EDIT: Start of this chapter altered to meet the changes of the last chapter. Enjoy, as usual!
Well here it is then! Sorry it's so late.
I hope you all had a lovely Easter!
This one is long. And gets kinda naughty. Hope you like.
(thank you to all my kind reviewers/followers/favorite(rs)? so far! I love you all)
And with that, the door closed, leaving Jay to his solitude.
Jay clutched at his shirt, uncertainty rising like cloudy flood waters. He didn't know how to deal with all of this. Were Masky and Tim truly the same person? Of course, yes - physically at least, they were identical. But it seemed as though Masky was an entirely different person mentally. He had his own thoughts, his own wills.
Jay knew that the darkness that existed behind Tim's eyes was Masky.
But what was even more complicated was the purpose behind Masky's actions. There's no way the masked man could actually be fond of Jay in such a way - no. There was something else, Jay was sure of it. Tim himself was another beast, another mystery - perhaps Tim indeed liked Jay. But no - that was all too much and all too strange to think about now.
This was not a time to think about relationships.
Alex was still out there.
Brian, Jessica, and Amy too.
How could he have just forgotten about them? Tim and Jay were only working together to find their lost mutual friends - and no more. They had been forced together for this purpose and this purpose only.
Jay curled up in his bed, a sudden chill infiltrating the cavity in his chest.
Tomorrow, he thought.
Tomorrow I'll go back to Rosswood and settle...settle something.
Jay drifted into a heavy sleep.
He dreamed of crossed-out circles.
OOO
Jay was standing in the field just outside Rosswood park. His eyes were tuned into the bright morning sky, swallowing the sluggish motions of the marshmallow clouds. The sun was almost too bright, almost too real for Jay.
He gripped a brand-new camera in his right hand, silver and sparkling in the sun's glow.
He stretched out his arm, glad that his wound had healed, though leaving a gnarly scar.
He was fine. Jay was fine. He felt much, much better.
Although he wasn't quite sure why, Jay had a feeling his sudden burst of energy had something to do with Tim. Always with Tim. Always with Masky. The mysterious figures who, though occupying the same physical body, seemed to be two different entities within Jay's head. Tim was his friend - yes, he could call him that now. And Masky...Masky was dangerous. Elusive and dangerous and enchanting.
Like a fairy. An awful, black fairy.
Jay snorted out loud and continued on his way, poking through the beginnings of underbrush and saplings. He held his new camera out with confidence - anxious, nervous, but familiar confidence - and watched the image through the screen.
He felt the draw of the forest - Jay never knew which way he was going - and let it lead him deeper. The woods were always unfamiliar, as if they were constantly changing. The bright, warm light scraping through the tips of the trees was comforting. Jay was always afraid, but there were moments like these when he could actually relax a little. Relax, and even think.
Think about what the hell he was doing.
What was he doing at Rosswood today? Jay felt his eyebrows furrow, as he searched himself for an answer. What was he hoping to find? He hadn't really found any prevalent clues regarding the operator or Alex, so what sort of suicidal mission was Jay going on? Jay let his mind simmer for a while in the late morning heat.
He was suddenly aware of a certain emotion stirring its way into his void.
The angry black hole in his chest - the vacuum of emotions that Jay could never seem to fill - was being infected by something.
Infiltrated.
Jay stopped when he noticed a shape in the distance. Drawing nearer, he realized that he had found his way to some time of massive structure. Windowless and held up by only the frame in most places, Jay seemed to have stumbled upon a place quite similar to the abandoned hospital he and Tim had gone to visit so much earlier. It sprawled through the trees, a sad off-white in comparison to the fluffy clouds floating slowly by above.
Shrugging, Jay walked though the slumping entrance, watching his camera record every step he made. Chunks of pavement and shards of glass littered the ground around his feet. Stepping haphazardly about the debris, Jay stepped into what looked to be an open courtyard. He stood in the overgrown rectangle of grass and breathed in the light.
The sun bore down upon the unkempt spot, and Jay stared at the motionless blades of grass. Shielding his eyes against the sun, he looked up, and for a while, did absolutely nothing. It was after a few minutes of this that Jay was overcome by a wave of exhaustion. The heat, probably. The sun had curled up inside of him and decided to take a nap, making him feel heavy.
Jay figured he could use a nap too. Just for a few moments, he thought.
Jay walked out of the sun to a nearby wall, whitewashed and tired from lack of upkeep, and leaned against it. It was warm and rough. Slowly, Jay slid to the ground, setting his camera beside him. His drifting eyes captured the minute movements of the blades of grass. Yawning and letting his eyes close, Jay crossed his arms and legs. He would only be out for a few minutes.
