Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2006 13:38:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Daniel M <heartmindsoulau@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bruised Love 12

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Bruised Love 12 By Daniel M


Walking into the apartment, Mitch bid Cameron and Andrew good night and
turned into his room, closing the door behind him with a gentle
click. Cameron looked at Andrew.

   "You didn't have to bring me here, I could have gone to my own home." He
said quietly.

   "Would you have felt comfortable there?" Andrew asked.

   "No less comfortable than I feel here." Cameron replied quietly. Andrew
sighed and looked towards the heavens, wishing that they would come and
swallow him. As he looked back down and met Cameron's eyes.

   "I'm sorry, I don't know how to do this. This doesn't all come with an
instruction manual, I'm doing this blind. I'm making all this up as I go
along." Andrew replied. Cameron nodded in reply and said nothing. Andrew
sighed again and looked at the man standing before him.

   "Cam, I'm sorry for not being able to get this right first go." Andrew
said quietly.

   "I'm sorry I didn't get us right first go either." Replied Cameron.

   "No you didn't. Fucked it up second go as well." Andrew
growled. Bitterness laced his voice with acid tainting his words. Cameron
sat down heavily on the sofa, then lifted his eyes to meet Andrew's.

   "Are you going to forgive me?" He asked. Andrew looked out the window
then back at Cameron.

   "I guess I already have forgiven you Cam..." Andrew said softly. Cameron
started the smile.

   "... Though forgiving and trusting are two seperate things. I don't
trust you Cam." Andrew finally admitted. Cameron nodded slowly and looked
down. Andrew looked at his watch.

   "It's late... early... not right time of day to be awake. I'm going to
bed." Andrew finally told him. Cameron nodded and looked around somewhat
lost. Andrew guessed his confusion.

   "You can sleep in with me cam, the sofa isn't that comfortable." Andrew
said quietly before walking down to his room. Cameron followed behind him
quietly. Andrew undressed and slid into bed, only to have Cameron slide in
after him. They lay there quietly, the darkness surrounded them like a
gentle velvet, both listening to the other breathe.

   "Can I hold you?" Cameron asked quietly in the night. Andrew lay there
quietly before rolling on his side, back against Cameron. Cameron instantly
rolled over and wrapped his arm protectively around Andrew. Andrew smiled
faintly at the touch and drifted off gently to sleep.


Andrew felt the gentle touch of lips against the back of his neck and a
hand slipping down over his arm. It drew him back briefly against the firm
body behind him, warming him briefly, before it released him. Andrew felt
the weight on the bed shift as the body pulled away and got out of bed.

   "Morning Cam." Andrew mumbled sleepily into his pillow.

   "Hey." Came the soft and simple reply. The voice was low and hushed,
with a feeling that Andrew couldn't place. He sat up and looked at Cameron.

   "What's up?" Andrew asked reaching out for Cameron's shoulder, only to
have Cameron jerk his body away.

   "This is." Cameron said again, his voice a little firmer, but just as
low. Andrew shook his head and tilted his head on the side to try and look
Cameron in the eye. Cameron shifted slightly to hide his face from the
prying eyes. Andrew sighed and looked at Cameron.

   "Alright, you want to vague that up a little?" He asked. Cameron growled
softly and shook his head.

   "I don't expect you to understand Andy." Cameron snapped.

   "You don't even expect I'll try. Cameron we were best friends for the
past seven years. I'm not going to leave you completely alone at this
time." Andrew reasoned. Cameron turned to look at him, the unasked question
in his eyes.

   "I'm not leaving you alone because you're my friend Cameron. That's
it. You were my best friend, co-conspirator, and confidant.  Whatever life
gives or takes from us we'll always have each other and I know that doesn't
ease the pain at the moment, but it's all I have." Andrew told, his voice
dropping away with a burning shame of knowledge that it wouldn't help with
losing his unborn child. Slowly, Andrew lifted his eyes to meet Cameron's
whose hung sorrowfully before him. Andrew reached out by instinct to touch
and comfort his friend's anguish.

As the tips of his fingers grazed Cameron's cheek, Andrew sat up and leaned
forwards, kissing him lightly on the cheek and pulled the other man tightly
to his chest. A moment of suspended silence hung in the air between them,
before dissolving into the first rattling sob of the man Andrew had
clutched to him. Andrew sat there speaking softly and rocking gently to the
broken man who was before him and wished that there was more he could do.

    'Yeah sure, like I ever fucking know what to help with. I'm treating
these people like text books. Mitch was my test subject and now
Cameron. I'm turning into their disease rather than cure.' He thought to
himself, before kissing Cameron's temple and try to soothe the hiccuping
sobs that broke from the other man.

Gradually, the sobs died and Cameron pulled himself together. He pulled
away from Andrew and sat up on his own strength then glanced at Andrew, his
eyes wet and red. Andrew reached out and touched Cameron's shoulder, who
pulled back slightly from him.

