Kadyriath (kadyriath) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-25 16:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | everrett mac, kadyriath |
i didn't mean to hurt you, i'm sorry that i made you cry. . .
Who: Everrett Mac and Ky Janes
Where: Everrett's loft in Camden
When: [Backdated] 24 April 2008, early evening
What: An educational experience including wank mags, and a nightmare to follow
Rating:NC-17 - pornographic magazines, hand jobs, nightmare sequence, innuendo, angst, and suggestion of experimentation on a 'human'
Status: Closed; Complete
Buying the magazines had seemed easy enough. The guy behind the counter had seemed surprised at what Ky laid on the counter, but rang them up with a knowing smirk, as though he felt the boy was too young for the magazines but remembered when he'd bought his first when he was too young too. It was a quick exchange and now Attitude, Playguy, and another magazine with two men kissing on the front were under his arm in a plastic bag as he made the walk to Everrett's flat.
He knew they didn't discuss when they'd look at them, but he was just really excited to learn more and that Everrett wanted to learn with him, and so he figured seeing them first with Everrett was the best. He wasn't even sure what exactly the magazines were really, or what 'pornographic' meant but he'd been too shy to ask the other boy about it. And well, Everrett hadn't said anything against it so it couldn't be bad.
Cluthcing the bag to his chest, he waited for the walk signal as he darted across the street, steps bouncing and quicker the closer to Everrett's flat he got. Heading up the stairs, Ky knocked softly, toe tapping slightly on the floor as he waited for the other boy, hoping he'd be home.
Everrett twisted around on his couch and nearly dropped his game controller in the bowl of cereal he had in his lap, precariously wedged between his thighs. The spoon made a clattering noise as it fell to the floor and he swore softly under his breath, placing the bowl down on the coffee table and wiping his damp hand against the knee of his jeans. "Coming!" he shouted, clambering to his feet and wading through the mess of cables that stretched from his television set to the couch. He'd been home from work for a couple of hours and had considered calling Ara, finally cutting the silence he and his twin had wound between each other. It looked like she had beaten him to it.
He ran his hands quickly through his hair before ascending down the stairs at the end of his loft that led to the front door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Ky on the other side. He didn't even have enough time to feel guilty about the fact that all thoughts of Ara rapidly disappeared.
"Hi," he said with a wide grin, wiping some milk off of the tip of his nose.
Ky grinned easily, leaning up to press a kiss to Everrett's cheek, an impulsive move that he couldn't even stop if he thought of it. "Hi," he murmured back, bag rustling as he shifted, the magazines partly visible through the clear plastic of the bag against his chest.
"Are you busy?" he asked softly, head cocking as he glanced down at the boy.
"Um, no, actually," Everrett said with a rueful grin, scratching the back of his head. Some strands of hair came loose from the ponytail he wore, little blond wisps falling around his cheeks and giving the sharper angles of his face a softer look. "Just busy being lazy." Ky's kiss burned pleasantly against his skin and he was sad to feel it fade as he took a few steps back up the wooden stairwell, reaching out for Ky's hand and tugging him inside. He ducked under the landing, pulling Ky up with him into his loft proper.
"What've you got?" he asked curiously, unable to help himself. His eyes lingered on the plastic bag and he tried not to squint too obviously - it could have been books from the library, but the colours that he could just see through the plastic looked too bold. His cheeks pinked slightly as he remembered their conversation earlier that week. "Do you want something to drink? I just bought some ice cream if you want some."
The joy the statement brought to Ky's face was obvious, and his skin tingled where Everrett's fingers gripped his. He followed after, part of him wishing he could push those wisps of hair back, but the other part liking how Everrett looked with them falling on his face.
"Oh ice cream sounds good. And um, maybe water?" He asked. He didn't realize how dry his throat was until just then. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet again as he pulled the magazines out of the bag. "Um, I have those magazines I said I'd buy. . . if you want to still look at them with me. We don't have to do it now, if you don't want. But, sometime soon?" His curiosity was to great to hold off for very long.
Everrett paused halfway to the kitchen, his hand now seperated from Ky's, and spun around slowly on the heel of his foot. He'd been expecting it, but now that it was confirmed - that they were in possession of what his housemates in Hogwarts liked to call "wank mags" - his heart did a little dance all the way to his throat, before dropping down to his stomach in unexplainable dread. They were both mature adults. Sort of. They could handle looking at them. For educational purposes.
"Great!" he said with a strained smile, his cheeks still pink. "I'll um, get the ice cream." He reached into his fridge and handed Ky a bottle of water before pulling out the ice box and a large bucket of strawberry cheesecake flavoured Haagen-Dazs. It landed on his kitchen counter with a dull thud and he raked about in the nearby drawers for a couple of spoons. "Which ones did you get?" he asked, anticipation making his voice shake a little. He tried not to look at the plastic bag again, his gaze concentrating on his own hands as he attempted to get the lid off of the ice cream with two spoons curled in his fist.
The magazines slipped back into the bag with a rustle of plastic as Ky watched Everrett. He couldn't read the strain in the smile, but the shaking of his voice was clear. Chewing his bottom lip, he wondered if he'd done something wrong again but kept from voicing it. Maybe it was just something like at the planetarium, where it was something else that caused it and not him. He moved a little closer, fingers slipping over the container of ice cream and pulling it from the other boy, carefully prying the top off before pushing it back. His eyes stayed on the counter instead of flitting back up to Everrett's face as he kept rocking slightly on his feet.
"I got the two that guy suggested to me. . . Attitude and Playguy, and one called, um Stroke. I wasn't sure which ones to get but some of them had interesting titles." He spoke slowly and softly, drawing his finger through the ice cream melting on the lid of the container and then sucking it from his finger, an innocent gesture.
Everrett couldn't help but watch Ky then, his eyes following the tip of his finger as it disappeared and reappeared once again. He cleared his throat, holding a spoon out to the other boy. "And you were able to get them okay?" he asked, morbidly curious about the whole thing. He watched the plastic ruffle and wished to reach forward and pull them all out and relieve his fascination.
Picking up the tub of ice cream, he nodded toward the living room area, gesturing for Ky to follow him as he sat down on the couch that wasn't covered in gaming equipment.
"Thank you," Ky said softly, taking the spoon in his free hand, bag and water clutched in the other. "Yeah. The guy at the counter kind of stared and smiled when I brought them up. It looked like there was something more he wanted to say or something, but he didn't." He shrugged slightly, plopping down on the couch. His legs seemed too long for it, knees sticking up as he set the magazines down on his lap.
"So do you want to look at them now?" He asked softly. "Or do you want to wait until later?"
