Painting the Ocean [BxB]

Chapter One

Blowing out a puff of smoke, the all-too-familiar burning sensation filled Ezra's chest as he ran his long fingers through his thick, glossy, and grubby ebony curls that tumbled over his brows, allowing the feeling to consume him whole. He loved it. There was a tint of sweetness in every whiff that he took - that and the smell that reminded him of the reason why he started smoking.

Looking over his shoulder, Ezra narrowed his eyes at the pale looking boy in his bed. The parlor in his skin was almost sickening - as if the boy had no idea what sleep and food were. Ezra's mind lingered on the night before and how careless the boy was.

Why would he want to kill himself? What drove him to commit such an act?

Ezra was too deep in his thoughts to realize that the boy had awakened. It wasn't until he jolted out of bed that Ezra tore his eyes away. On the other side of the bed, Remi swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared at the half-naked man in front of him. Ezra blew out a puff of smoke through his nostril and turned to face the wall, giving Remi his bareback.

"W-Why am I here?" Remi asked, finally murdering the silence. His question caused Ezra's stomach to wring, and disgust laced with the saliva on his tongue.

"Why did you try to kill yourself?" Ezra asked, his distaste for the boy visible in his tone.

Silence bled between them once again. Remi's eyes widened, and his heart ceased to beat. Perspiration shone on his brow, and his throat closed upon him. The anxiety soaking his soul was too much to bear that his legs wobbled a little, and his muscles reposed.

"Exactly." Ezra crushed his cigar and stood from the bed.

"Hungry?" He questioned, his eyelids sinking.

After no response, he said, "I'll be downstairs if you need me. I hope you like pancakes."

He headed towards the door but came to a halt when the boy finally replied.

"I don't."

A chuckle left Ezra's lips, and he twisted the doorknob."Eggs?" He asked as he looked over his shoulder. The boy nodded and hung his head, dropping himself onto the bed. With that, Ezra left the room and made his way to the kitchen.