   "I'm sorry Andy..." Cameron started.

   "You don't have to do this alone." Andrew broke in.

   "What? So I can have you shatter my life again when you order me away
from you? That isn't how this heart works Andy." Cameron snarled. Andrew
shook his head then climbed from bed.

   "Excuse me while I call your next mother in waiting." Andrew threw back
and walked out the door.


Andrew stood over the kettle waiting for it to boil so he could make his
morning coffee.

   "Fuck you too." Said Cameron as he came to a halt behind Andrew.

   "Nah, I've got a headache." Said Andrew without turning around.

   "Always the first with a quick comment aren't you Andrew. How about some
fucking truth rather than just hiding behind your smart arse lines and ..."

   "You want truth? You want the truth?" Asked Andrew turning to face
Cameron.

   "You can't handle the truth." Came a tired sarcastic voice from behind
them. Cameron and Andrew both blinked and turned to look at Mitch leaning
sleepily in the doorway.

   "Yes and thank you, now that I've got your attention. Shut the fuck up
or at least keep it the hell down." Mitch said starting to turn.

   "Uh... I... wha?" Said Cameron stumbling over his words.

   "Thank you, no autographs, I'm here until Thursday and try the veal."
Mitch called out over his shoulder. Cameron's mouth moved up and down as
Mitch's door closed solidly behind him. Cameron turned around open mouthed
to look at Andrew, his eyes wide.

   "Yes, you just got smart arsed by Mitchell Downey." Andrew said half
smiling. Cameron stopped and looked at Andrew.

   "You've come a long way with him from where he was. It's good to see."

   "I've done nothing Cam. He did it all himself. He was the one who pulled
me back from the brink and gave me the shoulder when I needed it." Andrew
admitted.

   "Did you two ever... y'know. Take up where you left off?" Asked
Cameron. Andrew turned and glared heatedly at Cameron.

   "How fucking cheap do you take me for?" He spat at Cameron. Cameron,
looked down at the floor sheepishly.

   "For your information, Mitch has been seeing a guy called Tyler for
nearly two months now." Andrew told him calmly. Cameron nodded and looked
at Andrew.

   "What about you?"

   "I don't have the inclination." Andrew said softly.

   "So how'd Mitch and Tony meet?" Cameron asked. Andrew turned and looked
deep into his coffee mug.

   "At a club we were at." Andrew answered.

   "What aren't you saying Andy?" Asked Cameron walking up behind Andrew
resting his hands on Andrew's shoulder, who shrugged them off.

   "When I say Mitch pulled me back from the brink he wasn't kidding. I
live with my own personal little Betty Ford, what can I say?" Andrew said
softly.

   "You got back on the gear? Why'd you do that? You promised you wouldn't
anymore?" Cameron asked gently.

   "You weren't here. You were gone and I had nothing anymore." Andrew
hissed.

   "You promised..." cameron said slowly.

   "So did you." Andrew replied as he gave up waiting for the kettle and
pushed away from the sink and stepped around Cameron before walking back
down the hall into his room and shutting the door. Cameron leaned heavily
against the kitchen counter and tried to get his head around it all.

   "He nearly died this time. Correction, he did die. They brought him
back." Said Mitch softly from behind. Cameron turned and looked at Mitch
who looked down towards the closed door. Mitch looked back at Cameron.

   "You know the worst part, he screamed for you the entire time. You
didn't bother to let anyone know you'd changed your number. When he was
able to think clearly he asked if we could reach you, or if you came. All
he did was nod when I said I hadn't been able to get hold of you. He tried
your phone later that day and asked if I had your new number. That's when
he realized why I wasn't able to get hold of you." Mitch told Cameron, who
couldn't meet Mitch's eyes.

   "He still loves you and he won't stop. He's even forgiven you I would
imagine. He just doesn't know how to trust you any more. You're both as
guilty as each other. I'm on the outside and I'm looking in,. I can see
through you both, I can see your true colours and inside you're both
lonely. You're both bringing each othe to your knees and neither of you
knows how to pick up the other. You both need to fix this or just walk
away. This is on you Cam. You need to walk away or stay - because he won't,
and you know it." Mitch said, fixing his gaze firmly on Cameron, who
shifted from one foot to another.

   "Is this how Jay and I were? Jay knew I wouldn't walk away and you know
Andy won't?" Asked Mitch who turned to leave.

   "Work it out before you fuck him right up." With that, Mitch walked
away, leaving Cameron standing there.


Andrew pulled on his shirt as there was a soft knock at the door. Sighing
to himself, he walked over and opened the door to be faced with Cameron
standing there, holding a steaming mug of coffee.

