All Chapters of Wrong Desire/bxb/: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Azxel slipped back into the shared room hours later, his body still humming from the shower, he limbs were so loose and heavy, and his skin was flushed, the faint ache between his legs a constant reminder of Sky’s fingers.The overhead light was off; only the dim glow from the hallway strip lit the space. Jaelen was asleep on his bed, curled on his side facing the wall, blanket pulled up to his shoulders. His breathing was slow and even, dark hair tousled across the pillow.Azxel shut the door softly behind him as he entered the room leaning against it for a moment. The room felt too quiet after Sky’s intensity. His gaze drifted to Jaelen, and he couldn’t stop himself from moving closer.He sat carefully on the edge of Jaelen’s mattress, his knees drawn up, just watching. Jaelen looked… peaceful. Sharp jaw softened in sleep, lips slightly parted, long lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. Azxel’s fingers twitched.He reached out slowly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Jaele

Jaelen woke to an empty bed and cold sheets.The room was quiet, the faint indent on the pillow beside him the only proof Azxel had been there at all. He rubbed a hand over his face, chest tightening as the realization hit him, the four days were up of course Azxel had gone to Sky.He pushed himself up, showered fast with hot water doing nothing to wash away the ache and pulled on fresh clothes. By the time he reached the cafeteria, his stomach was knotted with something he refused to name.He sighted them sited there. Azxel sat pressed to Sky’s side at a corner table, thigh to thigh, Sky’s arm draped possessively over the back of his chair. Azxel’s hair still that strange, unnatural shade Sky had made him dye, it was the only coconut that could tell Azxel was there. He was laughing at whatever Sky had whispered in his ear, bright and easy, like the past three nights with Jaelen had been a dream.When Jaelen stepped into the doorway, Azxel’s head turned immediately. Their eyes met acr

Azxel had been acting free like nothing had transpired in the last few days with him and Jaelen, he acted normally. It was as if everything that happened was erased from his brain.“Why are you smiling so brightly today.” Azxel asked Sky who was smiling at him, refusing to eat the food the staffs had placed in front of his table.“Because you haven’t realized, today is our birthday..” Sky said chuckling.“My birthday?” Azxel asked like he didn’t know about it.“Yeah, you and me. I checked your details at the nurses office and saw we were born the same day. Don’t tel me you don’t know your birth date?” Sky chuckled.“I’ve never known. Mum had always known.”“Then, how about we go back to your normal hair color today?” Sky asked ruffling the pink and blonde hair striped of Azxel.“No,” Azxel said immediately.Sky’s hand paused in his hair.“I like it this way,” Azxel continued, calm and certain. “You chose it. I’ll keep it, beside you said you like me different.”Sky smiled wider, clear

Sky guided Azxel down the familiar hallway toward the therapy wing, his hand firm on the small of Azxel’s back. Azxel stayed close, his head bowed down, still quiet and withdrawn.At the door to the individual session room, Sky stopped.“Sit and listen,” he said softly, brushing a thumb over Azxel’s cheek. “I’ll be right back. Just have to run a quick errand.”Azxel nodded obediently, stepping inside. The door clicked shut behind him.The therapist was already waiting, he looked tall, older with his graying hair neatly combed behind him. He gestured to the chair opposite him.“Azxel. Good to see you. Please, take a seat.”Azxel sat quietly, his hands folded in his lap, his eyes focused on the floor.The session started normally enough, with the therapist carrying out some exercises and asking him questions about his mood, sleep and appetite.Azxel answered in monosyllables, either he says fine, okay, not hungry. The therapist probed gently about relationships, triggers and dependency.

“And then, he wrote me a letter saying he was okay with me being like that. He also said… he was sorry, he wasn’t patient enough to stay. He also said… I should take care of myself, that he’d always be watching from wherever he was now, and that I didn’t need to be afraid anymore.”Azxel’s voice cracked on the last word as he read the note aloud in his head for the third time, the paper trembling between his fingers. It had been there when he woke up in the morning, folded once, placed carefully on the edge of his pillow.Suprisenly, he recognized Jaelen’s handwriting. The room had been empty and Jaelen was gone. His bed was already made, his things were missing, except the few shirts he left on his wardrobe.It was like Jaelen never existed there at all. It was only tge few shirts that could give away that someone stayed there.Azxel hadn’t cried then. He’d just sat on the mattress with the letter in his lap, staring at the wall Jaelen used to lean against, feeling the silence press