Psycho

CHAPTER 36

  His back muscles contracted in visible tension, his shoulders jolted sharply and his neck cocked at the boy's direction. One could only imagine the fury soaked in his eyes. Acker sat seats away, lapping up tender sips, observing with a patient smile.

This would go well

  Colton was stiff, wide and empty eyes looming over. His Adam's Apple bobbed painfully slow, signalling S of the impending doom that would wreak loose from his tongue.

"What are you doing here?" Colton spat at the boy, disregarding his obvious trembling and tremors visibly lying in his quivering knees.

"Sir I-" his tongue immediately got caught in between his teeth, nervousness vibrating in his chest as tears threatened to fall.

"-I'm supposed to tell you ..." His voice quaked, sobs lodging in his dry throat. He tried swallowing but his gut appeared to be dryer than the Sahara. Colton instantly jerked up from his seat.

  His eyes were enflamed now and his breaths, rugged. S choked some more on his own saliva, instantly going numb just as a sturdy grip captured his wrist, the man's digits squeezing painfully.

  Colton proceeded to tug harshly, appearing to drag the boy away but only after slapping down a few bucks on the table, almost spilling the half filled smoking cup. His eyes gleamed in a bitter mix of rage and destruction. He was stomping heavily towards the exit but then his firey eyes caught sight of Acker. He headed in his direction.

As they approached the seemingly unfazed Englishman who was busily smirking against the rim of his cup, casually slurpping up the liquid, S couldn't help but munch harder on his tongue, trapping any sounds that would inevitably cause a scene.

  Colton's face hardened and a fierce look fixed on Acker. His hands still clutched tightly around the boy's wrist, visibly bruising yet he stood there, taking it all with nothing but a tight grimace contorting on his facial features.

"I don't appreciate being ambushed in public, Ack" he sneered, a throaty groan sauntering off his lips as he mindlessly threw away the boy's hand.

Thereafter he'd taken heavy steps, leaving a mark of anger everytime his foot smacked upon the wooden floors and it wasn't too long till he had disappeared through the doors.

  Acker sighed, shaking his head. His eyes then found a cowering S. He looked as though he would just crawl under the table, bawl his eyes out and maybe never come back out but Acker wouldn't let any of that. He wouldn't let his friend feel what he felt the very day the boy had began staying with him.

"Go after him"

  S froze in place, twisting his neck to Acker and giving him vacant eyes. He swallowed hard, pursing his lips at the man.

"I won't let either of you lose each other, now go" with a quick nod, the boy bolted out of the cafe.

Acker sighed once more, throwing a micro smile in the boy's direction. Almost immediately though, his gaze diverted to his cup. He grabbed a loose hold on the rim, swirling the liquid in mindless motions.

  It was the very day S had moved in; that was when it had all began. Allen had begun to act strangely towards the boy; avoiding conversations with or about him, dreading his presence and even refusing dinner as long as he was on the table.

  Later on that night, the unusualities of the day had long been forgotten. The playroom in the basement was where they'd spent the night. Tangled limbs and emanating heat embraced them as they made sweet love on the king sized bed.

  Something about that night held a passion Acker himself never knew Allen could muster. Normally with a man like Allen, BDSM would surprisingly come first and stronger bonds, after. He was always shy and somewhat questioning of overly sentimental love making and sometimes Acker hated to admit it but it he seemed like a sex addict most of the time; but that night was... Something else. Every sound he made, everytime he dug his nails in the man's sleek flesh, there was always that look of affection and endearment in his eyes. It was, without a doubt, genuine.

  The next morning had prowled a little slower than Acker could perceive. His arms grips the sheets in need, he was naked, cold and as his eyes blinked open, he soon realized he was also alone. He had been since that very night, no calls, texts. Nothing.

  He soon blinked out of his trance, staring down as tender steam danced off the surface of his beverage. He took up the cup, spilling the heat onto his tongue.

  Meanwhile, outside the cafe stood both men. Eyes glaring down at the younger of them both. Their exchange was playing out by Colton's car. It was seconds after he'd unlocked the doors to his vehicle that the boy had come running after him. Silently he stood, watching the man through liquid eyes as his gut struggled to shape words.

"Sir I love you" were the words that had introduced the silent exchange of stares in the first place. His confession.

  Colton himself couldn't say he was shocked and maybe, just maybe, he could utter the words of mutual feelings but what good would that do him? It was barely days after his ex boyfriend's funeral and he was already deep into it with another man. He couldn't let himself fall and he wasn't going to lead him on.

"I don't love you in that way" a pang rang in his chest as the words vibrated off his lips which he couldn't tell if the boy had noticed them quivering. He was going to put an end to things.

  He gulped a lumpy one, immediately back turning. His feet kicked quickly, he was running. Physically and otherwise. Avoiding the inevitable, fleeing from the mistake he was making; the mistake he was not willing to rectify.

"I'm willing to let you love me the other way then"

Colton's feet halted

  His neck craned over his shoulders and his eyes stung at the sight. His body followed in the direction, turning fully to face S. Knees rooted to the floor shoulder length apart, hands hooked behind his back and his face hanging lowly. Colton growled.

  There they were, S in a questionable position and Colton freaking out inwardly but a resting neutrality on his face.

"Get up and get in the car"