Psycho

CHAPTER 43

S smiled devilishly up at the man. His heels left the floor while his neck struggled to crane up and Colton let out a small chuckle at the boy's attempts before leaning in to let their lips meet.

  The contract left his fingers and dropped to the floor with a thud as Colton's hands circled his dainty waist. The boy breathed delicately into the kiss, melding his lips with Colton's as they both moved in symphonic sync.

Soon enough, Colton's hands began to gradually dip into curve of the boy's rear, cupping the tender flesh clad in his shorts.

The boy moaned in response, parting his lips ever so slightly and Colton was surely taking advantage as he slipped his wet tongue in; slow and consensual. The boy spread his lips more, inching as close as he could while maintaining balance on his toes.

Both of them were on cloud nine, not realizing the quickly escalating mood as Colton's thumbs curved into the waist bands of his shorts.

"S"

He broke off their kiss, burying his head in the boy's neck but not doing anything further than just whispering his name.

"My name is Simon"

A croaky and lustful whisper caused the man to momentarily jerk. His eyes were hooded with want as he fixed them on the boy's.

The world had seemed to stiffen around them. Frozen in time, they stood staring at each other. The boy's eyes were collecting tears while the man's were neutral. He probably shouldn't have said anything, he thought.

Colton smiled, "Simon"

The boy's face picked a wide grin and Colton's hands scooped him up. His legs wrapped around the man's torso while he reconnected their lips.

Ravishing movements against each other's lips left them breathless but still hungry for the feel. Colton carried him over to the bed, setting him down slowly while climbing above him. Their lips never stopped.

The boy tasted like freedom, freedom from years of guilt, pain and loneliness. Freedom from the memories of the man that killed his father. Colton was free and it was a very addictive taste.

The boy had his hands to himself the whole time, fearing that any wrong move could jinx what appeared to be the most delicate sex they had ever had.

"Touch me, boy" Colton groaned against his mouth, grabbing the boy's wrist and slipping it underneath his shirt and on his abs which instinctively tightened at the cold feel of soft fingertips.

He had been touched by the boy before, in so many ways that he couldn't even count but tonight was special. It was different.

Slowly, his fingers felt the older man's flesh, tracing lines on his skin. He would lose himself underneath him and he wouldn't mind. His skin was a tempting feel and soon enough, his second hand joined in as well.

Still connected at the lips, the man's crouch began to press down on the boy's. S gasped and Colton inwardly smirked.

Colton momentarily pull away long enough to slip the boy's shirt over his head and then, off went his and he was in such to rush to rejoin their mouths again.

Slowly, Colton's lips began to trail towards his chest, dropping light kisses on his way there. His tongue, his teeth, they marked and ravished the boy like he was his last supper.

The boy moaned as Colton's lips pressed down on his nipple with a tender peck. Again and again, he kisses the pinkish beads that had now grown hard. Suddenly, his tongue glided over the bud.

The boy gasped and Colton's hand went up to grasp his neck, harmlessly. Colton then bit him, letting his desires rid his mind of the outside world for there was no longer another world. His own reality was the boy beneath him.

"Do you love me?"

Colton immediately slowed his pace before eventually letting go of the reddened bead from between his teeth.

"Do you love me, sir?"

Colton leaned up and moved to lay next to him on his side while propping himself with his elbow. The boy's eyes were unmatched with Colton's as they held doubt and uncertainty while the man's were rather just a pair of dilated irises. He look like he was swimming in euphoria.

Colton's pointer finger traced a single line from the boy's jaw down to the crack of his lips, still staring with irises like a stoner. He then withdrew his finger.

"Simon" Colton kept his cool as he observed the boy still hopefully looking up at him."I do love you. I love everything about you"

The boy smiled. That was all he needed to hear. He was thrilled beyond bounds at the man's confession; he had just won his heart and that was all that mattered to him.

After the long wait of suffering and eating pills, Colton had finally said the words and he wasn't done.

"I love your lips, your eyes; the feeling I get when you touch me" His eyes were shimmering as he hammered on. "But more importantly, I love how you make me forget about everything and everyone else when I'm around you"

With a wide grin, he silently rolled up to sit on the edge of the bed. Colton was curious as he stared at him, watching when he stood up from the bed. Just then, something caught his eyes; it was peeking at the waist line of the back of his shorts.

"Jesus Christ! Simon" he attempted to reach for the boy but it was too late for that. He was already jolted up to his feet and was now turned to him.

"Stay fucking still" S had a gun. It was right in his hands and it was aiming at Colton. His lips twisted into a crooked smirk.

Colton's lips shivered and twitched just like the beating drums that were now playing in his chest.

"My work here is finally done" he cocked the pistol and Colton nearly sprang up in anxiety. The boy chuckled smugly before heaving a light sigh."Well almost".

"Simon please stop" His hands were up in sloppy surrender as he was calmly speaking as though the cracks in his voice were going unnoticed.

Tremors spiked down his veins as blood rushed with his heart abusing his ribcage. What was he doing with a gun?!

"Hey, don't call me that" the boy put his trigger finger in position, almost hunching in laughter at how blood instantly rushed to the man's face. All that was needed now was a little bit more pressure and the red would freely spill from his insides, he thought.

"Hm, it'll be nice to frame the maid for your murder. I never liked that damn whore anyway" the boy shook his head at the thought of the annoyingly slutty redhead."Coming to reap where she didn't sow" he muttered.

"Now..." Colton was shaking on the bed, doing his best not to provoke the armed boy.

"W..why are you doing this?" He had no other words in his brain. He was beyond frightened and his mind couldn't even comprehend the situation talk less of coming up with a quick solution.

"Easy, I was made to" the boy's face stiffened. "To serve, to obey and to please".

"Please don't kill me" Colton, for the first time in a while, had tears in his eyes as his lips reeked of pleas. His heart would soon bolt out of his chest and the boy was enjoying the show; watching him suffer.

"Too bad, he genuinely loves you" the upper corner of his lip tugged up. "Well, used too".The trigger was pulled and the gunshot blared. Following, was a haggard groan.

It was finally all over and now, he needed to flee; just like with the Orphanage.

Well this is the bullshit end you have all been waiting for but have no fear, there is an epilogue coming up later on and only after I publish that will I give a date to expect a sequel so you can guess in the comment section what you think is going on or.... just wait and find out.