0.5 [A different dimension]
Adam doesn't go back to the woods. Not for a few days, at the very least. He attends his classes, does his homework and hangs out with Brad and Drake. He doesn't tell them about the blond or the jar full of rose petals and black thorns that he hides under his bed when they're in his dorm room. He's careful about the subject of Halloween since Brad is still convinced that he disappeared into the trees that night. In fact, he's careful with just about everything.
With Brad, though, it's easy to hide the truth about the woods and the roses. It's easy to hide from Brad because Brad gives up after a while. But it's not so easy with Drake, especially for Adam. That's the trouble with having a crush on someone and having to hide something from them at the same time. Because Drake has a tendency of getting this look in his eye whenever Adam says nothing happened on Halloween or that he's fine and no he doesn't know anything about any rose petals. It's that look that is full of suspicion, and it makes Adam tremble with regret every time. Still, he's cautious. He keeps to his routine as best as possible. He goes to class and acts normal, doing what he can not to raise question.
He wakes up early every morning to get up and start his day, but despite the exhaustion he has by the time it's nightfall, he can't sleep. His mind is always racing with images of the blond creature with burnt orange eyes. He keeps recreating that last scene where the man hissed and snarled at him when Adam tried to reach out and touch him. It's strange though. Why can the blond touch his hands and face, but the moment Adam tries to reach out to him, it's as if he's attempting to harm the creature?
Sighing softly, Adam rolls over onto his back, his arms tucked under his head as he stares up at the ceiling. It's Thursday night, and it's been four days since he made that last trip to the ring of trees with the roses and the man. The idea of going back is constantly on his mind, but he never seems to get the will to grab a jacket and go back out again. He blames it on the blond frightening him that night, but he knows that's not the case. There's something that tells him every night he considers going that it's not the right time yet.
Regardless of these internal whispers and second thoughts, Adam wants to. God, he does. He wants to go back and know the man. Learn his name. Try to talk to him. Figure out where he came from. Try to figure out what he is exactly. Adam knows he's not human; he couldn't possibly be human. Humans aren't that beautifully perfect and hypnotizing. Humans don't have burnt orange and gold eyes, translucent skin and lizard-like tails. Unless they're mutated. But even then, it's damned near impossible.
He's considered the possibility of spiritual or extraterrestrial life, and maybe that's why the blond didn't want Adam touching him. But it doesn't make sense since the blond has touched him a good number of times and nothing bad has happened. Well, not to the blond. Every time their skin touched, Adam felt such pleasurable waves rolling up and down his body. He had been sure time and time again that he was going to drop dead from such ecstasy. And if such a rush came from the blond touching his face and his hands, imagine being touched elsewhere…
A blush floods Adam's freckled cheeks and he bites his lip, letting his eyes drift shut. There's a light glow coming from the jar on his side table. At night he sets it back to where he can see it. The hue is comforting and warm, and the shimmer of glitter is so dazzling and inspiring, Adam can't help but to stare at it before falling asleep every night. It's just so beautiful. It reminds him of the blond dressed up in that blue silk robe.
Biting his lip, Adam turns his head to look at the roses. They're glowing most every night at this point. Whenever he opens the jar and touches them, they glow just a little bit brighter. He's not sure if he's connected to them somehow or if it's because of the few short times he's spent with the blond. All he knows is that the roses respond to him, and it makes him curious.
Looking away again, Adam forces his eyes shut. It's quarter till three in the morning and he has an exam at noon. He needs all the sleep he can get, but it's not coming to him in the slightest right now. Groaning quietly, Adam's eyes slide open again and he stares feebly at the ceiling, muttering a half-assed prayer about how he'll take the time to study during the day next time if he can get some proper sleep.
Rolling over onto his side, Adam faces the side table, staring at the clock and then at the jar of roses. He frowns a little, remembering back to the afternoon nap he took before going out at night again to meet the blond. He remembers taking hold of the jar and almost cuddling with it and how he fell right fast asleep. It's a long shot, no doubt, but he has hope as he reaches for it again, curling his fingers around the glass. It's cold at first, and the rose petals flicker lightly before dying back to their soft glow as he pulls it close, resting it in his arms, tucked safe against his chest. He lets out a breath and closes his eyes, waiting.
This time, thankfully, it doesn't take long for Adam to fall asleep. The blue glow is faint to his closed lids as he listens to the sounds of his breath and his heart drumming in his chest. The glass of the jar begins to grow warm in his embrace. His dreams swirl black and inky before the darkness flutters away and he finds himself standing barefoot in the ring of trees and rose petals again, staring upon the blond.
Adam takes in a breath as his eyes rake across the blond's appearance. His hair is pushed away from his face, revealing the glory of smooth, pale skin inked with black tattoos. He's still dressed in the blue robe, the fabric hanging from his shoulders and exposing the lines and thin flesh of his neck, collarbones and shoulders. He should be frightened by the fact that he can see the man's bones beneath the skin and inking, but he's not. He's mystified and awestruck, even. Fascinated by the strange creature before him.
