Chapter Two: Time

It was eager. Forcing. And it kind of hurt.

And then I fell. I fell into that mystical shock that, at the moment, felt like a passing current of energy coming from his body to mine. It was strengthening while I was weakening, breaking under the unprecedented amount of pleasure, it was bringing me to my knees. I had to close my eyes. I felt myself give in and it felt so fucking good.

I wrapped my arms around his strong neck, my full weight now leaning on the wall behind me. Nothing mattered. Everything lacked gravity. I was floating in mid air and I loved the feeling of it. The static friction of his tongue rubbing on mine and I thoroughly complied, the cold breeze becoming nonexistent to our melting bodies. Everything lacked importance except this sole moment.

That was until my lungs started collapsing.

I banged my head on the cursed wall behind me, breaking the kiss to get some air and that hurt like fuck. I was out of breath. It felt like someone had choked me and I was on the brink of death…and it also felt like I had just finally filled that whole that Wendy oh so conveniently placed in the middle of my chest. The ache had vanished along with my breath so it was a price that was truly worth its fee.

While I was hissing in pain I heard muffled laughter too close to my ear before a hand suddenly came to the back of my head in a comforting manner that I really enjoyed. Until a god forsaken tongue crept onto the shell of my ear and teeth started chewing upon the flesh, which sounds disgusting but in real life it feels so damn good.

I recommend this to anyone who wants to get it on. Seriously.

I couldn't hold back the little gasp that escaped from my mouth as Dylan surprisingly bit down harshly on my cartilage. I felt the growing smirk and blushed as he pulled away. Those eyes were too descriptive of what was happening. So lustful. And I swear I saw fulfillment somewhere in those hazel orbs as they stared into me. Into every little crevice I had hidden from plain sight. To the naked eye. To everyone.

Except Dylan.

The full moon was still illuminating it's endless amount of reflected light from the sun onto him as he turned away from me and went to the source of said light. When he was at the window, he looked at me before he closed it and I saw something beautiful but it also sickened me with worry.

Dylan was crying.

Even though his eyes were leaking tears, the droplets seemed to shine like diamonds in the glow that was enveloping him. He was smiling though. He seemed rejoiceful, grateful even. Like a miracle just accrued.

I rushed over there, curiosity overcoming me. He looked at me and swept my bangs over my eyes, then continued to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. It felt like static was on his finger tips, sending a temporary shockwave onto my skin. It was tingly.

"Are you okay? Why are you crying," I said in a worried tone while reaching upward to cup his face in my hands and wipe the continuously leaking tears. His makeup was now smeared but it matched well with his skin. The flowing tears were steadily decreasing.

He looked deep into my eyes, so deep into them that I lost myself. What did he find so special about my normal blue eyes. All white people had them. What was all the jazz about me? Is he…playing me?

I guess the disappointment and disgust started showing onto my face and he actually laughed. What an ass!

"Why are you laughing?" I said in a cold, stern tone that implied to the mockery he had set up for me. This was some sick joke.

He slowly stopped the giggles. "Because you actually thought that I would just use you like that. Oh Stan, you have much to learn about me. And one of them is," he said pausing before giving me a gentle peck on the lips. "is that I have been dreaming about this for a very, very long time."

Oh.

Don't I feel like a jackass?

From anger, to understanding, and a little bit of embarrassment, I finally put it all together. Dylan had always treated me differently from everyone else. Gave me car rides, talked to me at school when I wasn't Goth, he would even lend me his CDs when all the other Goths told me to never ask him because he would slap you across the face.

I never asked him for CDs. He always gave them to me, somehow knowing already what artists I liked.

What's kind of funny is that I remember we made up this game where we had to smack an ass or asses a certain amount of times and he would only smack mine. Throughout the whole damn day too. Now that I think about it, it wasn't a smack, more of a harsh grip…

Oh god. I'm an idiot.

I looked down, ashamed that I wasn't bright enough to fit the pieces of the puzzle he placed in my convenient reach. That must've hurt him a lot.

He tipped my chin up so he could meet my eyes, he looked concerned and a little more than scared. "Are you regretting this?" he said uncomfortably. Doubting myself heavily, I answered. "No. I just- I mean it kind of happened really fast, you know. I wasn't really expecting and it was a bit scary at first because I thought it was some sick joke you played and I thought-"my rambling was cut off with a finger to my mouth and a shush coming from Dylan's lips before reconnecting them with mine.

