A week on from his attack in the alley way, Mark hadn't been out of the house. As far as he could see, his life was over. The money that he'd been saving was gone and so had his plans of travelling, his mother was on his case about him not leaving the house, he'd been orally raped by a weirdo mugger in an alley and, all of a sudden, he'd found himself attracted to a man he'd met once. He wasn't even fucking gay! He'd never thought about being with a man in his life and now he couldn't stop.
Tony had been texting him all week asking how he was. Mark hadn't replied. He hadn't seen of spoken to anyone since he'd been attacked and Tony had stopped it. He'd brought him home and made sure he was OK before leaving but Mark hadn't been able to speak to him then and he couldn't now.
Tony, meanwhile, hadn't stopped thinking about Mark either. He'd stood and watched while his new friend had been fucked in the mouth and (he could admit it to himself) he'd enjoyed it. Tony had been with a man once. It was a few years ago after a drunken party. He'd been curious and decided to give it a go. They'd given mutual blow jobs and then Tony had screwed the other guy in the arse. It had been amazingly tight but he figured it was nothing he couldn't get from a woman. He, like Mark, had no interest in men at all. He was straight through and through...but if he was, why was he feeling like this about Mark?
Tony's phone beeped with a text. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was from Mark. 'Why am I getting so excited about this?' he thought 'I must be crazy!' He picked up the phone and read the message carefully:
'Tony, just wanted to say thanks for the other night. Sorry not been in touch, was really confused. Pretty embarrassed that you saw that. Understand if you don't want to be mates. Mark'
Without thinking, Tony grabbed his keys, got in his car and drove straight to Marks house. Marks mum let him in saying "If you can get him to snap out of this strop he's in, you're better than me!" she slammed off into the kitchen, muttering something about ungrateful kids.
Tony walked up the stairs to Marks room and knocked on the door "Mum! I told you to leave me the fuck alone!" came the shout through the door
"It's me" said Tony. After a few seconds, the door opened and Mark stood there. He stared at Tony, his eyes red. He clearly hadn't had a shave or a shower in days and looked like he hadn't slept either. Tony ached to hold him but knew it was the worst thing he could do and he still couldn't figure out why he felt like this.
Mark had turned away and sat on the bed. He waved Tony to a chair in the corner and sat back, staring at him.
After a couple of minute's silence, Mark spoke "Why are you here?"
"I was worried about you. I hadn't heard from you and then I got your message and you seemed to think I wouldn't want to know you anymore"
"Yeah well, you saw me doing that with a bloke and then I had my arms around you and I thought you might think I was coming on to you"
Tony looked at him, trying to figure out what to say "I realised you were being attacked and when you got hold of me, I figured it was shock." He said.
Mark looked at Tony in silence for a few moments and then looked away. When he spoke again it was in a quiet, far away voice "I'm not gay but I didn't get in touch because after that night, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I'm sorry. I think it was just like a whole saviour thing. I wanted you to keep hold of me and look after me and I thought I was gay. I'm sorry. I still do feel like that and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry but I don't know what to think!"
In the silence that followed this outburst Mark heard Tony stand up and move across the room 'Fuck, what have I done? He's going to hate me and tell everyone what happened...I'm such a fucking moron!' Mark looked up and realised that Tony had shut the door and was stood looking at him. He held his breath, waiting for the negative reaction he expected.
