~Hello Fascination~
'One more go, you'll feel it this time. Just like before. This time, you'll feel it.' Jack thought as he brought his nose to the mirror laying on the table.
There it was, that rush.
"There you go, Jackie! Good as new!" The think Aussie accent sent shivers down Jack's spine.
He shook his head, grinning like a child. "Nooooo, it's not like the first time!" He giggled out.
"Next time I'll get you something better then."
"Assster." The name was drawn out, the 's' dancing across Jack's tongue like silk.
The white haired bot got up, nearly falling, but he made his way to the other side of the room; the muscular Australian sat in an arm chair.
"Jack, you know I'm-" He was distracted when Jack sat on his lap, the boys fingers getting tangled in in his too-young-to-be-natural salt and pepper hair. He tugged at it gently as Aster's hands rested on Jack's hips, his tongue darting out to wet his now dry lips.
Jack's eyes followed Aster's tongue hungrily. He ground his hips into the ones below him, moaning quietly as he felt their semihard erections meet though clothing.
"Jaaack." Aster groaned, his hands gripping tightly.
Quickly he reached up, tugging Jack's sweater up and over his head and leaving his pale, toned chest open to the world.
Aster latched onto Jack's collarbone, his hands roaming Jack's torso hungrily.
Twisting his hips again, Jack hissed as he could feel Aster sucking at the thin flesh.
Jack bruised easily; he chalked it up to the coke.
He pulled Aster's head up, kissing him fiercely, albeit sloppily, still getting into his high.
"Now." He groaned into the lowers lips. Aster's eyes fluttered; he understood.
Pushing off the seat, Aster only moved their figures to the floor. He quickly discarded Jack's pants, his hand briskly touching the boys erection.
Jack shivered, not at the touch though. He always did these days. He assumed it was from the heroine.
Aster started kissing down his chest and to his penis, his hands were working on getting his own shirt off; it was thrown elsewhere in the room.
"Pants." Jack gasped when he felt the warm velvet of the man's mouth engross him. Aster groaned when the organ was fully taken in, his hands fumbling with his own button and zipper.
Moments later a small 'pop' was heard. Aster moved towards Jack, lifting his right leg to his shoulder. Without a second though, he shoved himself into the boy below him; an intake of breath from one body and an exhale from the other.
Jack's eyes rolled into the back of his head, resurfacing and landing on a corner in the ceiling. The corner turned green and started melting before Jack's eyes.
He shook his head and it went back to normal.
That sort of thing happened often enough. Jack knew it was from the acid all the time; it tended to linger.
He focused on the burly, athletic, macho man fucking him like a bunny. It felt so intoxicating every time.
The fuel only added to the fire when Aster wrapped him hand around Jack's cock and pumped it in time with his thrusts, going opposite of his actions.
Thrusting in, hand goes down, pulling out, hand comes up. Every time Aster was completely sheathed in the boy, his hand at the base, he gave a tight squeeze. Jack moaned each time, his breath speeding up.
"Aster-" Jack whispered breathlessly, his eyelids fluttering. His toes curled and calves tightened against the man's shoulders, flexing and relaxing instantly after only to clench again.
"Ahmm!" Jack groaned, coming all over his chest and Aster's hand.
Aster came seconds later, still pumping in and out of the pale boy below him. He pulled out completely, pushing back in with so much force, Jack's back slip against the carpet burning slightly.
They lay there, panting lightly. Aster gave a kiss to the shell of Jack's ear and pulled himself out and up, collecting his clothes while he was at it.
"I'll get you something better next time."
Jack mewed and nodded, his eyes the size of saucers and his body shaking violently.
"Are you leaving now?" He whispered.
Aster didn't look at him, only putting his shirt back on. He always did this, ever since the first time.
Aster brought the goods, Jack paid for it in either cash or sex, or both. Then Aster would leave and come back next week.
That was one thing Jack was okay with deep down. He knew he had an addiction and it was to some pretty hard stuff. If he did it often enough or enough of it, it could potentially kill him; but he also sort of pushed the logical part of himself down.
That's where Aster came in. In the beginning, when Jack wanted drugs, Aster brought drugs. But after the first time they had sex, Aster only brought it once a week, two weeks if he could really convince Jack. And no matter what Jack said or did, Aster wouldn't ever give Jack too much of something. For a drug dealer, he was pretty protective.