   "You forgot this." Cameron said simply holding out the mug for Andrew to
take. Andrew's face mixed with confusion as to whether to take it or to
knock it over Cameron. Eventually the desire for his morning coffee hit won
out and he gratefully accepted the steaming brew with a quiet 'thank
you'. Cameron sat down on the bed, his gaze on the floor.

   "Cam, don't come in here feeling guilty over what you think you may or
may not owe me. You owe me nothing, it's water under a bridge." Andrew said
quietly taking a sip of his coffee before placing it back on the chest of
draws and reaching for a pair of socks. Cameron said nothing as Andrew sat
beside him to pull them on his feet. As Andrew went to stand again Cameron
put his hand on Andrew's leg.

   "I miss you Andy." He said gently. Andrew pulled Cameron to him in a
gentle embrace and kissed his temple softly before standing.

   "I miss you too... my friend." Andrew said softly before collecting his
drink and walking out the door. Cameron swung his legs up on the bed and
curled into a ball clutching at Andrew's pillow wondering how to step
forwards.

As Andrew was walking to the door, Mitch wandered out of his room.

   "Fuck off cupid it's not happening." Andrew said to Mitch as he walked
by and closed the door behind him. Mitch sighed and went down to Andrew's
room to find Cameron. Finding Cameron curled up, Mitch sat down and gently
rubbed Cameron's shoulder as the man started to sob quietly into the
pillow.


Walking out of the classroom, Andrew felt an arm sling around his
shoulder. He glanced over and grinned.

   "Hey Nessa, what's doin?" He said.

   "Oh nothin', just thought I'd see how you're doin'?" She asked.

   "I'm fine." Andrew replied.

   "So having the heartbroken man who broke your heart staying at your
place last night did nothing to you?" She asked.

   "I miss him Nessa, you know that. I was stupid to take him back to my
place last night I know. Hang on, how'd you find out?" Asked Andrew. He
then felt another pair of hands land on his shoulder and pull him back
slightly.

   "You think I'm going to let one of my best mates stalk off in a huff and
not call our resident fallen angel for assistance?" Asked Mitch pulling
Andrew back against his chest. Andrew pushed his elbow backwards sharply
forcing Mitch to let go and hold his side.

   "No lovin' for carin', absoloutely no lovin'." He grumbled.

   "I wish you would all realise, Cam and I are done. We'll only be friends
now." Andrew said.

   "What happens to everyone needs a second chance?" Asked Vanessa.

   "Do we forget this is his third?" Asked Andrew in reply.

   "You shouldn't answer a question with a question." Mitch said absently,
still rubbing his side.

   "And you should go harass your boyfriend over there on the grass." Said
Andrew nodding his head towards Tony who was sitting out on the field books
strewn about him in some mishap form of study. Mitch grinned at Vanessa and
Andrew before bidding them goodbye and taking on across the lawns to his
handsome boyfriend. Andrew watched him for a moment before starting to walk
off again.

   "You were like that once." Vanessa said softly.

   "Don't make me poke you in the eye with cupid's arrows." Said Andrew
looking out across the field. Vanessa fell silent as she walked beside
him. Eventually Andrew came to a stop as he came to the entrance of a
building. He looked at the doorway and sagged against a wall and looked
up. Vanessa looked at the doorway then back at her friend.

   "What's going on?" She asked, confusion hinted at her voice.

   "Seeing Cam, it's reminded me of all the good things he's done for me."
Andrew explained.

   "A door reminds you of Cameron? Shit, I thought I was sentimental." She
said.

   "No, through there is where I had my freshman psych lectures. Cam never
told me that he was coming here. I thought I'd come here on my own. When I
finished my first lecture, he was waiting here for me.  I walked out and
straight by him. I didn't even realise he was here until he hoisted me over
his shoulder." Andrew said. Vanessa shook her head.

   "Go back to him Andy. Everything you're doing says you want to."

   "I can't Nessa. I'm not brave nor strong enough." Andrew said. Vanessa
sighed and shook her head.

   "Sucks when all you want is love and the one who loves you isn't enough
don't it Andy."

   "That's not fair! How can I love someone I can't even trust?"

   "Because that's the way the fucking heart works Andy! How many times do
you want me to point out to you how much he means to you? How much do you
want Mitch to bash his head against a wall so you guys see it? How much do
you want to rip his heart out before it's enough of an apology?" She
snapped.

   "If it's such a fucking hassle, fuck off the lot of you. I'm not going
back to him. Neither is he coming back to me. It's done. It's
dusted. It's. Fucking. Over." Andrew snarled and then reached for his face
as Vanessa slapped it hard.

   "Don't take that tone with me Andrew. I've put up with your shit and
moping long enough. For four months I've watched you stare at his photo,
drown your sorrows in the bottle of a bottle of Jimmy and then die with all
the fucking chemicals because you're aching so fucking much for him. Don't
tell me it's a fucking hassle." She snarled angrily. Andrew snorted and
pushed himself away from the wall and started walking. Vanessa looked after
him.

