Psycho

CHAPTER 21

"How's it taste?" The tender voice rose Colton's gaze up to innocent yet curious eyes peering down at him, a soft trace of insecurities playing at his nervous and jittery digits.

The older shrugged a weak response, holding up a shaky spoonful to his slightly quaking lips. It had only been barely an hour since the dreaded visit to the hospital. What had transpired had been all too much and way too fast for the man. It had wreaked a strong feeling within Colton, sinking him deeper and deeper.

It was a strange visit and what nagged Colton the most was the fact that he couldn't even wrap his own head around the situation. What in Christ's name could Mason have been yammering about?

Questions hammered at his brain and Colton's constant internal battles had been fully evident on his face, going unnoticed by S's deep and lasting stare. He could see through Colton's stark eyes which seemed to have grown lost in space.

"I'll be in the Kitchen, sir" S quivered slightly in his stance, longingly waiting for a conscious go-ahead from the stiff older man.

Several seconds of silence passed and he decided to make his way to the kitchen, a weight of worry tugging at his heavy feet as he departed slowly from the man. As he trudged onwards, a strange feeling of being stalked nagged at his senses.

He had decided to quickly ignore it as he scrambled through double doors. Colton's gaze quickly shifted back to his food at the boy's disappearance.

A large lump clung harshly to his already raspy throat as his eyes moved. He let out a heave of throaty breath, letting his numb hand lose its hold on the fork. It wasn't just his hand though, his entire body felt drained of energy at this point.

Managing to swallow down his stinging gullet, his eyes strained towards a clock. It was almost 7:30, he had work. Another heavy breath was released, following his exhausted ascension from his chair.

"All done" a barely loud monotone reached S's hearing followed by the creaking of the chair legs scraping against the floor and lastly, departing footsteps.

.....

Colton had managed a cold shower just minutes before dinner but he couldn't quite rid himself of the feeling of guilt and loathe contaminating his being. He shut his eyes, trying to shake off the needy feeling pricking at his groin and tugging at his full sac.

Fuck!

He ached for another one of his sessions, something to clear his mind and hopefully earn him a good night's sleep, inevitable remorse was for tomorrow. He sighed, helplessness rigidly clung to his being as he took awfully heavy strides towards his nightstand.

Guilty fingers wrapped around the third drawer, pulling and retrieving his computer. His eyes began to well up as he shuffled into a comfortable position on his bed, back firmly pressing against the headboard and belt already halfway unbuckled.

He sucked in a big one, releasing quickly as he turned on the device. As booting carried on, he reached for his trusty lube already situated by his bed. With a small click he opened the bottle before realizing the device had fully booted. The icon was already there, right on his desktop.

This was going to be a long night

......

The night seemed terribly quiet, eerily cold and sizzling hot at the same time. S's droopy eyes moved to the windows, all closed. He felt strange. He was sweating profusely but he felt so cold at the same time. Could he be coming down with something?

It wasn't long after when his temples began to throb in severe pain. He was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep anytime soon with all these feverish symptoms. Elbows reluctantly pinned down as he hoisted himself halfway up right, taking a short while to groan at the ache in his head. He then carefully but quickly rushed out of bed, immediately heading for his bedroom door with a small pout resting upon his contorted face.