Song: Hey Violet - Unholy

To say Kenny's sleeping schedule was more of a mess than usual would be an understatement. He already had little sleep as is, but now he found his dreams being plagued by the form of a certain tall dark clad figure, that he did not consent to having these weird-ass dreams about. He'd thought the dream would be a one-off back when it first happened, but that did not turn out to be the case and instead he had dreams similar to it for the past week now. Which made no sense to him, as he couldn't understand what was triggering them. Were they all really only happening because he had seen the guy shirtless? Surely not. As he had seen his friends shirtless many times before and it never turned into an issue where he had recurring dreams of them, like the ones he was having now. Or hell, anyone else for that matter. So why now? Why was he having these kinds of dreams now?

There were too many questions on Kenny's mind. Questions that he didn't want, but couldn't really do much about. He had decided to spend today's lunch, alone, trying to figure out a way to nip this whole thing in the bud, but to no avail. Lunch was already halfway over by this point, and he starts to think that maybe he should just drop this for now and go meet up with his friends or something instead.

"My, isn't this a pleasant surprise."

Kenny freezes. There's an odd skip before he looks up from the spot he's seated in.

"It's rare to find you alone during lunch," Damien says, who now stood next to him, "though, I'd imagine it's not very comfortable sitting out in the cold like this."

"I was thinking," Kenny murmurs and looks away.

He'd been so preoccupied by his thoughts, that he hadn't even noticed Damien walking down the steps he currently sat on. He'd figured no one would even bother going outside in this cold, yet here was Damien, for some reason. Just as Kenny starts thinking he should get up and leave, Damien takes a seat next to him, surprising him a bit, especially with the abrupt closeness of it.

"Oh? Thinking of what might I ask?" Damien asks and leans onto a palm.

There's another odd skip in Kenny as Damien leans towards him and a flash of dream images flood his mind.

"Just stuff…" Kenny replies, looking away.

"What kind of stuff?"

"Nothing important."

"Really? Well it must be of some importance if you're out here in the cold all alone."

"Look, it's nothing alright!" Kenny snaps, not wanting to think of the topic anymore while Damien was right here next to him.

There's small traces of surprise on Damien's face for a few seconds before he closes his eyes with a small chuckle.

"Sorry," he says and looks away.

Kenny hadn't meant to do that, he feels bad about it, but also didn't know how else to get him to drop the probing questions. He glances back over at Damien and finds his gaze drawn to his profile, traveling along it till coming to a stop where Damien rested his chin on his palm. Flashes of images play again as Kenny's gaze drifts back and forth between Damien's lips and fingers. A small cloud of breath forms in the cold air from Damien's mouth, before Kenny has to look away and push those images down.

"What are you even doing out here anyways?" Kenny asks.

"Well, I was passing by the school doors and saw you sitting out here. So thought I'd come say hello and see how you were doing," Damien replies.

"Is that all?" Kenny asks, sounding a bit more sarcastic than he means too.

"Yes and…"

"And?"

"Well, I haven't spoken with you in almost a week, so thought I'd also ask, why that may be?"

"Oh…" Kenny murmurs, and is at a loss for what to say, "I've… just been busy is all…"

It probably doesn't sound the least bit believable, but he has no idea what else to say. And he sure as hell wasn't going to tell him about the dreams he'd been having. Damien watches him, almost intently so, and there's an annoying burn that starts on Kenny's face, causing him to look away. Must be from the cold , he thinks to himself.

"Just busy, is that all? Well I guess that's good to know then. I'd have thought you were just avoiding me again. Which would make me a bit sad, after I thought we had finally been able to talk normally once more," Damien says.

Kenny doesn't reply right away. He doesn't know how to. He figured Damien had caught on pretty quickly to the fact that he was in fact avoiding him, but he didn't seem to really talk to him either. Which Kenny figures it's partially his own fault in the first place for. They were just dreams after all, nothing real and nothing Damien was behind, right?

There's another thought that comes creeping in then, back to when Damien had first arrived a few weeks ago. He'd forgotten all about it, the dreams that he and Craig both had back then, since things returned to normal after that. But still, knowing that this was Damien who he was thinking of here… Who knew.

"Kenneth?" Damien asks, drawing him from his thoughts, "Are you alright? You seem… troubled."

"Huh? No, I'm fine, just got stuff on my mind is all," Kenny replies, then stands up, "I think I'm going to get going though. Have a few things I want to do before lunch ends."

"Alright then," Damien nods and looks away.

As Kenny walks up the steps and opens the school door to head in, he glances back at him once more. His thoughts play over again and that annoying burn of the cold starts across his face once more, before he heads inside.

Kenny didn't really have anything to do though, and only made the excuse so that he could leave to be with his thoughts. It's not until later into the school day, does he actually realize that he has something to do for real, as he's suddenly aware that it's Friday once again. With a sigh, he pulls out his phone and gets to work with planning. He spends most of his last class of the day doing that, until the bell rings and he has to go. By that point though, he'd come up with most of his plans for the weekend and all he needed to do was confirm some things with his friends and girlfriend just to make sure of it.

Saturday comes and everything goes smoothly thus far, he's able to spend the day doing what he'd planned, which now only left nighttime. His plans for it being to spend it at his girlfriend's place, like usual.

So he waits till it's late at night, when her parents have gone to bed, before she sneaks him in through the back door and up to her room.

When he lies on her bed, he feels almost ready to pass out then and there but knows it's unlikely to happen, as she liked to spend the nights that he usually came over talking well into them.

"Hey Kenny."

And almost as if on cue, she begins.