OOO
Jay was drawn out of his trance-like phase when he felt something warm touch his neck. The wall was still warm against his back, and Jay could sense that the sun was still out through his eyelids. Eyes still closed, Jay scrabbled clumsily at whatever might have been threatening to constrict his airway. Jay's hands stilled when they grasped the forms wrapped around his neck. A pair of gloved hands, smooth and familiar, tightened their grip instantly.
Jay's eyes snapped open, unsurprised to see the masked visage staring back at him.
Masky was dressed the same as he always was - black jacket, mask and all. The sun's rays lit the edges of his messy hair from behind.
Jay wheezed and grabbed the masked man's hands, attempting to speak but managing only a cough. Masky patiently dragged Jay up the wall by the throat, strength absurd, causing Jay to let out a choked whine. Chips of paint flaked off beneath Jay's shirt - the heat was unbearable.
Masky slid one of his knees between Jay's legs as he pinned the up against the wall - Jay felt his heart stutter. He panted, the lack of oxygen sending a myriad of mixed signals to his tired brain.
Jay's pulse battered erratically as he watched Masky tilt his head to the side. Was he here to kill him? Torture him? Pleasure him? His pulse quickened. Why aren't I fighting?
Jay felt the pressure on his neck lift slightly as Masky began to lean forward. He could feel the warmth of Masky's leg between his own, felt the heat through the black leather gloves. Jay hazily wondered if this was all just a dream. The masked man tilted his face further, and all Jay could do was keep staring into those bottomless black pits. Those false eyes lulled his name, drawing him in - like the forest, like his void. They ate away at him.
Something stirred in Jay's chest again. Perhaps this was that emotion Jay had been feeling earlier - the feeling that had successfully penetrated the dark, empty depths of his soul; desire. The need to feel Masky against him - violent, calculating, and ruthless. Jay trembled shamefully.
Masky closed in, and Jay disintegrated in his firm grip. He was too hot and weak to fight back. It was uncomfortable, but he didn't dare move - the gloved hands were still braced around his neck, just light enough so that he could keep breathing.
Then without warning, Masky pressed his mask to Jay's mouth. Jay felt the cool contact raise hairs on the back of his neck, and squirmed slightly at the odd sensation. Dropping one of his hands from Jay's neck, Masky traced a line down Jay's side, fingers feeling the faint ridges of his ribs. Jay's cheeks, already pink from the sun, flushed red as he let out a soft moan against the mask. Masky hummed bemusedly, keeping one hand firmly pressed against Jay's throat while the other moved lazily across his chest.
Breaking the kiss, Masky paused his fondling to grip Jay by the hips and wrench him upwards. Jay hissed as he was brought perpendicular to Masky, the fronts of their pants brushing roughly. Shocks of arousal coursed through his body. With Jay suspended, propped up by the wall against his back, the larger man began grinding up against him. Jay gasped, and, lacking stability, splayed his hands out against the wall behind him.
Jay heard a snicker and Masky cocked his head.
He thinks it's weird that I'm not struggling, doesn't he? B-but I can't -
Jay's split-second thoughts were cut off by a hand that suddenly slipped its way beneath his shirt. He whimpered loudly as Masky found a spot just beside his hip bone pressed lightly at it. The masked man's other hand found its way back to Jay's neck, sliding over collar bones and brushing against his jaw. Masky stared at Jay through his eyeless pits, studying his expressions intently. Jay could feel the dark holes burning into him, could feel the desire swelling in his chest. Jay felt himself getting hard, and furrowed his brows anxiously.
Masky grinded ruthlessly against Jay's front, enjoying the small cries being ripped periodically from the smaller man's throat. Jay's fingers dug into the flaking paint, trying his hardest not to buck his hips with each even rock. He was deteriorating at an alarming rate - but he already knew resistance was not an option. Jay's mind was a hot, sloppy mess. He was utterly helpless under Masky's uncompromising gaze - but he couldn't deny that it felt at least a little good.
Masky slowed his movements and gazed down at the man before him. Chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and eyes clouded with a lovely mixture of fear and desire - Masky had successfully rendered Jay's consistency to that of a puddle. Masky smirked behind his mask, sliding the hand beneath Jay's shirt up to brush over hardened nipples. He watched the muscles of Jay's abdomen tense, felt the man's legs tighten around him considerably. Jay's eyes were pleading.
He wanted to make him beg.