Everrett stared at Ky for a long moment with his spoon stuck upside-down in his mouth, his lips sucking around the traces of ice cream he'd just scooped into it seconds ago. "Oh, we can look at them now," he said with wide eyes, wondering if that sounded too desperate. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about, though. He remembered the boys in his dorm passing about some magazine with lots of pictures of naked women in it and it had never really appealed to him. It had just made him feel horribly uncomfortable. He wanted to know if the gay magazines would make him feel the same.
He held out the bucket of ice cream to Ky, his eyes still wide, spoon still stuck between his lips.
Ky grinned widely, murmuring a quick 'okay' before pulling the three magazines out. Slipping the wrapping off, he held the three in his lap. One looked slightly tame, more full of articles than just pictures. Then there were two others, one with two men engaged in a rather steamy kiss and the other with a man rather scantily clad. "Which one do you want to start with?" He asked, dipping his spoon into the ice cream.
"Bloody hell," Everrett breathed, looking down at the magazines. The spoon promptly fell from his mouth and he had to scramble to catch it, wincing as he pressed the damp end to his t-shirt. "He's cute," he said without much thought, picking up the issue of Playguy and squinting down at the cover. The guy there looked no older than mid-twenties and, instead of being all scarily-muscled and buffed-up, he was slender and boyish with a toned stomach and upper arms but soft skin and dark, pretty features.
"It was hard to choose," Ky said softly, holding the other two in his lap. On the front of the one was a rather skinny boy on a bike, dark features and smiling at the camera. He picked up Stroke, a blond and a brunette haired boy wrapped around each other. His fingers stroked over the two of them slightly, the long line of the blonde boy's back and yet he couldn't help but glance at Everrett, wondering how he looked. "There's a lot of cute boys on the covers of these. Though some were really scary."
Everrett couldn't help but grin, picking up his spoon again and using it to hide his mouth a bit. He felt like they were constructing a plan to steal cookies from a jar. "I'm glad you picked these," he said, scooting closer and looking down over Ky's lap where he held the magazine with the boys kissing. He liked his comic book heroes, but he wasn't attracted to the conventional ones. He liked the outsiders - the Peter Parkers.
"He looks like you," he said, pointing to the boy on the bike and scooping up some more ice cream.
"A little bit," Ky responded easily, giving the other boy a smile. "I'm glad you like them though. I really didn't know what I was doing." Taking some more ice cream himself, his spoon disappeared between his lips and stayed there as he switched to the other one, flicking it open, past adverts and to the table of contents, eyes flickering over it before he pulled the spoon out.
"There were some with guys with really big muscles," he said, nose crinkling up. "I didn't think they were so cute. But these ones--they're more like us."
On impulse, Everrett leaned forward and quickly stole a kiss from Ky's lips, tasting ice cream there and grinning for a moment as he let it linger, pressing into it a bit more firmly before pulling away with red cheeks and bright eyes. "I like skinny arms and legs," he said shyly, glancing down at the other boy's legs, then the magazine. He couldn't help but think of sitting on the carpeted floor in the planetarium with Ky's legs wrapped around his waist. It'd felt so fitting.
The kiss caught Ky by surprise initially, but he smiled into it too, their lips curling upwards together. "Mm," he whispered as he licked his lips, tasting Everrett on top of the ice cream. "Me too." He added after a moment, lips still tingling even as he shifted slightly, his legs one of the things he disliked about himself. He thought his knees looked too weird, like overly bendy and that they were too long for the rest of his body. The one magazine slipped closed in his lap before as he looked at the one kissing. For some reason, he felt the ones with pictures were better to read together. It was harder to read something with someone else. "So, should we look at one of these two," he asked, pointing to the one Everrett held to the one with the two boys on the cover.
Everrett looked from one magazine cover to the next. Obviously, the one in Ky's hands was a little bit more hardcore than the one he himself was holding. He had no idea what would be better - to bite the bullet and look at the pornographic one, or to ease them in gently and look at the one that was just filled with scantily-clad boyband-type men.
"Let's look at yours," he said, wondering if he was going to regret it as he put the other magazine down on the coffee table and settled more comfortably next to the other boy, his legs curling up behind him and the tub of ice cream sitting between their laps.
Ky nodded slightly, slipping the other magazine down on the cushion on his other side. There was an odd thrill, a feeling of anticipation buzzing through him, a feeling that hadn't come with the prospect of looking at the magazines alone. He gaze a sideways glance over to Everrett before he opened the mag in his hands.
There were smaller pictures, some obscure close-ups of some body part or another with page numbers in the corners of each one, and Ky turned the page until they reached two pictures facing across from one another. On one side, the boys from the front were together, though both were missing their shirts now, and dark-haired boy's jeans hung open. The blond had his lips on the darker boy's neck, his hand slipped down the back boy's open jeans. The brunette had his head tilted back, lips parted and eyes closed, fingers clenched in blond hair.
Everrett flushed darkly and there was that familiar ache between his legs, the feeling that made him want to cross them or press up against the other boy's side. He didn't - he wasn't some horny teenager, after all. He'd grown past that stage and he had to be looking at these maturely, for the sake of Ky's education. And, well, his own.
Jabbing the spoon lazily into the ice cream, just for something to do with his hands, he made a small humming 'hm' in the back of his throat. At least there weren't any cocks hanging out yet. This was pretty tame and he could handle that. "That looks... yeah."
The thrum of anticipation started turning into something else and Ky squirmed slightly in his seat, shoulder pressing against Everrett's. Idly, he move to stick his own spoon in the ice cream, missing the first time because his eyes were eagerly taking in the pictures in the magazine. Finally he got some of the tasty treat on his spoon and lifted it to his mouth, amazingly not dropping any.
Ky just nodded slightly. The kissing had been something the two of them had done, but it had been with clothes fully on, and hands only delved under shirts. Giving Everrett a quick glance, he turned the page. It was like a progression of the men, now the darker boy having the blond pushed against a wall, both of the boy's having their jeans shoved down to their thighs, though neither of their cocks were visible on that page. Just hand splayed on hips and ones over the other's shoulders as they kissed again. He didn't even bother to look at the couple on the opposite pages from the boys from the cover. "Oh. . ."
Everrett flushed scarlet and dropped his spoon into the tub of ice cream so that he could push his fingers up underneath his glasses and hide his eyes for a moment. The coldness from the dessert lingered on his fingers and it was a welcome feeling, cooling down his face a little bit and calming him. Squirming a little bit, he couldn't help but look between his fingers at the pages, morbidly curious, his mind telling him that it was an educational experience but his jeans telling him there was something more to it.
Without thought, he let his free hand drop behind Ky's head on the couch, his fingers idly playing with the hair on the back of the other boy's neck. "So... okay. They're just making out and stuff, that's okay..."
