I got school in two weeks but God bless that this is my last fucking year because I'm this close to jumping off a fluffing bridge but anygay,
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Jaren squirmed in the bed, that damned dream of him and John played over and over in his head. He doesn't even the amount of different scenarios that played out but it always ended at the same scene, when John had muttered, "I'm sorry baby." and then he was thrown into a endless round of darkness. His body aching and trembling over his touch no matter how many times he had touched him, it felt like his first. His unconscious body took huge breaths beneath the mask covering both his nose and mouth, it was soon time for him to eat again and Evan was going to have to do it. Though he was unconscious, his state still allowed him to swallow liquids and not choke, or when he felt food on his tongue or lips.
It was as if it was an instinct. Speaking of his mind, he was in that one scene where John was going to apologize, he has experienced that scene so many times even after forgetting it had even happened. In the middle of the dream he chooses to break character, it may seem as if it was lucid dreaming now. Before John could apologize, Jaren jumped off his lap to see what would happen if he broke it off there. As he thought, it had continued. These events different from the actual one but had to do anything in order to keep him asleep.
He had opened his mouth, that dry feeling coursing towards the tips of his tongue. The only words he had ever said were the ones he had been scripted to say. It hurt, itched, but he had to say it or else this wouldn't stop. He even thought he was dead and in heaven, replaying the only meaningful part of his life. But his most memorable and meaningful was when he had seen his dad walk out of that home of flames or the time he and John were at the lake watching the ripples their rocks made when they had thrown them.
Not him almost losing his virginity. Though it would had been memorable if it had happened. His voice scuffled him, and he indeed felt like he was clamoring with another mind as he gripped at the ends of his large white shirt. "A-Are you real?" He spoke with such equivocate, he was even unsure of his own question.
Cursing himself for stuttering, he waited on the man's reply. "Of course I am." The raspy and deep voice spoke so clearly it made Jaren flinch. He collected himself and looked up to meet eyes with the duplicate who gave him a concerned stare.
"N-No you aren't, Axel I-I keep havi-" That seem to set off something in the duplicate, his eyes darkening and teeth gritted as he glared at the smaller. "Call me daddy, baby boy." He growled seductively, icy stare breaking through every heated core Jaren had up. Melting at the intense stare, He knew he had to fight it because these were only fragments of his mind, things that he wants to hear but right now he doesn't want to hear that. He wants to hear something real, more clear, but he doesn't know what those words are.
Jaren shook his head, his feet messing with the other nervously. "No, I'm being serious Axel." Proud of himself for not stuttering, he used that small ounce of courage to stare blankly at the other to show his seriousness. John chuckled lowly, standing to his feet and taking slow steps towards the smaller. The closer he got, the smaller Jaren felt as he tried his hardest to not feel intimidated. To not take a step back. John stood tall and proud in front of the boy, at this point Jaren's voice and thoughts were betraying him more than they already had. John being so close his warm breath fanned across Jaren's hair as he took soft breaths while staring at him.
"Am I baby boy?" He smirked and voice vibrating, using the tips of his fingers to point Jaren's chin up. All the while his other hand hidden from display. Jaren was fastidious, paying attention to the action and how John refused to show his other hand. John noticed how much he stared at the area, making it his duty to make him pay attention to him and him only.
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- 2 am criminal | [ KRIIZY ]
Fanfiction"None of it was ever mine. There's only one that's truly mine right now, and I'm never going to lose that. Not again." A story about a thief and a detective.