Jay arched his back to the masked man's touches, pants and whines being drawn from his lips. His eyes widened as he saw Masky's free hand dip beneath his waistband. Oh god. Jay squeezed his eyes shut and squirmed, feeling his pants being quickly unbuttoned. He exhaled, feeling nothing for the moment but his painfully hard erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. Now I'm just waiting for it... groaned Jay inside his head.
A few agonizing seconds passed by, with no motions made by Masky. Jay opened his eyes in confusion, and trembled when he met the unwavering, hypnotizing gaze once more. He blushed when he glanced down, his dick pushing eagerly up at his boxers. He looked at Masky, blush deepening as the mask turned to evaluate the predicament below him. Then, meeting Jay's eyes once more, Masky lowered a hand and pressed his thumb lightly to the bulge.
"Ah!" One of Jay's hands flew up to cover his mouth. Oh god oh god oh god -
Masky, as though frustrated, wrenched the hand away. He shifted inwards, closing the distance between them, and palmed at Jay's erection.
"Hnn - no!" Jay writhed, eyes wide. Oh god please just do it nice! Jay cycled through his thoughts like a turbine. He needed this so badly.
Masky, almost pleased with Jay's indecency, snagged the edge of Jay's boxers and lifted them up and over. Jay whimpered as he was revealed, stiff and aching. Masky shifted so he could support more of Jay's weight, and closed more of the distance between them. His larger body shuddered at the sight of the smaller one beneath him. Jay's shirt pushed was up over his abdomen, revealing his lithe form. His dick stood up bravely, beading a pearly liquid, little drops already threatening to spatter on his stomach.
Masky suddenly grasped at the zipper to his jacket and pulled it down, revealing nothing but his evenly muscled chest. He saw Jay's expression and grinned silently, peeling off the rest of his jacket and throwing it aside. It was getting too hot anyways.
Jay's breathing turned erratic when Masky took off his jacket. It shouldn't have, really, but it did.
"Y-y-you...ahhhmm!" Jay began to talk but was abruptly cut off when Masky decided to grip his cock in an unkind grip.
Pumping in even, gloved strokes, Masky treated Jay kindly enough. He watched the man spasm, eyes never leaving his own, desperate and wide. He trailed his free hand over Jay's front, earning a good few whimpers of pleasure, and brushed a finger on Jay's bottom lip.
Jay's heart clenched with each merciless stroke Masky gave. The glove was smooth and warm, but not forgiving. The small sparks of pain eventually gave way to waves of rolling pleasure. Jay inadvertently tightened the grip of his legs around Masky's midsection, and, not knowing where else to put them, placed his hands on Masky's shoulders. Masky's finger moved casually across his lip, and slid slyly into his mouth. It tasted a lot like leather and nothing. Masky slid it in and out, just barely, and Jay mewled around the digit.
Jay's hands dug into Masky's shoulders as he was delivered a rougher series of strokes. Withdrawing his finger, Masky drew Jay closer, until their faces remained just inches apart.
"T-ti-... Masky?" Jay tried, breathing hotly against the mask's surface.
Masky growled in response and buried his face in the crook of Jay's neck, lifting the mask just enough so that he could slip his tongue out and lick a rough line up to the other man's jaw. He kept his hand working at an even pace, feeling Jay's hips cant against his own. The poor man wouldn't last much longer, he guessed.
Jay felt his head spinning. He was so close now. He held onto Masky with a bruising grip, crying out with each clever work of the gloved hand. He let the larger man trail kisses down to his collar bone, let him grip the side of his body and bring him closer. Jay's back was scorching against the wall, he felt as though he was on fire. Every cell in his body seemed to scream in scorched pleasure.
A few more pumps and Jay was gone, muscles tense for a moment as he spurted clean into the air.
"AHhh!" Jay hugged the other man close as he convulsed, a few final pumps ending the tidal wave of bliss. " M-masky..."
Masky withdrew, mask repositioned correctly, and observed his work. Jay slumped to the ground with the bigger man's guidance, white stickiness decorating his trembling stomach. Masky crouched to reach Jay's level and gazed into his eyes, satisfied. He reached out and sifted a gloved hand carefully through Jay's soft brown hair, reveling in the way Jay simply melted. Watching as the younger man's eyes drifted shut, Masky gathered up his coat and waited for a moment.
When Jay's breathing reached an even rate, Masky bent to grab the camera which had been laying on the ground the entire time. It looked brand-new. Smiling, Masky wrapped it up in his jacket and walked out into the woods.
Well? :]