BOBBYPaige was getting all worried and kept on muttering that we should probably lock Amir up and give all of his cats to the Humane Society. I didn’t bother pointing out that that would probably result in all the cats getting put to sleep. Mittens or whatever the hell its name was had picked the wrong day to scratch Paige.
Jay’s apartment was just down a little ways from ours and Amir and Ryan were sitting in front of it looking mournful, well, scratch that, Amir was looking mournful, Ryan just looked blank. “He put the chain in.” Amir whined, banging the door open and closed to emphasize that point.
“That didn’t stop you before.” I said.
“Yeah, well, the super kind of got mad at me when I broke through the last time.” he explained. “Isn’t that something we’re still paying for?”
“Come on, let’s just go to bed.” Paige said. Ryan and Amir got up from the floor and walked back to the apartment. As he passed me, Ryan gave a small wink. I stared after him. What the hell was that for? Paige was peeking in through the gap and sighing to himself. “It sounds like he’s still asleep. God, some days I could just strangle Amir.”
“I know what you mean.” I said. “Did you see Ryan winking when he walked past?”
“No.” he shook his head. “But it’s not like he could have done anything...the chain is in.”
“Well...Jay wasn’t in the kind of condition where he could do that, was he?”
Paige’s eyes widened. “Oh fuck...I don’t know...”
JAYI moaned as his hand went over my face, cooling my skin, wiping away the sweat. Couldn’t see him, the shade was down, couldn’t do anything but feel him. His fingernails gently scratching my cheeks, his thumb tracing my lip. My eyes slid closed. When I opened them again I saw this vague glowing shape and then three others surrounding it. Was everyone watching?
“Who’s there?” I asked, biting down gently on his thumb. He pulled back and then I felt him climbing onto the bed. Chill encased my lips, he was kissing me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, tracing all the little bumps and crags of my existence. I laid still. Impulses to seize him and make him fuck me weren’t that strong yet.
“It’s not important.” he whispered. His voice was floating in the air, I giggled. Some frantic thoughts went through the back of my mind that this wasn’t me, this wasn’t something that I should be doing. The heat took all that away.
Felt him pulling back the blankets, revealing my body to the air. Of course, I wasn’t naked. In fact, I was almost as far from being naked as someone could be. He said nothing as he started to unzip my sweatshirt and run his hands over my chest, which was still covered by a T-shirt and a tank top under that. Still...it made me close my eyes and arc my neck, it felt so fucking good. Maybe it was just the feeling of myself being released from a prison of heat. My hand covered his, urging him to go faster. He pushed my hand away.
Then cold up my chest as his hand went under my shirt and touched my flesh. I gasped and my eyes flickered open a bit, trying to capture what he looked like, who exactly it was. All I could see was four vague forms in differing intensities of light. Fingers trailing on my flesh, dribbling through sweat and then tangling in the fabric as he started to pull my shirts off. I wanted to ask who he was, why he was here...but something prevented me. Everything went blurry and indistinct...then again, that was the way it was already.
My chest was bare, I was panting, trying to find him to beg him to stop this pain and just go for it. All I got was what felt like thousands of lips descending onto my nipples, painting my skin. All I could do was moan for more, thrashing my head in vain. My fingers tried to touch his head, but he held my hands back. “You can’t touch me.” he whispered. Why was his voice so blank? So indistinct? I knew all of my friends’ voices...well, I thought I did. This one seemed to fluctuate between extremes, scratching my eardrums with its banality. It could have been anyone’s in the state that I was in. His hands were still on my wrists, soon I felt him tying them together with something and then to the bed frame. Was he going to be a total bitch and hurt me? The other forms just watched...was everyone getting their kicks watching me do this?
He tied my arms so that they were over my head and I could have grabbed my elbows with the opposite hand. I just wanted to get fucked...or to have this heat go away. I think having the heat leave would be far better than anything else but getting fucked would be nice too. Thought left. Heat remained, bathing me in sweat. My cock seemed to be gathering most of it. I whimpered and tried to find his body, but it seemed like it wasn’t there. Was I just imagining this? It seemed so totally plausible that I didn’t really notice that he was moving around.
