillow, tears soaking into it as he could hold back the tears again, "Why? Why is it that I have to choose? I want them both, they are perfect and then all of this shit happens." He punched the pillow, crying out as the pain shot up through his arm.

"Don't hurt the pillow, what's it ever done to you?" Miche said as he climbed down the stairs with food and drinks on a tray. He set it beside his bed and then sighed lightly. He gently moved to rub his feet as he relaxed backwards at the end of the bed. "I'm guessing it's gonna take longer than 5 minutes to make up your mind? And if you choose me over him, don't tell him until everything calms down. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow night and stay with Calee if she can't come home. Mikey will be here if I go there..."

Tas sighed, quickly wiping away the tears that had fallen, "...What would you do if you loved two different people, but had to choose one?" He looked over to Miche, not sure of the feelings that were inside him. He cared for both of them, but Michael cheated on him and Miche was always getting hurt by men, "When...When should I tell him?"

Miche gasped and looked at Tas and bit his lip, shaking his head. He crawled to him and touched his cheek. He couldn't ask him to choose. It wasn't right. But Tas cheating on Mikey with him was never a good idea. He stepped forwards and kissed the male slowly, tears in his eyes. "Never. You never tell him. Love who you want, but you DO have to tell him when everything smooths out that you kissed me. That you wanted me. Because that makes you worse than him... Chris forced himself on Michael. You WANT to be with me. That makes it worse." He said and moved his hand away from him. "He loves you and you love him and I'm not willing to take that away from him... No matter how much I love you. I love my brother more, even if he is ass. Bros before ho's you know?" He said grinned lightly.

"But this isn't the first time they did this. He's actually cheated on me a few times in the past with Chris and a few other guys... He told me that he wouldn't do it anymore, but the week before I found him on top of Chris in his truck and I left, he doesn't know that I know." Tas looked away, not wanting to show how depressed all of this was making him. He loved Michael even though he had flings on the side, "I...I can't stand having the knowledge that he might do it again."

Fair trade, Miche thought. He then looked at Tas and his heart nearly broke when he saw all the pain on his face. "I don't know how to be in a relationship where I'm the other man... But he must be amazing if you can love him after cheating multiple times." He said and then kissed him hard, his lips moving awy from the males lips, down his jaw, trying to find any unscarred or cut place he could.

Miche wanted Tas to feel amazing and perfect and everything he was to Miche. He wanted to show him how much he adored him, through the gentlest of touches and kisses. If Mikey was cheating on Tas... and Tas was cheating on Mikey... If they could only tell each other and be okay...

He needed to call Chris. They had to make a plan. And he wouldn't mind another round since Tas was obviously not in the mood. He could barely move.

Tas kissed him back, his hands wrapped around his waist, "I want to tell him soon...but he has enough stress with what's happened with your guys' mother and Calee being in the hospital."

He held onto the younger as he started to drift back into the slumber that was trying to claim him, "Dammit...Why is it now that I'm falling back to sleep?" He grumbled.
(sorry it's short...brain dead...)

"Because I'm so good you are totally amazing and have been kicked the shit out of." He said and then moved to kiss him softly. "Go to sleep. I've got some work to do... I'll be upstairs if you need me." He said and sighed, touching his... brothers boyfriends cheek and smiled sadly. "I'll figure things out, don't worry." He said and touched his hair.

He stood and headed for the door.

"Fine...But I want you in my arms when I wake up." He told him before curling up and soon falling asleep. His dream was an odd one for him. He was walking through a hall and every door he passed opened, each side had either Miche or Michael in the doorway, with Chris telling him to choose. He dream started to go downhill, losing both of them refusing to be with him and leaving him for Chris. He let out a small whimper, muttering in his sleep, "Please, don't leave."

Miche had groaned heading upstairs, worried about the work he had ahead. He pulled out his precollege classes work, and transfer sheets. He started writing up more applications and he sent them off. Now his money from work was going to be put into Calee's hospital bills, he needed his free college. Damn.

After three hours he finished, took everything to the mailbox, and then headed downstairs. He crawled into bed and as soon as he closed his eyes he heard Tas's muttering. He kissed his collar bone and sighed. "I'm here Baby..." He whispered, wondering what it would be like to wake in the morning and not skitter off because the guy didn't like him for him.

"Tas, wake up... You're having a nightmare."

Tas was starting to break out in a cold sweat from the nightmare, dreaming that his father was attacking him again and then Miche and Michael were joining in to beat him. He curled up against Miche, a tear streak across his face. He finally jumped awake from the nightmare, panting with fear, "Jesus Christ." He looked around, wiping the sweat away from his face and saw that Miche was next to him and started to relax a bit, curling up next to him, "I'm sorry."

Miche was worried about him. "It's okay honey." Miche whispered and gently spread his hand on the males stomach, sliding through his happy trail. "Hmmm go back to bed. I'm here... Have good dreams. I want you comfy and happy." He whispered and kissed him gently. He was worried for Tas, if these dreams kept up... He needed to keep the boy happy because he couldn't handle the male in pain even in his dreams. He would ask him tomorrow what they were about...

Tas smiled at the familiar touch of the younger male, "I will." He agreed, kissing him before closing his eyes, trying not to think of the nightmare he had. Tas couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare and thinking about Miche and Michael.

He finally fell asleep after a while, his sleep was a bit more peaceful, but still had Miche and Michael in it, though he was with them instead. He slept with a smile now.

Miche slept, mostly horrified versions of how the car wreck happened in his mind. He woke at 10 AM and groaned, sniffing. The air smelled like stale sex. Now he knew he was in Michaels room. He groaned and rolled over. He looked at Tas and then rose an eyebrow. "Hey, wake up. Wanna go see Calee and mom?" He asked and kissed his neck softly.

He wasn't sure how easy it was to wake Tas. He needed a shower but didn't want Tas to wake alone.