"Out! Everyone out!" Casey yelled from the top of the stairs. He was absolutely pissed at himself. This whole thing was a stupid idea. Not only did he jeopardize his best and only friendship, but Shiloh's house was absolutely trashed. Of course, no one could really hear him over the music, so the teen had to use force. He roughly pushed people out of the way of the stereo, and abruptly turned it off. "I SAID EVERYONE FUCKING OUT. NOW." he screamed.

With grunts and complaints, most of the teenagers left, but Casey then had to go upstairs and chase some kids out of bedrooms and bathrooms. Once the house was completely empty except for Shiloh and himself, Casey let himself fall on the couch. He was riddled with regret and guilt, and the dark thoughts began to creep back into his mind. He wanted to die for what he did to Shiloh, even though he had done much worse before. "I can't believe I did that to Shiloh. MY Shiloh." Casey muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. But it took him a second to realize what he had said. Shaking his head at himself for saying something so foolish, the teen got up and began cleaning up. "Fuck, I'm drunk."

Hours passed and the sun soon began to make it's oh so dramatic entrance. Light was peaking up from behind the mountain tops and shining down, making the morning dew sparkle in the grey October scenery. Leaves were finally beginning to fall from the trees in the past few days; shades of brown and gold decorated the dead grass. Some leaves were being blown across the property by the sudden wafts of wind that blew every now and again.

Inside the warm and cozy house, which compared to the outside temperature was a sauna; stumbled the drowsy little Shiloh with the blindfold still partly around his forehead. One side of the purple material was sliding down over his left eye though, but he was far too out of it to bother fixing it.

"A-auntie my head hurts…!" Shi whined as he wandered downstairs and into the bathroom. Of course Annie wasn't there though, she was probably still across the world; in Australia or something.  

The sound of Shiloh's whining woke Casey up. While cleaning up the house last night, he had passed out in the hallway. Luckily though, he moved whatever alcohol was left over to his car so Shiloh wouldn't see and freak out. "Shiloh?" the hung over slut uttered groggily, getting up from the floor. He had passed out with a black trash bag half filled with red plastic cups and a few used condoms in his hand, and it sat there in the hall next to him as he slept on the floor. Now that he was awake, Casey scurried downstairs to throw it in the trash bin outside. As he wobbled through the lounge and kitchen to the back door, he bumped into a few walls and tripped over a rug or two. He was happy to finally be rid of the heavy bag once he reached the big green bin, but as soon as he flung it in, he bent over and vomited in the grass.

You see, after everyone had left and Casey began cleaning, he began drinking even more to wash away the exaggerated guilt from nearly raping his best friend. "Fuck..." he coughed.

Shiloh eventually walked out of the bathroom after emptying his upset stomach, sniffling a little as he wandered into the kitchen. He felt sick and lonely, knees shaking and his head aching somewhat still. Living alone maybe wasn't all that great; He couldn't even remember why he felt so sick. So he decided that he probably caught a cold. A bit after Shiloh stumbled into the kitchen, Casey came back in the house from the back door he went out of which was in the kitchen.

"Oh... Good morning Shiloh..." he muttered, leaning against the door.

The pinky pulled his face from the cupboard and looked back to Casey with a surprised look; just standing there on his tippy toes while leaning over the counter. "Oh! Did you sleep over?" Shiloh asked with a little dimpled smile, completely unaware of their little adventure called last night.
Casey was far too tired and hangover to think of a lie, so he just nodded slowly. Suddenly, he noticed the stench of piss. And in the next few seconds, he noticed that it was coming from himself. "Fuck..." he whispered, "U-uh... Shiloh? Can I borrow some clothes and use your shower?

"Hmm… Okay, yeah help yourself." Shiloh peeped with a raised brow before turning back to pull out a frying pan from the cupboard. He may've been not the brightest of people he age, but he could atleast take care of himself.

The slut was beyond embarrassed that he pissed himself while drunk. He scuttled upstairs and immediately went to go shower. It felt amazing to peel off his dirty clothes and stand under the hot shower spray since he felt so sick. He slowly worked Shiloh's fragrant shampoo through his hair and cleansed himself with the pinky's body wash. By the time he got out, he smelled just like Shiloh. Usually the fruity scents would have made him gag, but since they reminded him of Shiloh, he couldn't stop smelling himself. The raven hurried over to Shiloh's room in nothing but a towel and dug around in his closet for something that would fit him. He made sure to dress quickly so he could go back down stairs to keep Shiloh company, but couldn't help but look around at the boy's room as he dressed. It looked like a little girl's room, to be quite honest. Casey felt uncomfortable among the stuffed animals and pink; like he didn't belong in a room filled with such innocence. The whore slid back out into the hallway and downstairs, wearing some black shorts and a pink sweater that was a little small on him. He felt like such a faggot, but they were better than his piss drenched clothing.

"How are you feeling?" he asked the boy once he came back downstairs.

The candy-haired boy blushed once he saw how silly Casey looked in his clothes, a stark contrast to his pale skin. He averted his eyes a moment, but ultimately they returned to the raven and the black shorts which were far too short. Yeah, it looked really silly on him, but damn it looked good with all of that leg showing too. Or rather he would look good without them-- he was mixing his prepositions. Shiloh wet his lips slowly. "Y-yeah, I feel a lot better now. Do you like eggs?" the pinky asked up in a murmur; trying to run the mental images of Casey's legs out of his mind.

