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I don't want you suffering."
I heard him sniff, but I didn't hear what he muttered and had to get him to repeat it.
"I'm gay Peter."
My mind might have raced off with a thousand thoughts at hearing that, but in the current situation I managed to focus. I must have sounded incredulous.
"That's it? You've let him beat you up because you're gay and you were scared to tell me? Did you think I'd not want to know you any more? Honestly Michael, I have no problem with it. I can't imagine anything that would stop me wanting to be your friend." I could also imagine being a lot more than his friend, but this didn't seem the right moment to tell him that.
He started crying. I didn't know if it was relief or what, but I held him against me as he slumped back down to the floor. My body reacted to his closeness, but thankfully not too much. Even though I'd spent a lot of time dreaming about having him close, this was not a situation I'd ever thought about. Having him so upset helped me stay under control. I held him for a couple more minutes while he let it out, but as he started to recover he stiffened in my arms and I had to let him go. I didn't like it when the warmth of his body moved away from mine, but there was no way I could keep him against me without making things a lot more awkward.
Now the immediate crisis was over, my anger at Paul returned.
"I'm going to go back in there and wipe the smile off his face. Give him a few bruises of his own." I said firmly.
Michael looked horrified. "No, don't."
"I'm not going to let him get away with this Michael. If you don't stand up to him he's going to keep doing it whenever he gets chance. Much as I'd like to, I can't be around you all the time."
"Perhaps nearly getting caught will be enough to stop him."
"Not judging by the look on his face. He knows if you say anything about him pushing you it's your word against him and Seb who will say you fell. That's not good enough. He needs stopping so he won't even think of hurting you again."
"Peter, leave it, please. I'll not let him get to me any more. It won't do you any good to get kicked out of here for fighting."
"I don't want to get kicked out, but I still say we can't let him get away with this. Bullies have no place in training, and certainly not in the real world. They'll get rid of him if they know what he's been doing."
"It's my word against theirs though, like you said. I've got no proof I didn't just fall over, and it's not like I'm the only one here with a few bruises after the training sessions."
I kept working it over in my brain. There had to be some way of sorting this out without me getting into trouble. I needed to sort Paul out, and I needed to put the smile back on Michael's face. Perhaps now though was not the time to deal with it. Michael was right to some extent, it wasn't worth me getting kicked out for fighting, and I was fairly sure if I tried to deal with things right now I was far too angry to do anything other than punch him. My mind turned to other things and I started to wonder how this had all come about.
"Michael, how did he know? You can't have told him anything."
He looked very red and still wouldn't look at me. His answer when it came was very quiet.
"I was in the showers not long after we got back. I thought I was alone and I was... well, you can guess. When I, er, finished, he heard me say a guy's name."
My mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The mental image of Michael wanking himself off in the shower made me harden and start to lust after him even more. The idea of Paul seeing that when I didn't, and then using it against him made me even more mad. But overwhelmingly I hoped desperately it had been my name. If it wasn't I wouldn't want to know because the jealousy that Michael might have been thinking about someone else pleasuring him needed to be kept under control. I couldn't ask him right then, there was too much information crowding my brain as it was. I decided to change the subject.
"Do you want to go to the in