Trigger warning: Unwanted sexual advances as well as possible eating disorder triggers.

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Jack

Jack woke up with a start when the ground shook. He looked up to realize he was on the bed and Matt had sat down next to him. He crawled up to Jack and leaned down to kiss him. Jack took the kiss, Matt’s rough lips grazing his. The kiss soon went from soft and nice to a bit rougher, Matt biting Jack’s lip and pushing his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth. Jack let it happen too because he didn’t want to risk Matt not letting him go to Alex this evening. Matt pressed himself against Jack and he could feel how hard Matt’s dick was. He still didn’t say anything. Matt started to undress himself and when he was done, he hooked his fingers under Jack’s trouser’s waistband too and started to pull down. Jack bit his tongue. Matt kissed him even harder and got rid of Jack’s shirt too now.

“You’re so beautiful,” Matt purred. Jack didn’t think that was true; he knew how he looked and he hated it. But Matt started trailing circles over Jack’s chest, steadily moving down towards Jack’s underpants. Matt kissed him and bit his tongue which was when Jack decided that this was enough.

“I-I need to go,” he stammered.

“But why? We have only just started,” Matt coaxed. Jack tried to sit up, suddenly panicking a bit.
But Matt just touched his chest with the tip of his finger and pressed him down again with it. Jack felt the fingernail painfully poking into his soft skin.

“I really need to go,” Jack tried again.

“You ain’t going anywhere,” Matt said firmly. He prevented any movement by pressing down on Jack’s chest really hard now, making it uneasy to breathe for the younger boy. Jack struggled for a bit, starting to feel the hot, sick feeling of panic but then he had an idea.

He faked a gagging noise. “M-Matt, I,” -gag- “ really need to go,” -gag. Matt bought it and Jack ran off only in his underwear, keeping his hand in front of his mouth while getting away. He ran to the bathroom, faked some more vomiting noises and then leaned over the sink.

This had been a close call. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and felt like shit. This was him, an ugly, pale guy with bruises standing out. He caught a glimpse of the rest of his body and flinched away. His body was covered in bruises of different shades, ranging from dark blue to green and yellow. His arms were the worst. And the rest… He was bony, too skinny. This was even worse than the self-image he had had in mind up until now. He let his head hang. He was a ghost of the former self he had once been.

At this realization, Jack sunk down to the ground. He silently started to cry, little sniffles at first but soon, the tears were flowing down his face and he was sobbing. He cried for all that had been and all that could have been. He cried for all the lost chances and all the pain he had endured.

Something needed to change.

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He somehow managed to get to his room for his clothing without getting caught by Matt (it was already 4 pm; who would have thought?). He checked and didn’t find Matt.

He lay down on the couch, deciding to give himself a few minutes to relax. And suddenly, Matt was there again, but this time, he was holding a bowl.

“I made you some soup,” he said, holding the bowl with the steaming liquid out to Jack. Jack took it, confused out of his mind.

“Thank you,” he said slowly.

Why would Matt do this? He was a little suspicious so he only had a tiny bit of it. Matt luckily went away after a bit so Jack quickly poured it in the pot of one of the plants they had standing in the room. He got up and wandered to the kitchen that was abandoned. He looked around and found what he had been looking for in the trashcan: a laxative in powder-form.

He snorted, he didn’t even feel angry. Just sad that his and Matt’s relationship had gotten to the point that one tried to give the other laxatives to prevent him from seeing someone and probably also for payback.

Jack spent the rest of his time until he would see Alex making dinner and doing some other housework. He couldn’t wait to see Alex again and when it was 6.15, he left the house, wearing the same as he had in the morning. He was excited for this and quickly was at Alex’s house. He hesitated only for one small moment before ringing the doorbell.

Notes

Poorest Jack :(
I'm sorry...

-Laura