listening."
Frey nodded, but he kept his focus on his lap. "I had this boyfriend. It's a couple of years ago now, but it's all still fresh in my memory. He wasn't a very good bloke, you know, he could be quite violent sometimes. Especially after he'd been drinking. He liked to push me around. It wasn't anything major, you know, just a little shoving. But it, well, it started to escalate after a while." Frey once again wrung his hands together. "He'd hit me, he'd be forceful with me in front of his mates and he'd guilt-trip me into sex. When I finally called up the courage to break it off with him, he went mental.
"He started following me around. Stalking me, I guess. He'd be really crude and threaten me, and one night when I was coming home from the night shift at the hospital..."
Frey closed his eyes. "I'd unlocked my door and he was suddenly there behind me, pushing me inside. He covered my mouth, threatened me if I made a sound. He shoved me into my bedroom. I'm not sure if I'm grateful or not that he left the lights off. But he did... well, he did me . I tried to fight him, but I'm so small, I couldn't throw him off. So, yeah... it happened. Afterwards he just left."
Frey's eyes opened slowly. "I didn't report him. I was too afraid. Afraid he'd come back for me. He just made me so afraid of everything. I was afraid of other people, of them getting close to me, I was afraid of walking home alone when it was dark outside. I was afraid of letting anyone inside again."
"Frey..." Jørgen didn't know what to say. What could he say? Nothing would make Frey feel better about what happened to him. Jørgen had never experienced an abusive relationship. Never experienced an abusive anything. He didn't know what it was like.
"I'm still afraid." Frey finally turned his head to face Jørgen. "I'm still afraid I'm going to be hurt again. But you've been nothing but kind to me, Jørgen, and you took care of me yesterday and you made me feel so good this morning. I haven't felt so good in years . I want to finally be brave and take a shot at someone again. To take a shot at you."
"You really mean that?" Jørgen felt breathless.
Frey's eyes were steady. "I'm not afraid of you."
"I hope you'll never have any reason to be."
Frey scooted over a bit, closer to Jørgen, his moss-green eyes still staring into Jørgen's. "Will you take me to bed? Will you love me?"
"There is nothing I want more, Frey. I only want to make you feel good."
Frey nodded, then slowly rose to his feet. He grabbed once crutch, then reached the other hand out to Jørgen. "I trust you, Jørgen."
Jørgen knew, he could tell , that those words were hard for Frey to say. That trusting someone didn't come easy to him anymore. Jørgen would do his very best to never let Frey down. So he took Frey's hand and walked with him into the bedroom, where Frey put his single crutch aside and hobbled over to sit on the bed.
Jørgen swallowed as he looked at him. He knew very well what he wanted, but was it too soon? Frey said he trusted him, but if Jørgen went to bed with him now, if he did more than give him a blow-job, would it be too much for Frey? Frey had been hurt badly and Jørgen didn't want to contribute to it.
"Are you absolutely sure, Frey?" His throat felt scratched and dry. "If you're not, that's fine. I can wait."
Frey blinked up at him, moss-green eyes wide. He seemed nervous, but also determined. "I'm sure. I know you won't hurt me, Jørgen. You've proven that ever since I moved up here. Especially yesterday, with how you took care of me, and this morning... I want to be with you."
Jørgen couldn't hold himself back anymore. He walked over to Frey and stooped down to kiss him. He kept the kiss soft at first, but when Frey's lips parted on a silent sigh, Jørgen deepened it. Frey's arms came up to coil around his shoulders and Jørgen sat down on the bed so that they were on a more even ground. He wrapped his own arms around Frey's torso, pulling Frey up
Frey nodded, but he kept his focus on his lap. "I had this boyfriend. It's a couple of years ago now, but it's all still fresh in my memory. He wasn't a very good bloke, you know, he could be quite violent sometimes. Especially after he'd been drinking. He liked to push me around. It wasn't anything major, you know, just a little shoving. But it, well, it started to escalate after a while." Frey once again wrung his hands together. "He'd hit me, he'd be forceful with me in front of his mates and he'd guilt-trip me into sex. When I finally called up the courage to break it off with him, he went mental.
"He started following me around. Stalking me, I guess. He'd be really crude and threaten me, and one night when I was coming home from the night shift at the hospital..."
Frey closed his eyes. "I'd unlocked my door and he was suddenly there behind me, pushing me inside. He covered my mouth, threatened me if I made a sound. He shoved me into my bedroom. I'm not sure if I'm grateful or not that he left the lights off. But he did... well, he did me . I tried to fight him, but I'm so small, I couldn't throw him off. So, yeah... it happened. Afterwards he just left."
Frey's eyes opened slowly. "I didn't report him. I was too afraid. Afraid he'd come back for me. He just made me so afraid of everything. I was afraid of other people, of them getting close to me, I was afraid of walking home alone when it was dark outside. I was afraid of letting anyone inside again."
"Frey..." Jørgen didn't know what to say. What could he say? Nothing would make Frey feel better about what happened to him. Jørgen had never experienced an abusive relationship. Never experienced an abusive anything. He didn't know what it was like.
"I'm still afraid." Frey finally turned his head to face Jørgen. "I'm still afraid I'm going to be hurt again. But you've been nothing but kind to me, Jørgen, and you took care of me yesterday and you made me feel so good this morning. I haven't felt so good in years . I want to finally be brave and take a shot at someone again. To take a shot at you."
"You really mean that?" Jørgen felt breathless.
Frey's eyes were steady. "I'm not afraid of you."
"I hope you'll never have any reason to be."
Frey scooted over a bit, closer to Jørgen, his moss-green eyes still staring into Jørgen's. "Will you take me to bed? Will you love me?"
"There is nothing I want more, Frey. I only want to make you feel good."
Frey nodded, then slowly rose to his feet. He grabbed once crutch, then reached the other hand out to Jørgen. "I trust you, Jørgen."
Jørgen knew, he could tell , that those words were hard for Frey to say. That trusting someone didn't come easy to him anymore. Jørgen would do his very best to never let Frey down. So he took Frey's hand and walked with him into the bedroom, where Frey put his single crutch aside and hobbled over to sit on the bed.
Jørgen swallowed as he looked at him. He knew very well what he wanted, but was it too soon? Frey said he trusted him, but if Jørgen went to bed with him now, if he did more than give him a blow-job, would it be too much for Frey? Frey had been hurt badly and Jørgen didn't want to contribute to it.
"Are you absolutely sure, Frey?" His throat felt scratched and dry. "If you're not, that's fine. I can wait."
Frey blinked up at him, moss-green eyes wide. He seemed nervous, but also determined. "I'm sure. I know you won't hurt me, Jørgen. You've proven that ever since I moved up here. Especially yesterday, with how you took care of me, and this morning... I want to be with you."
Jørgen couldn't hold himself back anymore. He walked over to Frey and stooped down to kiss him. He kept the kiss soft at first, but when Frey's lips parted on a silent sigh, Jørgen deepened it. Frey's arms came up to coil around his shoulders and Jørgen sat down on the bed so that they were on a more even ground. He wrapped his own arms around Frey's torso, pulling Frey up
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