"Tomorrow." Jack pleaded.
"No, you know-"
"Please!"
"Jack, I-"
"Aster!" Jack crawled up to him on his hands and knees, kissing at the man's thigh, looking up at him with big pleading eyes.
Aster looked down at him, the rims of his own eyes getting a wet feeling to them.
He shook Jack off, stumbling over to the door. Jack was confused. Aster was acting stranger than ever before.
"Get clean." His hand was on the knob, his face pointed down.
Jack faltered for a moment. He had gotten up and had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself.
"What?" He was beginning to not like this trip.
"I-I'm not going to supply to you any longer, Jack… Get clean."
The white haired boy tossed on his pants, his feet twisting together as he tried putting them on.
"Why." He stated outright.
"For me."
That struck the both of them. Catching each other's eyes, it was an electric moment as they gazed at each other.
"Choose me over your addition and I will quit selling for you. We can move in together, you could go back to school to be a school teacher! Choose me Jack."
Jack had tears in his eyes.
"I-" He stood, speechless. "No."
Aster looked shocked, the answer taking him aback. He twisted the door knob and threw himself outside, not looking back for a second.
Jack stood frozen in his spot for what seemed like hours. At least two had passed before he got the notion to move again.
He ran about the room, picking up his discarded clothes and returning them to his person. He located his phone and quickly texted someone. Soon as his phone vibrated with a response, he ran outside and down the street. He didn't stop running until he found the park.
Gliding over to the swing set he quickly launched himself into the air, laughing hysterically. He was sure he would wake up the entire neighbourhood for it had to be close to midnight, if not one A.M.
"Jack." A thick, heavy voice called from not far away.
He jumped from the swing when it was in motion and tried landing on his feet; he failed miserably. If he had not been stoned out of his mind he probably would have broken a bone.
"North. Do you have my stuff?" Jack extended a hand towards him. He was still shaking uncontrollably.
The large Russian man nodded once and extended his own; a medium sized back the exchange.
As soon as he got the money from the boy's outstretched hand he was gone.
Jack rushed back home, closing and locking his door tight. Rushing into the kitchenette area, he extracted a spoon and a lighter from two different drawers, and plopped himself down on the couch. Before he bean heating up the tablet, he quickly washed two other pills down with a chaser of whiskey, the liquor burning his throat and making his head more fuzzy than the coke had.
He set up his station, pulling the needle from the bag and placing it delicately on the table, then he set off.
As he heated the tablet up in the spoon, he downed another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid making his head spin. He vaguely remembered sipping up the liquid with the needed and tapping it to make sure as was well. He pulled a rubber strip around his arm; he had knicked several on his last visit to the ER.
Jack threw his head back in pleasure as he injected the substance into his arm. If he had been looking at himself in the mirror he would swear he could have seen his eyes change size and colour.
Without looking, he ran into his bathroom and pulled out a medicine container out of the cabinet, it wasn't until later that he knew what he had pulled out.
Quickly chasing down two of those and a third from a different bottle, Jack almost immediately started vomiting.
He held back as much as he could, his hand covering his mouth. He was crying but didn't know why in his current state. His eyes blacked out, little dots blinking over and over in every spot.
Did the back of his head hurt? He must've been imagining it.
Why was it so cold all of a sudden? And what was so hard underneath his bottom?
Jack couldn't answer any of his questions but part of his didn't care.
He couldn't remember anything; that was his goal. He didn't know anything save for his own name and the feeling of immense pain one second and drowning in pleasure the next. He couldn't fell if his eyes were closed but they must've been… Everything was dark. He tried to reach his hand up and say something, call out anyone, but nothing came out.
The last thing he thought he remembered was a woman's high pitched voice shouting his name and a siren.
Maybe he had blinked because he can see the red and white flashing lights.
He thinks he can breathe again, his lungs being moved for him.
His eyes fluttered, the only thing that came into his view was a man. He was tall, lanky. His hands were cold and his hair was slicked back. His skin looked as if it had a greyish tint to it. But the thing that Jack knew he remembered was the bright yellow eyes that distinctively stood out in his mind; they were beautiful.
~fin~
Signed, roo.