How I wasn't against this, I don't know. I got even more confused by my proper actions as I leaned toward him and wrapped my warms around his neck again, his warm tongue finally entering my mouth. His hands tugged my hair and slowly went down my back, leaving trails of static pleasure in their path. I wasn't completely sure if I had goose bumps, even though his tongue was plunging its self down my throat. That was until his hands finally reach their destination, gripping fiercely on my backside.

I now realized that using your nose as an oxygen provider was probably a good idea. I felt myself back into something hard, is that a wall? Oh. My. God. He's sucking my tongue. Holy fuck it felt so damn good.

I felt weightless as he started entwining our tongues in a continuous circular rhythm, while grasping my ass like his life depended on it, and his knee, somewhere along the way, winded up between my legs, kneading something I would rather not name.

My knees were giving out, I kept forgetting to breathe through my nose, and I was trying so hard not to pull Dylan's hair off. I was tugging it pretty harshly.

I knew I was making a lot of noise but I didn't care because it felt good. And I shouldn't be ashamed of that. Besides, they obviously turned Dylan on so why stop making them? It's a win-win situation.

I honestly wanted to know why he was paying so much attention to my ass. Seriously, he was now separating the cheeks and squishing them real hard. It hurt, but whatever. I could deal.

He was sucking my tongue again and I was pretty sure his goal was to finger me with pants on. Man he had some weird kinks, but God that tongue.

I practically shot off the wall when his fingers dug into my pants and then through the comically thin layer of underwear and reach my back side.

He circled them around and around…

Circling around and around, for a very long time.

I knew I was begging him to put them in me but I couldn't remember what I said I couldn't remember anything. The only thing that did exist was him and I. Nothing else was of importance.

And then the fucking phone rang…

I heard him curse and he said some bull shit apology or something. I couldn't understand him. He was about to pull his fingers away. No. He's not getting out that easy. I plunged them into me as I slid down the wall quickly.

Not my best idea because it hurt so fucking bad. I knew I was hissing in pain and I said something about not wanting him to leave. Why is it so hard to remember?

All I could feel was pain and the awkwardness of suddenly shoving two fingers up your own asshole.

He began to thrust them into me slowly, getting me used to them, preparing me for what was to come. He slid them just a bit deeper and my eyes were rolling into their sockets. He slid them in the same direction but cautiously slipped them even deeper than before. Oh God. I was pretty sure I convulsed and pressed myself so fucking hard on the damn digits.

I heard him whisper so many things in my ears that if registered them all I would be completely red from head to toe; the human tomato Stan Marsh. From things to "You like that don't you" to shit like "Do you want more". But this was different. It made me freeze because I had no I idea what to do.

"Touch me. Please," his voice was so desperate. I hadn't laid a finger on him all night. Jesus, he must be dying.

I reluctantly began to unbutton his pants and I began tease him through his garment. He growled. That was unexpected.

It was kind of hard to meet Dylan in the eyes while he was fingering me and while he was also thrusting into my hand that was now wrapped around his dick.

But I did. He was in complete bliss. And I knew I was about to explode with him finally joining my moans.

I felt something inside me break and then regenerate into something else completely. I knew I was practically screaming but I couldn't care. Not with this feeling of ecstasy coursing through my veins and suddenly overtaking me.

The look in his eyes before they rolled back into their respective sockets was intoxicating me into the same trance.

The phone can suck my dick.

XxOoXx

I totally didn't expect to see the sunrise and Dylan's naked body.

I'm honestly so fucking confused with me. I mean, yeah I did the occasional look over for a guy. I've considered the male physique once or twice.

But this, waking up with Dylan's rather loud breathing in my ear without clothes on and his arm around my waist.

No. That was not really the goal in those quick and awkward glances in the locker rooms. That was a sudden opportunity. But this…

What the fuck.

I heard a falter in his breathing before he tried to glue his front to my back somewhat comfortably considering the low temperature at the moment, I didn't mind.

That why I was in such a state.

I don't care.

I don't care about all the shit he did last night well, I do but you know what I mean. I mean that he going to do it again but I don't care but I know it's wrong but it feels right, right? It feels right-I mean I guess, I mean, I don't- what the fuck? Why am I contradicting myself?

I'm so weird.

I just need some time to think about it. About Dylan and me and about-I can't believe I'm saying this but- Wendy Testabuger.

Fuck that.

I just need some time.

XxOoXx

AN: Sorry… no I'm not. Okay, like I do have a life. And it is summer…yeah. So my excuse isn't solid but I can't bring myself to care so now all of you know that I am basically updating this when I do have time. Along with my other fic. Sorry but that's life. Okay, I will be updating now but I also forgot my password. I'm sure I'll remember it. You'll know if I end up posting this. Don't worry this will be continued.