   "Where are you going? I'm not finished yet!" She exploded.

   "So tell the wall." Andrew said, rounding the corner and out of sight.


Andrew climbed into the car and twisted the key in the ignition and turned
the music up to drown the world out. He jumped as there was a bang on his
window. He looked over and saw Mitch standing there.

   "What's goin' on Andy?" Mitch asked as Andrew wound the window down.

   "I'm going for a drive, I'll see you at home."

   "You got a rough time? Tony and I wanted to know if you'd like to join
us for dinner and then going to a club?" Mitch asked.

   "Nah thanks, you go ahead. I'll see you at home at some point." Andrew
told him and wound the window up, driving off.


Some hours later Andrew decided he was getting rather drunk and the jukebox
was playing rather tasteless music. He looked at the barman and ordered
another drink who put it on the bar infront of him wordlessly and took his
money. Andrew sat there staring at the glass before lifting it to his lips
and swallowing, feeling his throat constrict at the burn as the alcohol
slid down his throat. He became vaguely aware of a person take a seat
beside him. He could feel their eyes take him in.

   "Hard day?" A voice asked. Andrew turned his head slowly and looked at
the voice. To his ears it sounded familiar, but he couldn't make out
why. The face was familiar but he didn't know where from.

   "One could say that I guess." Said Andrew tiredly.

   "Girl problems?" Asked the guy.

   "Hardly." Said Andrew dryly.

   "Guy troubles?" Asked the stranger again.

   "One could say that. Why do you ask?" Andrew asked defensively.

   "It happened to me a few months ago." The stranger said.

   "I fell for the wrong one. Best mate growing up.  He was straight
then. Everything I wanted in a boyfriend. Strong, dependable, honest,
caring and affectionate. Just struggled with the monogamy thing. Got a girl
knocked up before we were together. Then he fucked her again while we were
together. Went to shit after that. I went and drove and was in a car
accident. Told him to fuck off while I was still in hospital. When I
finally got out, he was gone. Him and all his shit was gone out of our unit
and my life. I lived it up. Parties, drinks and drugs. Kept going until it
killed me. They managed to bring me back in the ambulance. I was going
well. Well, going well until yesterday. He came bursting back into my
life. Bitch miscarried and there was something appendix popped or
something. Killed her too. He stayed with me last night. Fucked my head
right up. Haven't been able to work out what to do with him." Andrew said,
feeling somewhat ashamed for spilling his life story out to some random in
a bar. He brought the glass to his lips, hesitating a moment before
throwing it back down his throat. He put the empty down and looked for the
barman when the stranger spoke up.

   "Yeah, that is fucked up. I can't compare my story to yours. No one died
in mine." Said the stranger. Andrew looked at the stranger and grimaced.

   "Come on, this bar is depressing. Let's go somewhere else where it's a
better atmosphere. Have a drink, chat, dance and get really slaughtered."
The guy offered. Andrew looked at him skeptically.

   "You pick random depressed fags up in bars often?" The stranger laughed.

   "Only every second Tuesday."

   "Name's Andy." Andrew said offering his hand.

   "Jason." The stranger smiled shaking his hand.


Andrew looked at his watch again and squinted trying to read the
time. Jason sat down beside him with a drink in his hand.

   "How you cruising Andy?" Asked Jason.

   "Not too bad, feeling very super fucked up." Andrew slurred
sligthly. Jason grinned at Andrew who grinned, or so he thought, back at
Jason.

   "Well we can move this party onto another location." Offered Jason,
leering slightly. Andrew arched an eyebrow.

   "Where you suggesting?" He asked.

   "I'm not far from here..." Said Jason, his voice trailing off. Andrew
grinned and nodded his head. The pair stood and Jason looped his arm around
Andrew's waist and headed towards the exit.


Walking in the front door of the apartment, Andrew glanced around taking it
all in. He felt Jason press up behind him and start kissing at his neck,
reaching around to unbutton Andrew's shirt. As it slid to the floor Jason's
kisses went down over his shoulders. Andrew turned to face Jason and found
himself kissing Jason back. Jason eventually broke the kiss and led Andrew
gently to the bedroom, pushing the door closed behind them.


Andrew slowly awoke the next morning feeling dazed and disorientated. There
was something not right with his room. An arm pulled him back gently
against a firm and warm body. Naked skin pressed against his own. An extra
firmness pressed against his lower back. Memories, trickled back in and
Andrew blushed that he'd been such an easy piece of arse for a random to
pull in.  Twisting slightly in the embrace he turned to look at the random.

   "Morning Andy." Came a sleepy voice out of his bed partner. Andrew's
reply was a little more strangled.

   "Morning Jay."


---
Well yes, not so long in posting this time am I?
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Daniel M