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Do or Do Not

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Jeordie was mentally kicking himself in the ass as he tried to sneak back into his apartment early that morning. Apparently, this was one of the nights Dan couldn’t sleep. He was seated on the couch, playing his guitar. He turned to look at Jeordie and a bit of color drained from his face.

“Where the fuck were you? I waited all night,” Dan asked, turning back to his guitar, not extremely concerned.

“Went to a party after the show. Didn’t feel like walking back,” Jeordie shrugged, walking to the kitchen to make himself coffee. The clock read 6:06 AM.

“You work today?” Dan called from the couch over the sound of his instrument.

“Yeah. 9.” Jeordie answered. His back was killing him and he needed to take a shower.

He tried to act as naturally as possible when Dan walked in to join him in the kitchen and gave him a kiss. He drank the rest of his coffee as quickly as he could so he could escape this situation. Dan hadn't noticed apparently and went about his business.

Jeordie put his now empty cup into the sink and headed to the bathroom, being utterly ignored by his boyfriend.

Shutting the door behind him. he turned the shower on and started removing his shirt when he saw something in the mirror in the corner of his eye. His heart sunk in his chest. He pulled his shirt completely off and examined his back in the mirror over the sink. It was a canvas of long red lines, made by Manson’s fingernails that might as well have been a neon sign, reading “CHEATER”.

“Shit,” He whispered to himself. If Dan saw them, he was dead.

Jeordie had rushed home so quickly (and been so drunk that he barely remembered anything from the night before) that he hadn’t even thought about incriminating evidence. He knew the next place he had to check.

Pulling one side of his pants down a little bit, it was what he had feared: finger-shaped bruises on his hips.

He was fucked. He was so fucked. The only way this would be kept a secret was if Dan didn’t see the marks, and when you live with your boyfriend, it’s kind of hard to cover yourself up 100% of the time.