"Uh-huh," Ky whispered softly, though his eyes were wide and his face began to flush gradually not from embarrassment, but for the growing heat crawling across his skin. He shivered at the slightest brush of cold fingers against his skin, head leaning back slightly into the touch, that pleasant and tingly feeling he felt after kissing Everrett starting.
He lifted his spoon to his mouth again as he turned the page, ice cream dribbling slightly down his chin and mouth hanging open slightly at what he saw there. The boys were now completely naked, the dark-haired boy having his fist wrapped around the blond's erection, while the blond had one hand fisted in dark hair and the other clutching at the other's hip. The tingling heat that had slowly been starting came all in a rush then and Ky shifted slightly.
Everrett winced slightly once his hand was gone from his face - in a way he felt an odd sense of shame for looking at all of this, for no explainable reason. But the excitement was still there, the curiousity even more so. His eyes lingered on their faces instead of their crotches and he tightened his fingers slightly in Ky's hair. "Are you learning anything?" he asked tentatively, fingering the edge of the ice cream tub for a moment before leaning across to the coffee table and setting it down, along with his spoon. "Or would you like me to um, talk a bit?" He didn't realise how close he'd become; he was practically talking in Ky's ear, his breathing slightly laboured against the other's neck.
Ky's eyes fluttered, threatening to close. Just the warm feel of Everrett so close was making his jeans even tighter. He bit his lip, tongue flicking out briefly to try and get some of the dripped ice cream. Working to keep his eyes on the picture, his fingers were tightly gripping the glossy edge of the magazine, his spoon curled in the other. The blond in the picture seemed to be really enjoying himself, and the thought he had in the planetarium of what it would feel like to take Everrett in his hand as he took himself came to mind. "Can you, um, talk?" he asked softly, voice darker on the edges as he squirmed slightly again. He wanted to know what Everrett thought, or what he knew about the image they were seeing.
"Okay," Everrett murmured cautiously, unsure of what to say. His fingers sifted through Ky's hair gently, and it was an almost calming feeling. It stopped the shaking in them. "Well... he's um." He pointed to the dark-haired boy. "He's mas-... well, he's giving that guy a handjob." His voice trailed off at the end and he squirmed, unaccountably embarrassed about the whole thing. It wasn't like he was an expert, after all. "It's basically what guys do to themselves to, well, achieve orgasm - only... they're, well. They're helping each other out. In a way. Yeah."
Oh, that sounded completely ridiculous. He smiled tightly, shifting a bit and lifting the magazine off of Ky's lap so that he could tentatively drape a leg over the other boy's knees before putting the glossy pages back down, across the bend of his own knee.
"So," Ky began softly, glancing at Everrett through his eyelashes and chewing his lips. "So it's like what you can do for yourself. . . but for the other person." Each word was slowly enunciated, as though not really a question, but more his attempt to affirm what he was learning. Letting his spoon drop onto the coffee table, he shifted slightly when Everrett's leg hooked over his lap.
His hands fell onto the boy's leg rather than returning to the magazine. One splayed over the fabric on Everrett's thigh, not terribly far up but enough to keep from disturbing the magazine, and the other trailed up and down Everrett's shin. "Have you--have you ever tried it, um, like that?"
"I've only ever done it to myself," Everrett admitted quietly, which, after second thoughts, seemed rather obvious. His face felt too hot and his glasses were sliding uncomfortably down his nose, fogging up around the rims and obscuring his vision. He remembered the other boy had told him he'd been 'practicing'. That thought alone made him squirm a bit more, wedging himself more firmly against Ky's lap.
"Me too," Ky murmured, though it was likely just as obvious. His attention was off the magazine now, his eyes focused on Everrett's face. His hand lifted from the boy's shin, pushing up his glasses and brushing back a few of those stray bits of hair. Meanwhile, the hand on Everrett's thigh slid a bit higher, moving to his hip, Ky's fingers curling around to keep Everrett that close. His brow furrowed slightly, swallowing hard as he kept his eyes on the blond, trying to read his expression. "Do you want to--do you want--want to try?" His voice was incredibly soft that time, unsure and worried about saying the wrong thing.
Everrett bit down on his immediate reply of 'hell, yes', and smiled shyly instead, bending his knee a bit to get a better position on Ky's lap. He remembered being back in the planetarium with his hand pushed between them, his fingers pressing over Ky's erection through his trousers and rubbing him until he came. He wanted that again, but more. He just had to stop the trembling in his fingers first.
Leaning in, and with his fingers still curled in the hair at the nape of Ky's neck, Everrett pressed their lips together again and heard the magazine fall to the floor as he moved to slide a hand between them, tentatively cupping Ky through his jeans.
Ky smiled back, that anticipatory feeling mixing with the heat in his stomach now. All he could think about was how it felt pressing and rocking together under the "stars" and he wanted to know how this would feel, if it would be different, if it would be better. His racing mind was soon stopped though as Everrett's lips pressed to his own.
Ky parted his lips under the other's, slightly sticky from the ice cream that he could taste on Everrett's own tongue. He let out a soft groan, fingers tightening on the other boy's hip as the heat from Everrett's hand radiated through his clothes, the pressure something he rocked up to slightly. His one hand carefully moved up, elbow jutting out at a somewhat awkward angle as he matched Everrett's action, palm pressing up against the other boy's crotch.
Everrett mumbled the other boy's name against his lips before he pressed their tongues together, tilting his head and turning it into something deeper, the kind of kisses they were now well-practised in. His fingers fumbled over the ridge of Ky's erection, pressing the heel of his palm down against it once more before he finally let go of the darker boy's hair and used both hands to grip clumsily at Ky's belt, fiddling with the buckle to get it open. All the while he was unable to stop the shaking in his movements, the built-up frustration and energy and nervousness bundling up into one.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he muttered breathily against Ky's lips, breaking the kiss for a moment to see what he was doing. He had the belt half-open but he couldn't get the little metal thing out of its hole. He had to bend his head slightly and do a bit of yanking before it finally fell free.
Ky moaned again, the sound harsher, almost needier. The kiss was easy to fall into, something almost second nature to them now, exploring each other's mouths with ease and the excitement that never waned between them. Fumbling with just one hand, still cocked at a slightly awkward angle, he tried to get Everrett's belt undone as well but was finding it hard to do, not wanting to use a second hand because he was unsure how to get around the other boy's arms between them.
Abandoning the task for a moment, his hand shifted back down to the other boy's erection, tracing the line of it with his palm before nodding. "Yes. Very," he said a bit breathless, eyes dark as he watched the boy wrench his belt free. "Are you?"
