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William

I crumble to my knee in front of the toilet, staring at the food I had just thrown up.

My chest was burning and my stomach aches from the strain. I could hardly breathe and my eyes were watery from the force.

I just couldn't keep my dinner today. My mom kept pushing me to eat more and more, even though I was beginning to feel nauseous. I could feel my stomach expand after every bite and I felt disgusting.

Once I left the table, I waited a few minutes, telling myself that I could keep it all down. But apart from my brain was screaming for me to let it all out, that the food is going to make me fat.

So I just shoved my fingers down my throat and threw up.

I wasn't proud of myself at all. I was trying to keep everything down, to break the habit, but I failed.

"Will!" There was a knock on my room door and I wanted to groan in annoyance. "William?"

I huff at my sister's beaming voice, crawling up from the toilet, feeling extremely dizzy. I flushed the toilet, figuring I could say I was just pissing.

"What were you doing?" Gabrielle asked once I stepped out the bathroom, wiping my wet hands on my pants. "Were you...?"

I shake my head, "I was taking a damn piss, Gabby. Like a normal human being."

"I didn't-"

"You didn't what?" I interrupt in a hiss, feeling anger bubble inside of me. "Stop assuming shit, why are you even in here?!"

She scowls, "why are you getting so defensive? Now I know you were throwing up.'

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my phone, checking the time, "yeah, because every single time I use the bathroom, I'm just picking my guts up. Of course, Gabrielle." With a sigh in frustration, I grab my shoes, wanting to just take a walk to clear my mind.

"Why are you getting mad? I just care for you. You have eating disorders, do you-"

"So fucking what?!" I spat as I pulled my sneakers on, "just because I have eating problems, doesn't mean you can be up my ass!"

Gabrielle just rolls her eyes at my outburst, "well who else is going to! You need help and I think you're still throwing up!"

"So what if I am?! It's my fucking life!"

"I'm in your life! You're my goddamn brother!"

The door creeks wider, "why are you guys yelling?"

I grumbled a small, "nothing," to my mom,  shoving my phone into my pocket.

"Will was throwing up again."

"What the fuck!" I groan in annoyance at my sister. "No the fuck, I wasn't. Stop assuming shit and leave me alone!"

"William." My mom scolds at my language, grimacing. "Were you though?"

I just roll my eyes, moving past my sister and mom.

"Will!" Mom snaps as she grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my place. "Were you?"

"Why does it matter!?"

She sighs, "because, you need to get better and-"

"So forcing me to eat until I feel sick and being up my ass all the time is going to help me get better, Mom?" I interrupt, going back into my room to grab my keys.

"If it helps!"

I just scoffed, "whatever. I'm leaving."

She frowns as I slide past them, "where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here."

I just drove around for a bit, trying to calm my anger, but I didn't really work. I began to cry tears of frustration.

I soon found myself knocking on the Reeves door and biting harshly on my bottom lip. Footsteps came close to the door and I quickly wipe the tears still falling on my face.

The door swings open, revealing Brynn, who smiles at me. "Hey, dear."

"Uh...hi." I tried not to sniffle, but my nose was beginning to run from crying. "Is Nick here?"

She nodded, pushing me into the house. "He's taking a shower right now. Are you okay?"

The simple words made my eyes start to water and I quickly nod, "yes... I'm sorry for just coming over. I just..." I feel fresh tears spill. "My family is just always breathing down my neck."

Brynn frowns as she closed the door, "what happened?"

"My mom was making me eat too much and I couldn't keep it in and my sister came in after and she started accusing me and we started arguing and I got mad and my mom came in and she got mad and-"

"Breath, slow down," Brynn whispers as she placed her hands on my shoulders. "Your family just cares very much and wants to make sure you're okay."

I huff, wiping under my eyes, "I am okay though."

Her frown deepens, "dear...I don't want to offend you... But you just told me you threw up your food... You were in the hospital a month ago for self-harm and two eating disorders..."

"That doesn't mean I'm not okay..."

Brynn just sighs gently, "I know I would constantly worry about Nick if he was going through that, hun. Your family means well."

I knew she was right, it just irritated me. I just want to feel like a normal person and not have everyone worrying. I just hate it.

"I know." I finally respond, hearing a door shut.

"Mom, I think the drain is clogged. I was shaving and the hair-" Nicholas paused once he saw me, his face brightening. "Will!"

"Hi." He instantly wraps his arms around me, my face pressing against his bare, wet chest. I inhale deeply, the fresh smell of body wash filling my nose. "You smell good."

"Thanks, love." He kissed my head, studying my face for a moment. "You alright?"

I shrug, "just family, I guess." Nicholas's eyes traveled to his mom, the two of them sharing a look before Nicholas nodded, holding me closer to him.

"How about this." Brynn started, grabbing her keys. "I'll go talk to your parents, you stay here and try to stay calm. Try to eat something."

I didn't even process what she was saying before she left.

"Talk to me," Nicholas demands as he pulled me into his kitchen, instantly beginning to move around. I stare at his bare back, noticing the dimples on the bottom of his spine. He was so pretty. "William?"

"Oh." I blink to snap myself out of the gaze, clearing my throat. "I don't know what's happening, Nicholas."

He furrows his brows, handing me a cup of water. "What happened?"

I sigh, "my mom was making me eat dinner... And I kept eating more... And I couldn't keep it down. So, I threw up... Then Gabby came in and started accusing me... Then I felt really upset. She told my mom I was throwing up and my mom got mad... So I left... I'm just tired of everyone being up my ass."

