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Tre had stirred awake, the bright glare coming in through the window making his eyes sore. He groaned softly as he reached over his lover that was laying next to him to close the blinds. After struggling with the difficult window and closing the curtain with a groggy attitude, he sat up and stretched on the bed. Tre yawned silently and looked around while his brain warmed up for the day, the clock caught his eye, 8:17am. He made a face and mumbled to himself,
“Way too fuckin’ early to wake up.” He flopped against the bed and looked up at the ceiling, rubbing his eyes and trying to focus on getting his brain less foggy.
Sleeping and waking up in a normal manner after an uncomfortable tour was always something that was kind of a hard transition for Tre. All he wanted to do was stay in this bed forever, cuddled up with his boyfriend, that was a way he could truly be happy. Too bad they needed to support themselves and the apartment they lived at. He yawned again and flinched when he felt the lanky body next to him stir, trying to hold back a smile when he saw the dazed face of the boy he adored. Overgrown and matted dreads framed his face and his breath hitched when he saw that Tre was up, he repeated the routine that Tre had. He looked at the clock on the night stand and looked back at tre with the green eyes that Tre often lost himself in.
“Goodmorning Beej…” Tre smiled at him and spoke sweetly, even if his voice was rough with exhaustion.
“Mmm…” Billie let out a hum before continuing, “Mornin’.” Billie’s voice was also rough with sleepiness.
“How’d you sleep hon’?” Tre pulled the boy back down on the bed next to him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“…Good, especially after sleeping on that jackshit tour bus bed.” Tre chuckled at this, he always thought his witty responses were the most humorous things ever.
“Tre… Did you take your shot last night?” Billie turned his face to Tre, his face more bright and awake. Tre looked off to the side and furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to remember. He made quiet noises as he thought before replying with reluctance behind his voice.
“I… I don’t think so, no.” Billie let out another hum and got out of the bed, earning a groan from the other man. He made his way to the floor and rummaged through Tre’s luggage, discarding the oder-ridden clothes.
“Billie…” Tre whined. “Can’t we wait for an hour before actually doing stuff? I’m so exhausted from last night’s show…”
Billie ignored Tre’s protests and cleared his throat before responding in a flat tone.
“Oh calm down, I’ll do it for you. You big baby.” He finally pulled out the bottle of fluid and a thin syringe, sitting down on the bed next to Tre. Tre groaned loudly but didnt resist physically. At the end of the day, he knew doing this was necessary especially since their band had taken off more in recent days. Both of the boys needed to be on top of their hormones and image, everyone close to them knew they were transgender but they wanted to keep that hidden. Looking more sad than frustrated, Tre set his eyes on the wall as he mentally prepare for the shot.
Billie made it easier by asking,“You ready?”
“Yeah, go ahead.” When the needle was inserted, Tre winced and shut his eyes. He did this every week, and it seemed to hurt every. Single. Time. He let out a sigh of relief when the stinging sensation was over, turning back to Billie and shot him a soft smile.
“Thanks, Beej.” Billie nodded and leaned in to place a soft kiss on Tre’s cheek, making him grin like an idiot and blush like one too. They both chuckled at this for a second before Tre looked at Billie.
“Want me to do yours..?” Billie seemed to perk up and he immediately nodded eagerly.