Everrett nodded quickly. "Uh huh." So maybe the whole 'horny teenager' thing rang true, just a little. He'd missed out on all of that, and while he was reluctant to catch up now for the sake of his supposedly adult dignity, he found it hard not to. "Tell me if it feels like I'm doing it wrong," he added quietly, the sound of his voice contrasting the fumbling, almost desperate movement of his hands.
Once Ky's belt was open, he snapped open the button on his jeans and zipped down the fly, flushing furiously when he remembered that Ky didn't really like to wear underwear. Forcing himself to look away for a moment thinking it would make him feel less embarrassed, he pressed his forehead to Ky's shoulder and let the tips of his fingers graze the slightly damp and very hot head of his cock, before wrapping his fist around it loosely, experimentally, measuring it against the memories of his own.
"'Kay," came the softly murmured reply, Ky's hand sliding to Everrett's thigh, giving up on trying to get the other boy's pants open. After all, the picture showed just the one man doing it. Maybe it was just the sort of thing that could be done one at a time, and he was eager not only to see what Everrett's hand felt like on him, but how his hand would feel on Everrett.
As those fingers brushed over the head of his cock, Ky shivered and let out a sound that was closest to a whimper before he bit down hard on his bottom lip. He hadn't really touched there, and having Everrett do it was like a pleasant shock to his system. He made that soft noise in the back of his throat again, fingers splaying up slightly under the hem of the other boy's shirt.
Everrett closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers a little tighter, pushing them down Ky's cock then back up again, his thumb tentatively rubbing at the head. He tried to think of it as his own, like he was doing this to himself and he knew what he was doing. Ky's erection felt different than his own, though - it was slightly different in size and width, so he couldn't imagine it as his own and that made his fingers tremble even harder.
"Is this okay?" he whispered against Ky's neck. His glasses were pressed uncomfortably up against his face but he couldn't quite bring himself to look up yet. He was sure his skin was the same colour as a cherry's.
Ky's teeth were still dug deep into his bottom lip, moans coming out as soft stunted noises in the back of his throat, his toes curling slightly with each brush of the boy's thumb right there. It felt like when he did this to himself but different. The grip wasn't the same, and the feel of it being Everrett's skin against his own was so much better than the feel of his own skin there. He rocked up just slightly, fingers tightening on Everrett's thigh to steady him and keep him there, the other hand slipping slightly higher under the boy's shirt, touching smooth, soft skin.
And then there was the question and he was fairly sure that forming words was absolutely out of the question. When his lips first parted, all there was was a deep moan, his cheeks flushed. "Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, the words clipped and quick and all he could manage before his teeth were biting against his lip again, eyes closed.
In all honesty, Everrett didn't mind the moaning - not one bit. Not at all. Carefully, he used his free hand to pull his glasses off and chucked them onto the coffee table before twisting around and pressing their foreheads together, his eyes closed. His fingers moved with building confidence over hard flesh and he rotated his thumb over the head again and again, feeling it get damper and stickier the more he done it and, instead of being freaked out by that, liking it even more so.
He had no idea where he'd last left his wand but he wished it was nearby - he'd been working on those vision-correction charms for a while now and had finally managed to get up to twenty minutes of seeing clearly. Granted, it gave him a bit of a headache, but it was better than contacts and sticking his fingers in his eyes...
There was something about skin on skin that made it so much hotter and the feelings more raw. Ky couldn't keep the moans in now, soft noises that gradually grew louder with each passing of the other's fist. He panted between them, their breath mixing and his eyelids fluttering against his cheeks as his whole body began to stiffen.
He couldn't hold back, couldn't stop the boiling fever pitch his body had reached, the tightness that had coiled with in him and just had to be released. He cried out harshly, a foreign string of words that could have been curses or just nonsense before he came, crying out Everrett's name softly.
Everrett groaned. Hearing Ky talk like that, even if it was things he didn't understand, it was... well, he couldn't quite explain what it was, but it made him feel good. Like he'd done something right. He felt Ky spill over his fingers and that, too, was different and strange but nice. Not to mention the fact that it sort of stopped the other boy from messing up his clothes.
"Are you okay?" he asked, not realising how much he'd asked that question in the space of a couple of minutes.
At first, all Ky could do was nod as his body worked on coming back down. Trailing tingles still moved down his spine and it was nice and right, everything that had just happened--he was sure of it. He tilted his head to press a soft kiss to Everrett's lips. "So very much more than okay," he whispered softly, giving a wide yet slightly lazy grin, looking quite content.
He leaned back against the couch, looking almost boneless even as his hands moved toward the fastenings on Everrett's jeans, tugging on the boy's belt again with shaky fingers before finally managing to get it free.
"You're really nice-looking," Everrett blurted, pulling his hand slowly from Ky's trousers and rubbing his fingers together experimentally. His stomach quivered under the other boy's touch but he did not shy away from him. "I mean... you're better looking than any of the boys in those magazines." God, he might have been able to touch the other boy with something close to confidence, but he sure as hell couldn't talk to him like a normal human being.
He squinted a little bit, trying to see Ky clearly and just making out the expression on his face.
Confidence or not, the words made Ky absolutely beam, his eyes crinkling slightly. He liked the fact that Everrett wasn't practiced at this, because it put them on the same level and it was really adorable. "You're better look than any of the boys in the magazine too," he said softly, just as his fingers managed to pop the button to Everrett's jeans open, the zipper slowly sliding down.
His eyes drifted from Everrett's face down to where his hands were. He pushed aside the blond's underwear, fingers gently wrapping around the base of the boy's erection before sliding up. He paused on the upstroke, trying to mimic Everrett by sweeping his thumb over the tip. "Let me know if it's okay," he murmured.
Everrett really wished he hadn't worn his Batman boxers today, but he had no time to think about that or say much of anything as Ky's fingers literally went straight for the kill and started stroking him off. "Oh - um... yeah," he whispered, then was unable to round the sentence to any sort of conclusion as Ky's thumb brushed right over the sensitive head of his cock. He moaned, arching himself up a bit and feeling his knee press against the other side of Ky's hip until he was practically straddling the other boy. His hair fell forward onto Ky's face, creating a light blond curtain over both of their eyes.
Ky smiled, hearing Everrett moan and feeling him push closer making butterflies in his stomach because he was making Everrett feel good. On the next pump up with his fist, he brushed his palm over the head, getting his palm slightly more damp before he resumed his movements. His elbow jutted out as his hand worked up and down Everrett's length, sporadically brushing his thumb out over the head. Biting his lip in concentration, he closed his eyes, feeling blond hair brush his cheeks and catch on his eye lashes. It felt so different to be doing this on someone other than himself, the feel of it in his palm altogether different and foreign. But it was a good kind of different, and he was fairly sure he wanted it to be something he'd get to know a lot better.