Nick frowns, holding me close to him. "I'm sorry, Will. They just really care. Why'd you thrown up though? You were doing so well."

I sheepishly itch my neck, "it's not the first time since the hospital." A look of disapproval grew on his face and he sighed. "It's only been a few times. I did tonight because I ate too much."

We just stayed in the kitchen for a few minutes in silence, sipping on water. Nicholas rubbed my knuckles as he stared at the table, gazing out.

"I'm sorry." I squeak out, bouncing on the balls of my feet. "Are you mad?"

He looked up at me finally, shaking his head. "No, of course not.   I wish you would've called me instead of throwing up... but I'm not mad. Have you cut?"

I clear my throat, biting the skin on the inside of my cheek. "No. Nearly did a few times, but I didn't."

There's been a few times this week I'd accidentally graze the razor across my thigh or use a blade from a sharpener to piece a small part of my skin.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, Nick!" I then grumble in frustration, lifting his hand to my lips, kissing it in apology.

Nicholas glided his finger across my lips, his face inching closer to mine. I wanted to kiss him so badly, just a little taste of them would help me get my mind off things.

Right when I was about to connect our lips, Nicholas retracted, pulling me into the living room, a small giggle escaping his lips.

"I love you, baby boy," Nicholas whispers as he pulled me between his legs, my back facing him. "I just want you to get better."

With a sigh, I nodded in understanding, "I love you too, Daddy... Long Legs."

I knew Nick smirked at my pause, pulling me closer to him by my thighs. He peppered kisses down my neck, stopping on a few spots to nip gently at them.

A relaxed at his warm mouth on my skin, tilting my head to the side so he could access the part of my neck better.

I heard Nicholas mumble a few profanities under his breath before he began sucking on my skin. At that moment, I didn't understand why he started to swear. Nick doesn't cuss unless he's upset, singing, or is extremely happy.

My eyes then widened once I realized why tilting my hips up to avoid the bulge then shifting farther back into his crotch.

I knew he knew that I knew. (Try saying this 5 times fast :'/)

Continuing to frustrate him, I made sure I was as far back as I could, Nicholas's breath becoming heavy near my ear as he continued to suck harshly on my neck.

My hands wander to his thighs, gently squeezing on his inner thighs, right near his groin. He jumped in surprise but pressed his hips against my back.

"Someone's excited." I finally spoke, Nicholas's mouth stopping on my neck. He let out a shy chuckle, kissing at my ear.

He let out a small, "yeah," covering the worked area on my neck with a few open-mouthed kisses. "Just a little."

"Just a teeny, tiny bit?"

"Just an eenie, weenie tiny bit."

I giggle, turning my head to look at him, a dopey smile on his face. "Only that little?"

Nick rolls his eyes, kissing my nose gently. "Maybe a little more."

"I can tell."

His cheeks reddened and he let out a few stutters, "I...uhm... yeah... w-well... I'm a little sensitive."

I repeat my last phrase, slowly turning around so I was facing his chest, settling on his lap. Stiffening slightly at the poking at my bottom, I adjust a bit, letting my hands rest on his upper thighs.

Nicholas squirmed in his shorts, looking extremely uncomfortable. And my teasing and adjusting didn't help his case.

"Damn it, William." He mumbled while squeezing his legs, a look of discomfort evident on his face.

Giggling, I press my palm against him, watching as his eyes widen with surprise. I moved up on his thighs, slowly rocking my hips against the hardness.hh

A small, throaty noise left his lips and I quickly continued the movement.

Nicholas stuffed his face into my shoulder, the pants and grunts leaving his mouth muffled, his hands gripping at my shirt.

I couldn't feel a single ounce of pleasure because of the meds. I was sad to find out the night I got them that they make me unable to get horny.

Quickening my grinding, Nicholas's noises became louder and his breath hit my shoulder quicker. His noises only encouraged me to go faster, enjoying the lovely noises escaping his lips.

Nearly two minutes passed of my rhythm and Nicholas bucked his hips up as he groaned my name into my shoulder, a warmth growing in his shorts.

Smirking in satisfaction, I held him closer to me, running my fingers through his hair. He continued to pant heavily as my fingers raked through his gentle waves.

"Fuck." He finally says, lifting his head from my r shoulders, his eyes meeting mine. "That was fun."

I couldn't help but laugh at him, nodding in agreement, "it really was."

Nicholas looked down, furrowing his brows, "why aren't you..."

"The meds." I shrug, poking his soft, clothed groin area. He scowls playfully at me. I giggle, kissing his cheek, "you're all messy, now."

Nicholas huffs, "I just took a shower too... Ya know, the side effects could always just not work for meds."

I looked at my boyfriend weirdly, "what do you mean? If you experience a side effect, of course, it will continue to happen."

He hums in thought, "maybe you should get new meds. These ones make you have an attitude anyways."

"What?!"

"See what I mean." I huff in annoyance, earning a laugh from Nick. "We should still see if you're able to still..."

"I don't think I can, Nick. I just rubbed against you and didn't feel a thing. But if you insist."

A smirk grew on Nicholas's face as he began to slide off my pants.

Let's just say that the side effects only effected me to an extent.

And I'm definitely getting new meds.

Just some over the clothes stuff(for Nick at least...) I think I'm good hehe. Don't think I'll get marked, I didn't for that scene with him and Anthony *coughs in remembrance*

Hope you're enjoying

~Whoops