The slut just felt absolutely ridiculous in the black short shorts and the tight pink sweater. The worst part was that he had very little room for his junk. It made him begin to wonder how small Shiloh's trouser snake was, but he tried as hard as he could to drive that thought out of his mind.

"Yeah, eggs sound great." he muttered, sitting on one of the bar stools at the island behind Shiloh.

"Kay~" Purred the suddenly more than cheerful Shiloh as he dropped the fried egg onto a little plate and sprinkled salt over it with his fingers. He then carefully walked it over to the island and scooted it across the surface to Casey. "So um…uhm…. Goodmorning." Shi made sure to say in case he hadn't.

When Shiloh looked over, Casey had his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. "Mmm.. oh, thanks. And, good morning" he muttered sleepily, giving a weak smile.

"Are you okay Casey? Are you sick?" Shiloh asked, noting the strange behavior as he leaned over to the counter to feel the whore's forehead with the back of his hand.

Casey was shocked by the sudden affection. No one had ever felt his forehead when he was sick before, so he didn't really know what was going on. "What are you... what are you doing?" he asked looking up at Shiloh's hand.

The boy pooched his lip abit and shook his head. "Mmm.. poor thing, you feel feverish." Shi diagnosed like a mother and took it upon himself to make Casey feel better the best he could.

Casey just sighed, and let Shiloh feel his forehead. He actually kind of liked the feeling of Shiloh pushing his bangs and mothering him like this, but he wasn't going to let it show. If any other person touched his bangs, he would usually freak out. "Shilohhhhh..." he whined, trying to pretend like he didn't like the closeness.

"Pfff, don't whine. You're sick and now I've got to be your nurse and make you feel better." Shiloh announced with a cheeky smile. "Now hurry up and eat your breakfast so I can drag you into the lounge and get you a blanket and stuff." The little Russian really didn't notice how demanding he was being; if he had, he'd be apologizing and let Casey do whatever it is that manly men do. But being the oblivious little thing that he was, he just picked up the fork and brought some egg up to Casey mouth.

"Open your mouth baby bird." He coo'd.

Casey was about to whine and tell Shiloh that he could eat on his own, but he just let bunny boy have his way and feed him. He opened his mouth a little bit and kept quiet as Shiloh popped the fork in the open space. A big smile growing on the boy's lips as he saw that Casey wasn't resisting. About ten minutes passed before he had finished feeding Casey like a child.

"Do you feel a little bit better now?" Shi asked with a sweet little smile, butterflies fluttering about in his tummy since they were so close. Oh how he adored his friend…Well much more than a friend really; But he'd never just say that. No sir.


And the whole time, Casey was smiling on the inside. He hadn't ever been mothered like this before, as far as his memory went. "Mm, yeah. A little bit." he muttered, chewing the last bite of egg. He thought the egg was really good, but it just wasn't in his nature to be very polite.
"Good~!" Shi peeped as he leaned in and kissed Casey's cheek. Though he was quick to hop off the counter and walk back down the hall to the lounge. Just pretending that he'd done nothing out of the ordinary; though his heart was pounding and he was swallowing down the urge to voice his feelings with a squeal or anything.

Casey felt nothing as they sat close and Shiloh fed him, but that kiss gave him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not the usual empty pain he got when he was upset, but a light, fluttery feeling. He actually couldn't recall feeling this before. Casey brought a hand up to touch the place that he kissed, and the more he thought, the more he did recall this strange feeling. The only time he'd ever felt this sensation was when he had his first boyfriend, which ripped out his heart and stomped it into the dirt after about a week.

Poor Casey was only fourteen at the time, but his lover was seventeen.

Unaware of Casey's recollection, Shiloh was silently jumping around on the wood floor; spinning in circles and holding his cheeks with his palms, thinking things along the lines of, "Oh my gosh, he didn't seem mad. Oh my gosh I kissed him." Just childish excitement and young love. Though in his excitement, Shi's sock slipped on the wood floor and came crashing down on his back with a shriek while he was midair, and a yelp once he hit the ground.

The sudden scream broke Casey from his thoughts, and he stood up to go check on the pinky. "Shiloh?" he asked, walking into the living room, "Hey, you okay?" The raven quickly walked over once he saw the pinky on the floor, and knelt down to him, but didn't really know what else to say.

A groan just sounded from the boy as he slowly lifted his head from the hardwood floor. Cheeks pink as little tears rolled down from the corner of his eye. "Owwww….."

Seeing Shiloh cry was Casey's breaking point, "Hey... hey, don't cry. It's ok." he muttered trying to help Shiloh sit up, "Please don't cry..."

The boy just sniffled and outstretched his arms to Casey, which was his way of silently asking for a hug. "Th-that hurt a lot.." Shi murmured, his little round brows arched and his lips turned down into a frown.

Casey gave a little sigh, and suddenly scooped Shiloh up in his arms, hugging him tightly. "There, there." he said softly, stroking the boy's pink hair. He didn't know what was happening. When they first met, just days ago, Casey didn't give a shit about this kid. But now,… Shiloh was starting to give him strange feelings in his stomach. And even worse, Casey felt he was actually beginning to care, maybe just a little bit about someone for once. "No. No way." the slut thought, "This is for sex. Only to get inside of his ass. Keep your eyes on the prize."

In truth, Casey actually felt like he wasn't ready to care about someone...