Wylie Kerns

Wylie didn't fight him. He wouldn't fight him. He pulled him closer, moving so that Johnny's head was against his chest, still sitting. Wylie bent his head and pressed his lips to the back of Johnny's neck, bodies tangled on the couch. It hurt to know that those strained words spoken through sobs was all because of him. Wylie didn't like hurting people, but he did it and he did it often. He was a disaster of his own and trying to sort out why he was one? Well, that wasn't the hard part. The hard part was figuring out how to stop and then watching as he destroyed his loved ones lives. At least what 'loved ones' he had left.

"Stop," he commanded, his voice rough and spoken through clenched teeth. "Don't stop being honest with me now. I'm a fuck up and I've got a shit ton to learn, but I am not letting you fall apart because I'm an awful person." Wylie nuzzled against him, shifting to get his lips by his lover's ear. "Are you falling? God, tell me I'm not the only one."