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chris was watching a movie on his tv, some sappy, corny romance movie that you just watch to make fun of. shoving popcorn into his mouth like it was about to run away from him. every few minutes he would take a break from shoveling popcorn into his trap to take a fat gulp of pop. the carbonation burning his throat for a moment before he opened his mouth to say 'ahh'
the movie was almost over, about 15-20 minutes left in it, the insufferable parts about straight people were done at this point. he had to cover his eyes during them to keep himself from gagging or throwing up. he was honestly getting pretty bored of it, nothing else was really left to keep him engaged, so he pulled out his phone. scrolling through his and marty's messages.
'i miss you' from marty 3 hours ago was the first message he saw. shit. how could he have not seen it? he swore that he had his phone on and it wasnt on silent. fuck fuck fuck, marty's gonna have his head. he rushed to text back, hoping it wasn't too late for him to reply without being yelled at that much.
the moment he was about to close the distance between his thumb and the send button a light knock was heard at the door. hard enough to be heard, but light enough to not hurt.
he rushed over to the door, slightly out of breath by the time he was there to open it due to the distance from where he was.
the door creaked open slightly to reveal the beat and bloody face of marty.
"m-marty! are you okay? what happened" he opened the door entirely to invite him in, slamming it shut once he was all the way inside his apartment.
marty sat down on the closest chair to him, happening to be stool at the island in the kitchen. gripping his abdomen tightly with his right arm, the left holding his nose so it didnt bleed too bad
"yeah, yeah im fine. just a little beat up" his nose was bleeding so much when it wasnt being held it was going down into his mouth, leaving the coppery taste of blood in it.
"are you sure?" chris ran to his bathroom to get bandages and disinfectant. knowing he'd have to patch his not so boyfriend up.
marty nodded, wiping his nose onto his already bloody white shirt. bloodying it even further. chris sighed, it wouldn't help to tell him not to do that when his shirt was already far enough gone it couldn't be salvaged.
"let me see your stomach, lift up your shirt" chris asked, marty giggling at that. "already getting me to strip? moving fast coff aren't ya?"
"i'm not asking you to get naked am i? now just do it or i cant help you" marty scoffed, rolling his eyes as to say 'you're no fun' before lifting up his tank top to reveal a stab wound with the weapon still in him, buried deep.
marty winced when chris touched it, the pain shooting throughout his body. causing his limbs to tense up to the point they couldn't be moved.
chris was investigating the wound, seeing if he could remove the weapon without causing further damage.
good and bad news. good news, he could remove it without damage. bad news, it would either have to be super slow and painless or super fast and painful. knowing marty, he would choose the latter, since he was extrememly inpatient and can't wait for shit.
"do you want it to take a while but be painless, or on the otherhand be super painful but also super fast" he offered both options to marty, waiting for a reponse.
marty obviously chose the fast one, his pain tolerance was shit, but he knew it would be worth it in the long run when he didnt have to sit around for hours doing nothing waiting for mr coff over there to take a knife out of his stomach.
"fast. i can take pain medication to help with the pain, speaking of which. do you have any extra strength tylenol and / or advil?" chris stared at marty, even though he knew what he would choose he still was surprised.
chris nodded, going to get both the supplies for the extraction and pain meds for his.. boyfriend? he didnt even know if he could call marty that. they hadn't made things official yet, but they also hadnt said they werent dating. truth be told they had fucked quite a few times while drunk. drunken hookups were marty's thing, chris had just been lucky enough to be his next choice for them.
once he got back to the kitchen marty was standing up, his shirt fully off now, wandering around the small area of the kitchen leaving a slight blood trail behind him.
"what the hell are you doing?" chris asked, to which marty turned his head to look at him. a blank, unreadable expression on his face. his cheeks were red. chris' eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what was he doing up.
marty let out an exhale, "once we're done this shit i'm gonna need some serious release." he obviously meant sex, though chris wasn't sure if he meant with him or some random guy from the bar he picked up.
"yeah yeah, your desires to be fucked i'm sure will be fulfilled tonight. now sit down or else you won't be able to get fucked for a long while." marty was shoved onto the stool harshly, forcing him to sit down.
the process of extracting the knife was beginning, the short process would surely not take too long since the short and painful option had been chosen.
chris kneeled between marty's legs, it looked like he was about to blow him. he grabbed a firm hold on the object, looking up from marty's thighs to make sure he was ready. and sure enough, he was. so chris knew it was time, he made sure his grip was firm enough to pull it out, then pulled out in one foul swoop. marty yelped out "fuck! that hurt" gripping onto the sides of the stool so hard his knuckles turned white.
"easy, easy." chris comforted him, standing up from the position between marty's legs, making it look less like he was about to be fucked in the throat.
marty was squirming and whimpering all over the place, his stomach was gushing blood out, and chris was rushing to fix that and make sure he wouldn't bleed out in his apartment.
"c-chris—" marty managed to get out before he passed out, his head hitting the floor hard as he fell off the stool, laying unconscious on the floor.
chris' expression changed in an instant once marty fell, determined to get him to wake up.