CYRUS JAMES
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Cyrus was about to do something incredibly stupid.
He still didn't understand what happened while Maddox was in New York. The words he'd said to Cyrus still replayed in his head every time he looked at Maddox. Thinking back, he must've sounded pathetic, begging for this boy that never loved him to at least stay to fuck him.
The same Maddox appeared in the coffee shop with a girl, a beautiful girl. When the anger subsided, he drank to forget the image of them walking into a Beta formal together his mind made up to remind him that even if he could have Maddox, they'd never be that couple. He would never admit it but Jack wasn't completely wrong when he asked if he'd thought - just for a single second - that Isaac was Maddox.
That Maddox was no longer here. Instead, a babbling drunk Maddox sat before him, and he wasn't in a state to give an explanation. None of the things that came out his mouth made sense. The Cyrus inside him that slept with Isaac wanted to kick the Beta prince out and watch him fall, satisfy himself that maybe the Beta would feel at least some of the pain he'd caused Cyrus. The more logical side of the Sigma knew watching those dark brown eyes fill with tears that he was already in pain, and it would hurt him more to send Maddox out there to face the Beta wolves.
And that made no fucking sense. Cyrus was the one who was dumped and replaced, messing around with the young Beta pledge in retaliation, but Maddox was the one crying on his bed apologizing and trying to... do something, Cyrus couldn't tell.
Cyrus sighed, and his own stupidity was decidedly greater in this moment. He closed the distance between them, kneeling down in front of Maddox. He brushes the dangerously soft hair away from Maddox's flushed face, cupping the sides of the Beta's face gently so their eyes had to meet. Cyrus could feel his eyes watering, but he blinked them back and shoved back every feeling of pain and betrayal with them. He needed to be the strong one tonight, and for that, he had to forget that this was the same boy that broke his heart.
"Listen to me, okay?" The Sigma put on the same voice he would use talking his little cousins out of a crying fit, sweet and slow and a tone many would say Maddox didn't deserve from Cyrus. He'd used the same on one of his pledge brothers who got alcohol poisoning after initiation last year, and it seemed appropriate now. He sighs, looking into those dark browns opening up to him in a way only alcohol could provide for the closed-off Beta. "You can- you are sleeping here tonight. I'll help you change and you need to drink some water before you go to bed. I'll have a trashcan by the side of the bed, and you... you wake me up if you need me, alright Maddy?"
Cyrus didn't wait for a reply, he wouldn't accept anything but the Beta's acceptance of being stuck here for the night. The Sigma wandered over to his dresser, grabbing a shirt and shorts that would fit Maddox. Ironically it was one of Jack's Sigma shirts he handed down to Cyrus that ended up in his hands.
He helped Maddy out of his shirt, focusing on each button instead of the face in front of him, especially the lips that were so tauntingly close. The pants were harder, eventually Cyrus just handing Maddox the shorts and grabbing a glass of water from his bathroom. While in there, he shirks the toga, forgetting that the bathroom door was angled enough to where Maddox would get a good glimpse of his naked body before he pulled on a pair of boxers and a loose muscle tank. Cyrus ignored the sticky spray tan and glitter; showers and explanations would come in the morning.
The trashcan from the bathroom was brought to the side of the bed and Cyrus practically shoved the glass of water into Maddox's hands. "Finish that for me," The Sigma continues with the soft tone, standing in front of Maddox more like a parent looking after a sick child than an ex-fling who caught their old lover in their bedroom.
He busies himself with plugging in the fairy lights he always kept on for when he slept, even when Maddox would sleep over, in the hopes that the Beta would exhaust himself with his emotions and sleep comfortably in the familiar bedroom. Cyrus wanted to sleep on his couch, not even give his sleeping body the chance to cuddle up with Maddox without his conscious mind having a say in it, but he wouldn't move away from the bed. Cyrus sets the empty glass on the nightstand once Maddox finished it.
And in a momentary lapse of judgment, presses a soft kiss to Maddox's forehead.
"Um,"Any explanation choked off in his throat, and he blushed profusely, eyes welling up once again. "We can talk in the- I uh-" It was harder to breathe, words that he shouldn't be saying cutting off his breath. I'm sorry, I'm trying not to love you anymore, but it's really hard.