Muttering the darker boy's name, Everrett placed both hands on Ky's chest, forgetting one was still wet with his earlier climax, and pressed his palms up against the material so that it would slid up his stomach and reveal some of that pale skin. Not that he could see any of it, of course, but he'd be able to feel. When he did, his palms felt like they were burning from the heat of it, slowly rising up and down with the heave of each breath the other boy took.
His forehead slipped from Ky's and he felt his nose brush up against his cheek. He didn't kiss Ky, despite their proximity - there was something about the way that their breath was shared so close together that made him want to hold his lips still, barely grazing the other boy's.
Shivering slightly, Ky's stomach tensed and trembled under the touch. Everrett's hand's felt so hot against his skin and he wished he could feel more of it, not even caring at the damp palm print now on his shirt, just focused on the boy he practically had in his lap.
Ky's free arm wrapped around Everrett's waist, tugging him a bit closer, his hand speeding up as his fingers tightened around the hard flesh in his hands, wanting Everrett to come, wanting to feel it and hear it in the shorter boy's voice, for him to know that he did the exact same thing to Ky.
Everrett didn't even have enough to feel embarrassed about the noises Ky's palm made around his cock, or the noises coming from his own mouth that were just getting more incoherent and breathy with every second. His body was tensing and the heat pooled right to the base of his stomach, curling at his spine and circulating all of the way to the tip of his cock. He came with a muffled whimper against Ky's jaw, his hair a mess in front of his face and slightly damp from from where he had pressed a couple of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against Ky's cheek and neck.
He pushed his hands all of the way up Ky's shirt until his fingertips poked out from the collar, his body slumping forward slightly against the other boy's.
This time, when Everrett came, it was so much more--well, more. He could think of the right word for it but not only could he hear it, but he could feel it. And it felt like his but it didn't affect him the same. It made him giddier and happier that he'd been able to cause this in the blond, and that he could feel it and see it and hear it. Kissing Everrett's temple, his hand slowed before stilling altogether.
His skin burned in the wake of Everrett's hand and his stomach clenched at the bit of cool air that hit bare skin. His free hand, the dry hand, lifted to gently brush through light hair, trying to get it out of the other boy's eyes.
"Ky," Everrett whispered softly, lazily, his hands sliding gently over the other boy's chest and stomach, moving up and down in an almost soothing way - for both of them. Each time they done something like this it just kept getting better. He never thought he'd be able to progress like this with someone else, this quickly and easily. And, well, messily, too. But that was a given.
"That was just... something we need to um. Do again." He laughed shyly, looking around and trying to remember where his glasses had landed.
While muscles tensed and jumped beneath Everrett's hands at first, now Ky relaxed under him. Every new thing he learned with the other boy was just so, so good. And he couldn't help but think of how fantastic this was and yet they had only gotten a few pages in on the magazine. He wondered if this was the extent of the sex stuff or if there was more, but figured there was time enough to find out.
Ky giggled softly, nodding in agreement as he slowly pulled his hand out of Everrett's pants, unsure what to do with it really. "Definitely. I liked it. A lot."
Everrett brushed his fingers over Ky's torso and smile shyly, gently pulling his t-shirt back down so that he wouldn't get cold when Everrett rolled off of him. It was an awkward movement an his limbs felt too thin and gangly, despite his height. He groped around on the coffee table for his glasses before leaning back with them on and tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans. What was the normal thing to do and say after something like that? A 'thanks for the hand, would you like a cup of tea' kind of thing?
He grinned shyly, offering the other boy a helpless sort of sideglance.
Ky smiled back, looking down at the dark stain on one side of his t-shirt, and chewing lightly on his lip, he wiped his own hand there before fixing himself back up, fumbling slightly with his belt before watching as Everrett got his glasses back and his smile grew just a bit.
Maybe the moment should have been really awkward, but Ky didn't know that's how it worked. "I think the ice cream's melted," he said after a moment, eyes twinkling.
Everrett stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at the other boy with wide, curious eyes before snorting and laughing out loud, a gesture he really only saved for his sister and the few friends that he had. He shoved Ky's arm playfully with his shoulder and sat up, picking up the ice cream and wrinkling his nose as he looked down at it. "You're right," he mumbled, groaning as he got to his feet to put it back in the freezer.
Ky wound up joining in on the laughter, which was an altogether really good feeling in itself. He slowly pushed himself to his feet with his own light groan before stooping to pick up the three magazines and put them back in the plastic bag, leaving it on the floor by the couch. Then after grabbing the spoons, he followed after Everrett.
Everrett shoved the lid back on the ice cream tub before throwing it back into the ice box, leaning back against the fridge-freezer door once it was closed. He had a vague sense of deja vu, but the feeling only brought about more fluttering sensations in the pit of his stomach - Ky pressed up against him, his nose buried against the juncture of neck and shoulder.
"You can borrow one of my t-shirts, if you want."
Ky set the spoons in the sink, glancing down at his shirt. He almost wanted to say that it was alright, that he didn't mind it. But he could wear one of Everrett's shirts, and it would smell like him and that was an appealing thought. He gave the boy a shy smile and a shrug.
"I'd like that, um, if you don't mind."
Unfortunately, Everrett didn't have anything that didn't have a slogan on it - none of his t-shirts were plain except for the white one that he was currently wearing. He started walking toward his bedroom area at the other side of the loft when he had a second-thought. "You can have this one," he said, peeling the white shirt off over his head and shyly crossing his arms across his chest after it was handed over. "Everything else I have has computer symbols and slogans and other stuff on it..."
He walked backward toward his dresser, arms still crossed over his thin chest.
The shirt dangled from Ky's hand, his attention more focused on how Everrett looked without his shirt. It was so much better than those boys in those magazines, and especially better than those scary guys with muscles on the others. He couldn't help but just stare for several moments, eyes roaming over Everrett's torso.
"You're lovely," he finally murmured, voice slightly awed. He had expected the other boy to be but for some reason actually seeing him just made him way more lovely than Ky ever could have dreamed.
Everrett flushed and siddled closer to his dresser so that he could quickly pull out a drawer and whip out the first t-shirt he found. It dangled from his hand and swayed back and forth, his arms still crossed across the top of his chest in attempt to gather what little modesty he had left.
"Oh... please," he muttered shyly, shaking his head, his brow wrinkling in embarrasment. "I'm... twig-like." He laughed breathily, finally uncrossing his arms and fiddling with the hem of the shirt so that he could put it on. He was thin, but there were tiny signs of definition on the tops of his arms and chest, thin muscle under skin that gave him a teenage-boyish quality.
Ky had moved closer, fingers twitching around the white fabric, wanting to reach out and touch the boy. "No, you're not." He bit his lip, carefully reaching out, his fingers brushing the back of Everrett's shoulder almost in a barely-there gesture before dropping his hand again. "Well, a little bit. But I like it. It's right." He paused again. "It's natural," he murmured.