Tongue in my mouth, moaning around it, struggling against the belt or strap that was holding my arms away. He was in between my legs, lying on my chest, I could feel his shirt, I could feel his fingers on my cheeks, stroking at the contours of my eye sockets. His tongue on my teeth, all I could taste from him was some toothpaste. No clues there. Vague glowing all around, then lips all over me, taking me to the edge of existence. Lips over my nipples, lips going down towards my bellybutton, towards my cock which was starting to hurt. Then he stopped, his lips just over mine, he was breathing heavily through his nose. I felt my sweat evaporating. “You’re not too sick to do this, are you?” Felt his lips over my own.
Grabbed his bottom one with my lips and pulled his face down. Captured his lips and tried to keep him occupied. His hands left my face and went down the sides of my chest, finally meeting at the waistband of my pants. Moved my waist up to him, trying to get him to actually pull things down and finish what he’d started. He pulled away and all I could see were stars. “Motherfucker.” I whispered, trying to catch him with my legs.
Then my pants were gone and so were the boxers, I was exposed and all I could do was slam my eyes shut and clench my hands on my elbows, trying to equalize things and....oh fuck. Cock hurt so fucking much. He was still clothed, I could feel the fabric when he brushed against me. Just wanted to grab his head and make him suck me off. But I knew he wouldn’t and he knew that I couldn’t.
“Ah!” hissed as his tongue gently touched the head of my cock, I felt the bumps trailing down the sensitive skin and down to the base. Things just were extremely out of focus, all I could see was four shapes above me, four shapes that I thought were my friends but couldn’t have been. Then I was surrounded with more cold than I thought that my body could bear, he was sucking me off, all I could feel was extreme pleasure radiating through my body and concentrating itself there. Right fucking there...
But he stopped. My legs tried to go around him and pull him down, but it wouldn’t work, either my mind was too fragmented or he was teasing again. Bastard. Closed my eyes and tried to calm down. If it was going to be a battle of wills I knew I wouldn’t be able to win. The heat was building up again, eyes closed against the spinning room.
Heard some jumbling in the bathroom, the bed sprang up again as someone left. I could still see the glowing figures behind my eyelids. Fire all over my limbs, death all over my body, I just wanted this to end...preferable in an orgasm.
Then the bed squeaked again, he had his hands on my legs, they were so blissfully cold. They trailed down from my knees to my cock, gradually getting warmer. Why were things always so hot? Closed my eyes again. They shot open as lubed fingers started to work at my entrance. Fuck that. If things were rough perhaps I could justify this heat that hurt me, this heat that was burying me. Pushed myself onto his hand, tried to whine and say that I needed his cock, not his hand. That I wanted something real, something that would help me get off, not something that would just prepare me for exquisite bliss.
He didn’t understand.
His fingers went away, his body left mine, his form separated again, four angels, four deaths, four light sources that didn’t coagulate into anyone that I knew.
But then he was on the bed again, thrusting into me, everything turned to flame. His fingers were on my flesh, leaving trails of ice, his tongue was in my mouth, his cock was in me. He was tearing me apart, ripping my fever away from my body and turning me back to a creature that had a normal temperature. All the pleasure did was build little sand castles of enjoyment that threatened to topple over at the slightest increase in speed and intensity.
His hand covered my mouth when I came, I bit down on his fingers, trying to draw some blood. He came soon afterward, all the forms disappeared, he faded into nothing. My head slumped back down and I could see nothing. All I could hear was a faint rattling of the door chain.
PAIGEFound Jay all tangled up and naked in his sheets the next morning. He smiled wearily when he saw me and the thermometer. “What the hell did you do last night?” I asked. “Amir didn’t get in here, did he?”
Spacy smile in reply. “I don’t know.” he whispered. The thermometer didn’t take much time to decide that he had a fever. I wiped the sweat off of his brow and sighed. “Someone fucked me.”
I closed my eyes and turned to the window. I still had no idea what had happened last night. Was he still delusional?
BOBBYRyan was fiddling around with his backpack and not really paying attention to anyone. Amir Jr., a Persian cat with the pre-requisite pug nose and stuck up disposition, sat next to him and meowed for a treat. Amir went over and picked him up. I remembered when Amir had decided to dye his coat so it matched his hair and they could be twins. Was that the time that Amir Jr. almost tore off Amir’s nipple? I didn’t remember.
Last night was just odd. Ryan still acted like he knew something more than the rest of us, he had this odd little smile on his face. He put his backpack on the floor and got up, going off to get a glass of water or something. I caught a glimmer of something silver and walked closer.
There was a large butcher knife in the backpack.