Daydreamer

“What’s on your mind, Tyler? You’re awfully quiet tonight.”

I was face down on the bed as Austin traced his fingers continuously on my bare back.
I didn’t answer him.

“Did something happen between you and Michael?”

I bit down on my lip and tried to hold back tears.

“He’s mad…”

His fingers made their way into my hair.

“He’s always easy to get mad. I thought you would’ve known by now.”
“He’s angry because I didn’t tell him the truth…He saw the hickeys you made last week…”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
“You’re not sorry…”

I rolled over on my side so I could face him.

“Did you always enjoy hurting him…?”
“Believe me, Tyler. Some things were on purpose. Some were on accident.”

“Was cheating on him an ‘accident’?”
“No. A kid was desperate and he didn’t have any money, so he paid me in another way.”
I gripped the sheets.

“Sounds just like me…”

“You were a different case. That kid was just a druggie who needed his fix. You, on the other hand, were broken. You were so desperate for an escape, and so I gave it to you in two different ways that night.”

He moved his hand down and rested it on my hip.

“And I can do it again. You desperately want to escape again…”
He looked over at my nightstand.

“…and you only have one pill left for now.”

I shouldn’t.

He leant down and kissed me, massaging my hipbone.

“How long has it been, Tyler? A year? Maybe a year and a half?”

He pushed me so that I was now lying on my back.
He took off his shirt and threw it to the side, returning his lips back to mine.

His touch is rough.

His lips soon made their way to my neck, sucking and biting at the skin.
He moved away and was about to go for the last pill, but I grabbed his hand to stop him.

I shook my head.

“Not tonight…Not this time…”

He didn’t protest and trailed his kisses and licks all the way down to my hips.
He pulls off my boxers and throws them to the side as well.

I grew more nervous and tense with each kiss to the inside of my thigh.

A small amount of preparation, and he was already inside.
He starts, teasingly slow, as he kisses my neck again.

“You want to know something, Tyler?”

He pushed in deeper, causing me to cry out.

“That night when you came to me…I honestly didn’t know what to think. I’ve come to really like you. You were always in the back of my mind, endlessly haunting my thoughts. I never met anyone like you.”

Our bodies pressed closer, my hands scratching at his back every time he thrust into me.
I couldn’t control my moans and soon, I was seeing stars.

“Say my name, Tyler…Scream it. Moan it. Even whisper it if you want. I just want you to say it at least once.”

I don’t belong to him.

“Say it…I’m so close…!”

I don’t belong to him.

One more hit and I couldn’t hold it back.

“A-Austin!”

I came with the sound of his name echoing off of the bedroom walls.
He came inside with a strained moan afterwards.

A smile made its way onto his lips before he kissed me.

“Even better than last time.”

He moved off of me and grabbed his boxers from off the floor, pulling them back on.
I remained in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

I let it happen again.

Austin was now fully clothed and put his shoes on.

“I’ll come back next week, and I’ll bring you some more pills.”

He kissed me on the forehead before he said his goodbyes and left.

Five minutes of silence was broken by the sound of glass shattering.
I cautiously got out of bed and put my boxers on, slowly stepping out of the room.

A mirror was broken; a picture fame was on the floor, shattered.

And from the corner of my eye, I saw Michael, storming out of the house.