Two Player Game

~Chapter Twenty-Nine~

"It's alright.." He keeps laughing.

"That's a new one."

"Yeah. It's a mix between a twink and a hunk, which is what you are. A twunk."

"I'm flattered."

"My twunk." He kisses his nose.

"That makes you a twink."

"Yeah I am."

"Jesus. And you really are, look at you. So thin. Probably lives for a man with strong arms and a thick -"

"You." He stops. A blush creeps across his cheeks he adjusts his glasses.

"S-Sure."

"I need some chub in my life. And you're perfect for it. I love it."

He blushes harder. "I-I didn't - its just cause I'm always eating and shit, I-" He's feeling so loved. Jeremy just holds him in his arms.

Michael sighs happily. "... Thanks."

"......you're welcome..."

".... On the flip side, I love how thin you are. You're a very long boy, long limbs, long fingers, and you fit in my arms real nicely." Jeremy chuckles. There's a reason he's this thin. It's not a good reason.

"I mean, you could stand to put on a little weight, but if you hang around here I'm sure my Mamá will help with that. Just to make sure you're not thin as paper. That's not healthy."

"Yeah...." he laughs nervously.

"She comments on your weight a lot. Not out of being mean or anything, just because she's concerned." Jeremy goes quiet. He's thinking about this a lot. Would it even help? He's gonna throw it up later anyway.

".... Now that I bring it up, you ARE really thin." He blushes but doesn't smile. He's ashamed of it.

"....Do you eat enough? Three times a day and all that?" He's still quiet.

"........Jer?"

"Not.... not really..."

"... Well- Well you should. You gotta stay healthy, Babe."

"I know.. and I try.. it's just that in the end..."

"..." Michael's eyes widen in shock. "Jeremy, no." He doesn't look at him.

"Jeremy, look at me." he puts a hand to his cheek. "Look at me, baby. You- you're serious? You -"

"Yes I do! Okay?? I have an eating disorder!"

"Jeremy, why didn't you - you shouldn't -" he looks so scared. "That could kill you!"

"I don't know what to do about it! I've tried everything I can think of and my dad just doesn't care.."

"I care! Jeremy-"

"And what can you do about it?? What are you gonna do, that I haven't tried already??"

"Push you to get therapy?? Provide you a decent support system?? Keep a damn closer eye on you so I know I won't wake up one day and you'll be gone due to starvation or- or-!" Jeremy's eyes starts to water and he clutches Michael close to him.

"Michael........"

"I care about you. More than anything. I want to help you, you can't - I don't want -"

"I don't want to go either... please help me...."

"I've got you. It'll be okay. We're gonna get you help."

"Thank you... thank you so much "

"No problem, baby, no problem. It'll be okay." Jeremy cries quietly into his shoulder. He doesn't want to die.

"I've got you. It'll be fine. I promise."

"Make... make sure I don't die. No matter what. Please."

"Don't worry, you'll stay alive with me."

"Thank you.."