The trees surrounding them are dark, lit by the hue of the glittery blue rose petals that form a circular bed, the outer edges lined with the thorns he remembers so well. With the man standing in the center, the roses beneath his feet and about a foot in diameter around him around glowing and shimmering brilliantly. The farther out the roses are the softer the glow and glitter fades until they reach Adam beneath his feet, where they shimmer weakly in comparison to the blond, but stronger than if they were not touching either of them.
"Who are you?" Adam asks, his voice a soft and echoing whisper that carries across the ring. His breath plumes and glows in the light, his words like the glitter on the roses. They float along the way, wrapping themselves around the blond like a faint mist. The creature's eyes slip shut and a soft, delicate taste of a smile quirks at the left corner of his mouth. He breathes in as the mist of breath and words fades away and he opens his eyes again, staring bright and hard at Adam.
There's a silence that falls between them as the blond raises a hand, beckoning with a black painted finger for Adam to come closer. Much like the last night he had been here, Adam finds himself walking forward against his will. He doesn't fight it, though. Not this time. He welcomes the shift in power, knowing that the blond isn't going to hurt him. Not here, anyway.
His feet kick through the roses, the glowing light shimmering brighter than before as he steps closer to the man. Much the same, the blond stops him just a step away from being nose to nose, and Adam stares slightly down at him. Those eyes swirl with mischief and amusement as he raises his hand, cold and delicate fingers trailing against his cheek. Adam shivers at the touch, letting his eyes roll back and slip shut as the blond male touches him.
It's a curious touch, sweet and soft like a caress. The pads of the blond's fingers slide up along Adam's cheek bone before trailing down along the line of his jaw. They press a little harder, firmer, against his neck, dragging down between his collarbones. Adam's heart races in his chest and if it weren't for the fact that his legs are locked and keeping him upright, he would probably fall over in pleasure. The tingling and warm sensations spread like fire through his nerves, centered at the boy's fingertips.
Adam moans as the touch slides down along his bare chest, his lungs squeezing out a stuttered breath. The touch of fingers turns to the light scrape of nails and he jerks once and gasps as a nail crosses his nipple, turning it rigid and hard within moments. His eyes open quickly and he glances down at the blond, finding those liquid gold and fiery eyes gazing intently upon his face.
"God.." Adam whispers, his words glowing in front of his face like they had before. He tries to catch his breath as the blond motions again, beckoning him down onto his knees before making him lie flat on his back, arms and legs slightly spread from his body. He's cushioned by the roses, their light glowing all around him and making him feel warm. The blond sinks down from above, straddling his thighs, the robe pooling around him.
Hands start at his hips and slide up along his sides and his chest. Adam arches some into the touch, mainly frozen to his position in the roses as he moans. The blond's eyes never once leave his face as the caresses turn warm and soothing, almost as if memorizing the feel of his flesh.
Eyes squeezed shut, Adam mumbles a soft and needy "please, please" to the blond, earning no response other than the shift of roses and the slide of soft, sweet skin on hot and trembling skin. Adam curls his hands into fists, clenching handfuls of roses as the blond leans close, breathing hot against a nipple and making him buck slightly.
"Please!" Adam whines, feeling painfully hard beneath the fabric of his shorts. His entire body is trembling as the blond glances at him again, smirking devilishly in the light. Adam's heart kicks and races just a little faster as those full and sweet pale lips press to his chest, leaving a gentle and hot kiss against his flesh. The edges of his vision dim as he lets out a breath, his eyes sliding shut before he falls into darkness…
Gasping, Adam sits straight up, his eyes wide and blinking in the morning light. Sweat clings to his face and his hairline, his body trembling from the realness of his dream. He pants softly, his heart skipping beats as he glances around, finding himself in his dorm room where he had been the night before. The clock reads half past nine and he tries to force himself to calm down.
Glancing down, Adam rubs his chest, finding no traces of marks left by lips or nails. Other than the flush of dreaming so vividly of intimacy, there's nothing that could discern the dream as being real. Sighing softly in disappointment, Adam lowers his gaze, finding his shorts soaked with sweat and release, and a blush crosses his face. So vivid that he orgasmed in his sleep.
Leaning back on his elbow, Adam runs his fingers through his hair, dragging sweat through his locks with shaking fingers. The images of the dream keep flashing through his head. The blond's lips on his chest, palms of his translucent hands sliding up and down his chest. A shiver rolls down Adam's spine as he opens his eyes, finding the jar of roses tucked back in safety on his side table.
Frowning a little, Adam glances around his room. Everything else is in order. His clothes are dropped at the foot of his bed where he stripped them. His shoes are by his desk, his book bag at his computer chair. His computer is shut off, his phone on the table and plugged into the wall to charge. Good, good. He gazes across to the door and feels his heart skip.
The door is unlocked. And he's pretty damn sure he locked it last night before he went to bed.