"Yeah?" he replies, his eyes closed.

He hopes that their conversation remains a short one this time, but when it goes on for more than a hour he forgoes sleep and lies there with his eyes half-opened and occasionally giving small grunts in response to her.

Eventually the topic of what he had been figuring would pop up, does, and he sits up.

"Babe, I know you want to do it, but can we do it later? I'm just really tired right now and want to rest," Kenny says, hoping it's convincing enough.

"Oh, okay…" she says and a small pout seems to form on her lips, "it's just that, we haven't done it all week. And I've been wanting to, but you seemed busy, so…"

There's an internal groan Kenny gives as he runs a hand down his face. All he wanted was to sleep, but he knew where this would head if turned her down now. And the headache it would most likely cause as well.

"Alright," he sighs.

Sally's mood seems to shift almost immediately as she perks up more and heads over to her dresser. She rummages through it until finding what she's looking for and heads back over to the bed. She hands a small plastic packet to Kenny, a condom, before going about undressing. Kenny figured at the end of it all, this was more than a fair enough exchange, if it meant he could get at least some sort of peaceful rest.

Kenny undresses, prepares himself and goes through the usual motions. Thinking to himself, that the sooner this is done and over with, the sooner he can rest.

He manages to work himself up and closes his eyes. Part of him thinks he might fall asleep while doing the motions, but knows he won't because of the other feeling he is currently experiencing.

His mind starts to wander though, which isn't too unusual when he's tired and doing this. However, it wanders to a place that he doesn't expect it too. Images from his dreams come creeping in and suddenly the figure underneath him isn't Sally anymore, it's someone else. The figure morphs and transforms behind his closed eyes and slowly, it's as if his dreams are coming to life. Wherever Sally now touched him, wasn't her anymore, and instead were stronger hands that gripped and slid up his back, where their nails dig into him. Her pants became deeper and more horse against his ear. It wasn't her voice, but at the same time it was.

"Kenny," she— he— breathes.

Something about it makes his heart beat faster and his legs grow weak. His body grows hotter and his grip tightens on the sheets. Arms wrap around him, but not the small slim ones of his girlfriend, no, these ones were much more muscular in size to hers and the way in which they tightened around him, made his insides burn.

"Kenny," the voice repeats over and over again.

"No…" Kenny mumbles.

Images flash through his mind, filling it. Hands on skin, wandering hot breaths that escape into others, skin and friction, rough and hard, then a face— his face. Smirking up at Kenny, as his body moves in unison with him.

Kenny's chest tightens immeasurably and his eyes shoot open.

" No! " he exclaims and quickly shoves away from Sally.

"Kenny?" Sally pants and sits up.

"I-I'm sorry," Kenny quickly says, when calming down a bit, "I need to go."

"Wha—why?" Sally asks, confused.

"I just remembered there's something else I need to do," he replies as he quickly throws on his shirt.

"But, what about…" Sally trails off and as her gaze travels down to his groin.

He follows her gaze as he puts his underwear and pants back.

"That will be fine," he quickly says and zips up over it, "anyways, I'm sorry about this, but I remembered something urgent I need to take care of," he adds as he throws on his coat and boots, "I'll see you later."

He doesn't even wait for her to reply, before he's out the bedroom door and rushing out of the house.

At first he thinks of rushing home, but the painfully tight restriction in his pants tells him not to, so he opts to take a short detour first.

Cursing to himself, he rushes into a nearby fast food place and instantly heads to the restroom, locking himself in a stall. Hurriedly he unzips his coat and examines the situation. How the hell the cold had unaffected him there, he had no idea.

He hesitates for a few seconds, before slowly unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick. He removes the condom that's still on it and tosses it into the toilet, knowing he shouldn't, but not caring enough about it in his current state.

Carefully he wraps a hand around himself and slowly starts to pump, needing to take care of it so he can leave.

He stays focused on just the action first, trying his best not to think of anything else, but it doesn't last long as his tired mind starts to give way to the feeling and wander again. His eyes close and soon enough, he's back to where he was. The images filling his mind and fictional senses taking him over.

His hand isn't his anymore, it's another's. Hot breath brushes against his ear, making him shiver, a second hand wanders across his body gripping and squeezing it. Kenny's pulse quickens as hot breath moves down his body and to his tip. The mental image of a pair of lips pressing against it makes him twitch and part his lips.

"No." he murmurs.

The lips spread and take him in more, imaginary hot warmth consumes him then and starts to move in the same rhythm as his pumping. His breathing shallows as they pick up pace.

"No," he pants.

The word repeats itself to him with each growing increase of speed. His body grows hot and a sharp coil tightens around his lower stomach. A pair of mahogany eyes look up at him then, staring at him like how they had yesterday and everything tightens in him. Those eyes, those fucking eyes. With a sharp gasp, the coil quickly comes undone.

"No…" Kenny moans, quietly.

For a few seconds he stands still and pants lightly. It's only once the panting stops, does he move again. Grabbing some toilet paper, he wipes himself and his hand off, before throwing it in the toilet and flushing it. At first he wonders if the condom will go down or not, but it does and he tucks himself away before exiting the stall. He washes his hands briefly, dries them, then leaves the restroom and heads home.

His mind is fuzzy during the walk there and only clears once he hears the regular sound of screaming down the street. All he wanted to do was sleep in peace that night and not deal with anymore bullshit. So when he reaches his house, he walks around the side of it and stops at his bedroom window. He then opens it from the outside and slips into his room from it, not wanting to be involved in whatever scream session was going on that night.

And try as he might, he knew sleep would be scarce for him that night, yet again.