He wished the other boy would drop his arms, for him to actually be able to look and study. He was sure he could stare at the other boy all day, the smooth pale skin that had to be soft.
Everrett laughed a little bit at that and his arms finally dropped to his sides before waving in the air a little bit. "Natural," he said, mocking himself. "Well, twigs are, I suppose." He lifted the shirt up over his head and blew some hair out of his face before struggling to find the holes for his arms. It was so much more difficult with someone else watching.
"At least you're a bit taller," he said, getting each arm through, one at a time. "The skinniness evens itself out."
There was a flash of something on Ky's face, a glimmer of hurt that was quick to disappear. "I still think you're lovely," he murmured, stepping back some before pulling his own shirt over his head, letting it pool to his feet.
"I'm not good looking really. I'm too--" his nose scrunched as he held the other shirt in his hand, no show of modesty, "--bendy. And I don't know, bony."
Everrett caught that little flash of emotion and he immediately stepped forward, tugging the t-shirt from Ky's hands before he could put it on. They'd seen each other like this before, back in Mathwall, but that had been different - it'd been dark and they hadn't, after all, been sticking their hands down each other's jeans. "No you're not," he said firmly, pressing a hand against Ky's stomach. He could practically count every rib underneath his palm but he didn't care, he liked it. He bet when they were both pressed together he'd be able to feel Ky's bones on his own. Angles against angles, barely anything between their hearts.
Ky didn't try to take the shirt back, letting his hands stay down at his sides as he stared at where Everrett's fingers splayed across the skin. There were both pale but it seemed in different ways. After a moment, he lifted his hand, spreading his over the back the other boy's hand. His head cocked as he looked at Everrett, brow furrowed just slightly. "Well, I'd rather see you without your shirt than have to look at myself without mine." He shrugged slightly. They were both so thin that he knew it shouldn't matter, but it was true. As comfortable as he was being naked, it didn't mean he thought he was utterly attractive--far from it.
"Do you wanna stay tonight?" Everrett asked suddenly, fingers curling so that Ky's fingers fell between the gaps of his knuckles. He stretched up a bit and kissed Ky's chin, his hand sliding out from underneath the other boy's palm so that he could press it onto skin a bit higher up, fingers splayed out like a star. He felt Ky's nipple right against the palm of his hand, and his ribs, sharp underneath thin skin. He wanted to lie next to Ky like they'd done in that abandoned flat, to listen to his breathing at night and this time, maybe, they could sleep together with their bodies pressed together.
The surprise was clear, but Ky slowly smiled, nodding. His hand slid off of Everrett's, reaching up to tuck back stray hairs again, fingers leaving a lingering touch along the shell of the shorter boy's ear. "Okay," he murmured softly, ducking his head enough to leave a soft, lingering kiss on Everrett's lips. "I'd like that."
Everrett shrugged gently and broke the kiss, his hand sliding down to brace Ky's side and pull him in closer. "It's only..." he brought the digital watch around his wrist close to his face and squinted at it, "eight now. So it's early." Although he was rather reluctant to have Ky put his shirt on. "We can watch another DVD or we can just talk..."
One of Ky's arms slid around Everrett's neck, just liking being close to the boy. He smiled, shrugging slightly. "We can do either. Or both," he murmured, sighing happily. "You know I haven't seen very many DVDs."
Everrett grinned, handing the t-shirt back to Ky so that he could put it on. "Okay," he mumbled, tugging Ky back toward the couch. They spent the next three hours lounging around, eating the rest of the ice cream and watching one and a half classic Star Wars movies, with Everrett trying to explain everything to him and feeling like he was somewhat failing. The more he tried to piece the stories together, though, the more they didn't really make sense in his own head. For the sake of Ky, though, he hadn't put the other boy through the torture of watching the latest two in the series.
The only light left on in the flat at midnight was the dull, soundless flicker of the TV, switched onto BBC News 24. Everrett wasn't watching it, though. He was too busy watching Ky's nose bump up and down near his cheek with every subtle movement of their heads as they kissed. "Mmm, tired," he mumbled lazily, every vowel drawn out like a groan.
Ky's head felt a bit fuzzy from everything Everrett had shown him and tried to explain. He was sure it could make sense, he just wasn't sure if it were the beset time to try and make sense of it. Mostly because he kept distracting himself with glances and soft touches to Everrett's skin, watching his lips move while he talked. And now glad their lips were going to a different use.
He smiled slightly, nodding before stealing another slow kiss. "I'll need, um, pajamas to wear if it's time for bed." He didn't sound nearly as tired, his eyes still shining brightly.
"You can borrow some boxers," Everrett mumbled, not really wanting to move from his spot on the couch, practically curled up around the other boy like a koala. "There're some black ones in the top drawer of my dresser. Mmgonna brush my teeth in the bathroom, kay?" he mumbled, finally prying his limbs away from the other boy and rolling off of the couch, stumbling to his feet and turning the TV off. The whole loft plunged into momentary darkness but his eyes slowly adjusted to the light coming in from outside, streetlamps orange and blue and flickering against the large windows by his bedroom area.
In the bathroom, he left his clothing in a pile by the tub and brushed his teeth slowly, lazily, already feeling half-asleep.
"Okay," Ky whispered softly, watching as Everrett moved about slowly, just watching the boy before heading off toward the bed. He slipped out of his jeans, kicking them under the bed a bit as he opened the drawer Everrett directed him to. He smiled at the eclectic array of boxers that were in there, tempted to take something more colourful, but being respectful enough to just take the black ones--for now, at least.
He wasn't really tired but he was going to try for the other boy's sake, and because it meant more time curled up together. Slipping under the covers, he waited for Everrett to come back, sighing softly at how for once he actually felt chilly, missing he warmth of the lighter boy against him.
Everrett returned without his arms crossed over his chest, feeling a bit more confident with the lights out - like Mathwall. He slowly walked over to the bed, his glasses still on, his footsteps creaking slightly against the wooden floorboards. "Are you cold?" he asked, squinting in the dark at the other boy huddled under the covers. He soon joined him, scooting up beside him and tangling their bare legs together. Ky's felt practically hairless.
Ky shrugged slightly, pressing a kiss to Everrett's cheek as they pressed together. "Not anymore," he murmured with a smile, holding himself up on his elbows before dropping back down so they could curl closer. "You look really tired," he said after a moment, giving a soft laugh.
"Watching films always makes me tired," the blond mumbled in reply, groping his face and pulling his glasses off, setting them aside on the shelf above his bed. He landed back down against the pillows before curling onto his side to face Ky, their noses close. "My alarm goes off at eight because I have to be at work for nine... is that okay?" he mumbled, sliding a hand underneath the covers and carefully running his fingertips down Ky's side, counting each rib. "You can stay here if you want. Sleep in, hang around."