"Good night Maddy."
He still didn't understand what happened while Maddox was in New York. The words he'd said to Cyrus still replayed in his head every time he looked at Maddox. Thinking back, he must've sounded pathetic, begging for this boy that never loved him to at least stay to fuck him.
The same Maddox appeared in the coffee shop with a girl, a beautiful girl. When the anger subsided, he drank to forget the image of them walking into a Beta formal together his mind made up to remind him that even if he could have Maddox, they'd never be that couple. He would never admit it but Jack wasn't completely wrong when he asked if he'd thought - just for a single second - that Isaac was Maddox.
That Maddox was no longer here. Instead, a babbling drunk Maddox sat before him, and he wasn't in a state to give an explanation. None of the things that came out his mouth made sense. The Cyrus inside him that slept with Isaac wanted to kick the Beta prince out and watch him fall, satisfy himself that maybe the Beta would feel at least some of the pain he'd caused Cyrus. The more logical side of the Sigma knew watching those dark brown eyes fill with tears that he was already in pain, and it would hurt him more to send Maddox out there to face the Beta wolves.
And that made no fucking sense. Cyrus was the one who was dumped and replaced, messing around with the young Beta pledge in retaliation, but Maddox was the one crying on his bed apologizing and trying to... do something, Cyrus couldn't tell.
Cyrus sighed, and his own stupidity was decidedly greater in this moment. He closed the distance between them, kneeling down in front of Maddox. He brushes the dangerously soft hair away from Maddox's flushed face, cupping the sides of the Beta's face gently so their eyes had to meet. Cyrus could feel his eyes watering, but he blinked them back and shoved back every feeling of pain and betrayal with them. He needed to be the strong one tonight, and for that, he had to forget that this was the same boy that broke his heart.
"Listen to me, okay?" The Sigma put on the same voice he would use talking his little cousins out of a crying fit, sweet and slow and a tone many would say Maddox didn't deserve from Cyrus. He'd used the same on one of his pledge brothers who got alcohol poisoning after initiation last year, and it seemed appropriate now. He sighs, looking into those dark browns opening up to him in a way only alcohol could provide for the closed-off Beta. "You can- you are sleeping here tonight. I'll help you change and you need to drink some water before you go to bed. I'll have a trashcan by the side of the bed, and you... you wake me up if you need me, alright Maddy?"
Cyrus didn't wait for a reply, he wouldn't accept anything but the Beta's acceptance of being stuck here for the night. The Sigma wandered over to his dresser, grabbing a shirt and shorts that would fit Maddox. Ironically it was one of Jack's Sigma shirts he handed down to Cyrus that ended up in his hands.
He helped Maddy out of his shirt, focusing on each button instead of the face in front of him, especially the lips that were so tauntingly close. The pants were harder, eventually Cyrus just handing Maddox the shorts and grabbing a glass of water from his bathroom. While in there, he shirks the toga, forgetting that the bathroom door was angled enough to where Maddox would get a good glimpse of his naked body before he pulled on a pair of boxers and a loose muscle tank. Cyrus ignored the sticky spray tan and glitter; showers and explanations would come in the morning.
The trashcan from the bathroom was brought to the side of the bed and Cyrus practically shoved the glass of water into Maddox's hands. "Finish that for me," The Sigma continues with the soft tone, standing in front of Maddox more like a parent looking after a sick child than an ex-fling who caught their old lover in their bedroom.
He busies himself with plugging in the fairy lights he always kept on for when he slept, even when Maddox would sleep over, in the hopes that the Beta would exhaust himself with his emotions and sleep comfortably in the familiar bedroom. Cyrus wanted to sleep on his couch, not even give his sleeping body the chance to cuddle up with Maddox without his conscious mind having a say in it, but he wouldn't move away from the bed. Cyrus sets the empty glass on the nightstand once Maddox finished it.
And in a momentary lapse of judgment, presses a soft kiss to Maddox's forehead.
"Um,"Any explanation choked off in his throat, and he blushed profusely, eyes welling up once again. "We can talk in the- I uh-" It was harder to breathe, words that he shouldn't be saying cutting off his breath. I'm sorry, I'm trying not to love you anymore, but it's really hard.
"Good night Maddy."