There was a soft chuckle as Ky leaned forward enough so their nose brushed before moving back where he was. He sighed softly before smiling, knowing that Everrett could feel his bones but okay with it since the boy assured him he liked that. "That's fine. When do you work until?" His hand moved up, slowly sliding through Everrett's hair, wanting to touch him more than just how they were tangled together.
"Five," Everrett sighed, closing his eyes as fingers sifted into his hair, the sensation tugging pleasantly all the way to his roots and scalp. "You can stay until then if you want to. That is... if you don't get bored and want to go home." He laughed softly, too, and it echoed Ky's earlier laugh.
Ky repeated the motion, just watching Everrett's face, every nuance of emotion as he grinned. "Oh, I don't think I'll get bored," he said, tangling their legs further. "I like it here." He twirled the end of Everrett's hair on his fingers slightly.
Everrett just hummed in response to Ky's words. They sounded like they were coming from far away, or from inside a glass jar - all echoey and muffled. He smiled, pressing his nose into the soft material of the pillow underneath him and feeling the familiar pull of sleep drag him under. It wasn't cold anymore.
Ky closed his eyes, attempting to fall asleep with the boy. And for a short while, it worked. Sighing softly, his eyes fluttering open. He'd woken up after only about an hour of sleep, feeling restless and unable to fall back asleep. Even as he listened to the soft rise and fall of the boy's breath, and felt the warmth from where they were pressed together, it wasn't enough to put him at ease.
The night was calling to him, wanting him to come out and pay but it was impossible to do with the blond draped over him, and he really didn't want to leave Everrett anyway.
Smiling softly to himself, he tilted his head, lips lightly brushing over the other boy's ear. "Tell me your dreams. Tell me your fears. Let me in to see." There were the words he always used, ones he'd used on the boy back in that junk shop. It had been easy to fall asleep after he'd done it then, and was sure it would do the same now as his fingers lightly ran down Everrett's arm.
Everrett stirred and mumbled something about not having enough money for the purple frogs, then immediately told Arabella to shut up. His dreams shifted slightly and his nose wrinkled where he was lying in bed, face pressing up into whatever touch had grazed his cheek and ear before he rolled over and curled up in front of Ky.
In his dreams, he was small again. He was arguing with Arabella about something or other and the images were vague, falling away like water evaporating. Suddenly he was sitting in a room full of computers and wires, all tangled on the floor in a mess, and there was a couch nearby with Ky in it. "Hey," he mumbled, stepping forward and realising he was wearing his lab coat. He was his age again. "What're you doing here?"
Ky curled himself up on the couch, naked and shaking. There were tears rolling down his face, and metal shackles holding his wrists together. Under the metal, his wrists were raw and blistered, dried blood dark against pale skin. He looked scared of Everrett, eyes wide as he curled up further to shield himself from the other boy it seemed.
"Please, no more tests," he whimpered. "I want to go home."
Everrett blinked, looking back down at his lab coat. It was still the usual white but there was bloody fingerprints all over the front of it, as if someone had been clinging to him. "What?" he asked Ky, stepping closer. He was afraid to approach him, though - he looked... scared of him. "Ky, it's me - I wouldn't... this isn't even my lab," he said, looking around frantically. It was, but it wasn't at the same time - everything was in the wrong order and the tanks and clean equipment were gone. If there was anything that Everrett didn't agree to it was experimentation under unclean, unsafe conditions - everything had to be sterline and modern. He didn't care if that's not how the Wizards worked - it was how he worked.
He fumbled with the buttons of his coat, trying to get it off. Ky looked cold and he wanted to cover him up, to protect him from whoever was doing this to him.
"Please don't hurt me anymore, just let me go," Ky whimpered again, bony knees drawn up to his chest, fingers clenching in his own hair, the skin under the metal just looking worse and worse. He refused to look at Everrett, and there were marks on his skin from what he'd been through.
A figure walked in, face hidden in the shadows but wearing a clean lab coat. "Mr. Mac, have you completed your tests on the subject yet? When you're finished with him, I know some who'd like to--run some tests of their own. They're getting antsy, wondering what could possibly be taking you so long. . ." Something darker was in those last words, and the only part of the man's face that became visible was his smirk.
"What?" Everrett said again, feeling helpless. His fingers kept snagging on the top button of his coat but he couldn't get it undone - everytime it opened it just seemed to slide back in again. "But - this isn't how I work, I haven't been experimenting on him..." He looked at Ky again and felt helpless. "He isn't a subject, he's my friend." He's my-... well. I don't know what he is yet but he's more than that.
He walked across to the other man in the room and tried to get a glimpse of his face - it was too dark. He had no idea who he was. "Ky, what's going on?" he asked the other boy, tugging at the sleeves of his coat.
The other man laughed, a dark chilling sound. "You don't have to play innocent, Mr. Mac. No one is here to report any 'improper procedures'--no reports are even expected. But really, listening to that one cry has been lovely." The man walked around, closer to the couch. "Though I hope you've had your fun. Because after we have ours he's to be put down. Well, if our fun doesn't kill him during."
Ky cried out as the man's hand fisted in his hair, yanking him to his feet. His knees buckled beneath him and he let out a broken sob. "They brought me to you and I thought I'd be okay but I wasn't, I wasn't--"
Everrett looked on, horrified, and his hands dropped from the front of his coat - it was only then that he noticed the caked blood underneath his blunt fingernails. "Let him go!" he pleaded, feeling like the other, unrecognisable man did not understand what he was saying. He stepped forward, pushing the other doctor's arm away and wrapping an arm around Ky's waist, tugging him forward and away. "I didn't hurt you, I promise," he said to the other boy desperately. "I wouldn't..."
Where before Ky would gladly bury his face into Everrett's neck and cling to him, he was rigid in the other boy's arms, his arms hanging between them. It was easier to see now dark bruises all over. He didn't try to push away, but his breaths were coming quick and harsh, eyes wide as he sniffled back for tears.
The other man's mouth twisted in a frown. "Either you give us him, or we take the both of your for our fun. Do not think you aren't replaceable."
Everrett frowned darkly at the stranger, his hands soothing down Ky's back despite how rigid the other boy was in his hold. "I'm not giving you him," he said firmly. "I'm not giving him to anyone. He's not a thing to give away." He turned his attention back to Ky and looked up at him, hurt spearing right through his stomach as he noticed the blank expression in the other boy's eyes. "Ky?" he mumbled, his palm moving up and down his spine carefully. "I didn't do this to you. I didn't."
Ky shook under the touch, blinking rapidly, tears slowly starting again as he stared at the other boy. "It looked like you," he said softly, trying to take a step back. "And it sounded like you." His hands shook so hard the chain between the two wrist pieces clinked softly. "And it fe--felt like you." There was nothing but pain and sadness written on his face as he tried to step back again. "I want to go home. . .I want to go home," he murmured a second time, slipping into his own language. While the two talked, a few more shadowed strangers stepped in, blocking the way out.
Everrett let go of Ky, horrified. "It wasn't!" he said, glancing nervously as figures started to fill the room. This wasn't his lab - there weren't this many people working here. It was usually just him and two other assistants. He was the manager. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
He watched as a shadowed man in a lab coat hooked his hand back through Ky's hair, dragging him backward.
"No!"
The shout fell from the sleeping boy's lips in a gasp and he sat up straight in bed, blue eyes wide and vision blurred. Everrett groped behind him for his glasses and shoved them on, looking around the loft and seeing nothing but the vague shapes of a couple of couches and his dining room table way in the back, shadowed by the grey light coming through from the large windows behind him.
"Ky," he mumbled and it sounded more like a groan. As he moved his leg he felt something warm press up against his knee - Ky's thigh. "Ky," he said again in a harsh whisper, shaking the other boy's shoulder.
Ky groaned softly, eyes slowly opening. It hadn't taken him very long after starting to work on Everrett's dream to fall asleep, and he didn't really want to wake up. But the hand kept shaking and he did, blinking owlishly at Everrett and glancing around the flat, darkness still filling the room.
"What is it?" he asked softly, stifling a yawn before giving the boy a concerned look.
Everrett's breath was laboured and he just stared down at the other boy for a long moment, unable to remember why he'd woken him up. He remembered the dream, the awful dream - but why had it been so necessary to wake Ky up? Was it because he was scared that the other might have been having it, too? Now he just felt really stupid.
"It's... nothing," he mumbled, before stumbling out of bed and heading for the kitchen.
Ky frowned, sitting up and watching Everrett pad across the room. Pushing off the covers, he walked after him. "Hey," he said softly, fingers gently closing on Everrett's shoulder. "What is it?" His eyes were clear, concern overshadowing the sleepiness that was there moments before.
Everrett fumbled with the lightswitch above the stove and swore when he couldn't get it to work. Only when he turned to Ky did he realise that tears were slugging down his face, dripping over his chin. He sniffed loudly, wiping them away with his bare forearm. "I just had a really horrible dream," he muttered, feeling pathetic. The last time he'd cried over a dream was when he and Ara were very small, still living with their parents in Dorset. He'd wet the bed, and his mother had refused to clean it up herself - their nurse did it.
"I've never dreamt like that," he added, taking his glasses off and pulling open the fridge door, glad for the cool air and the dim, buzzing light.
Ky opened his mouth and promptly closed it, he felt rooted to the spot. He had never thought before how what he did affected those he did it to. He thought it was harmless, going in, changing their dreams, opening pathways to fears people didn't know they had, showing them to them. He didn't think it bothered them, or that they even remembered it in the morning. But then, he'd never seen anyone wake up while he worked. It was just something he had to do--it was in his nature, and it made him feel good. If he went too long without doing it, he'd start to feel depressed.
Biting down on his lip, he looked to the floor, feeling a dull ache start right behind his eyes. Was he the reason for Everrett's tears? For the tears of others? "I'm sorry," he whispered softly, suddenly feeling the need to leave, some heavy feeling settling on his chest.
"Don't be sorry," Everrett whispered, reaching for the milk and unscrewing the cap slowly with the fridge door still open. He looked over at Ky, his glasses white with the reflection of the buzzing light. "You've no need to be sorry, it's not your fault." He took a large gulp of the milk before setting it back on the shelf and leaning back heavily against the now closed door. "I feel so stupid," he muttered, wiping at his damp cheeks, the tears finally subsiding. "But... it's never felt that intense before - not since... well, not since Mathwall. But I think that was just the worry over Ara and everything..."
And now he was worried about Ky, and he had no idea why. He didn't experiment on humans, that was ridiculous. It was just a dream...
"It happened in Mathwall too?" the question was soft and Ky crossed closer to Everrett. His eyes were wide, the feeling in the bit of his stomach growing even as he slid his arms around the other boy. "It--you shouldn't feel stupid," he said softly.
'Especially since I think it is my fault.' But he couldn't say that, couldn't explain it. Everrett would never want to see him again if he did, he was sure of it. He spread his hands out on the blond's back, rubbing up and down to try to soothe the boy and to try and stop the trembling in his own fingers.
Everrett recognised the movement of Ky's hands as his own movements in his dream, but the images were slowly fading into nothing but a sequence of bad feelings. Dread. "It was just a dream, though. I don't know why I'm so upset," he mumbled, opening his arms before wrapping them around Ky's shoulders and bringing the other boy down against him.
Ky couldn't offer any words of understanding because he didn't. No one ever explained to him that what he was doing could be bad like this. He swallowed hard, trying to quell his instincts to run. "It's okay," he murmured softly, unsure what else to do as he held the other, and trying to figure out why he was feeling so bad himself.
Everrett sensed a tenseness in Ky's body and he ran his hands over the other boy's back, trying to sooth him in return. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you up," he whispered, blinking against the dark and watching shadows move across the wooden floors. People were still out driving. He wondered what time it was.
Leaning back a bit, he looked up at Ky and pressed his fingers along the other boy's jaw, just gently. "I like you a lot, Ky," he whispered extremely quietly. "I just want you to know that."
"It's okay," Ky whispered again, and feeling stupid for not knowing what else to say. On one hand, being woken up was teaching him something, something about himself he'd never even known or considered. On the other, it made him feel this way.
His brow furrowed slightly, arms tightening around Everrett as he looked down into his eyes. "I like you a lot, too, Everrett." 'And I'd never willingly do anything to hurt you. . .' He leaned in enough for their noses just to brush. "Do you want to go back to bed?"
Everrett nodded carefully, their noses bumping up together. He pressed a tiny peck against Ky's lips before taking his hand and walking back toward the almost-welcome sight of his mattress. The covers had been pulled off and it looked cold. He had no idea if he'd be able to sleep again tonight.
Ky slipped into bed first, the sheets already having cooled a bit. He tugged Everrett back in with him, pulling the covers over them before wrapping his arms around the other boy's thin chest. He wouldn't be falling asleep, he knew that--he was afraid to. He didn't know what would happen to Everrett, what he would do to distress the boy more.
Everrett pulled his glasses off and curled up in front of Ky, staring straight ahead as the shadows played against the floor of his home. He wondered how long it would take for them to disappear completely.