I pulled Dylan into the room, and closed the door behind us. “Go ahead and take a seat on the bed, Dylan,” I said to him.
Dylan walked over to my bed, and took a seat. You’d almost think there was nothing wrong with him. The boy was quite attractive. Oh well, I could still get some use out of him. I walked over to the bed as well, and sat a little too close to him. “So what do you want to do,” asked Dylan.
I put my hand on his thigh, and started running my fingers up and down it. “Well, there are a few things we could do,” I said.
Dylan started to look nervous. “Like what,” he asked.
I stopped running my fingers along his leg, and moved up to his waist line. I inched two fingers inside of his pants, and I ran my fingers along the inside of Dylan’s waist, and watched him tremble a little. “Have you ever been with a girl, Dylan?”
Dylan looked from my hand to my face. “Um, not since before I died…”
“Well,” I said as I removed my hand, and got on top of him with on knee on either side of his hips. “Would you want to be with me?”
I started inching my face closer and closer to his. Our noses were touching, and I could feel him beginning to breathe heavy. Dylan looked from my eyes, to my lips to what seemed like a thousand times. Then, he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me even closer to him. He pressed his mouth against mine so hard, but yet so gentle, and began to kiss me.
We had to pull away to breathe, because honestly, it was getting really intense. Dylan looked at me and lifted me off of him. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
He got up and started to towards the door. “Wait,” I said. “Dylan, it’s okay. I wanted that to happen.”
I put my hand on his chest. “It’s okay, Dylan.”
Dylan looked completely embarrassed. “Are you sure?”
I smiled at him, and nodded my head. He walked back over to where I was standing on the other side of the room. He grabbed my face very gently with both of his hands, and leaned down to kiss me. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said after he kissed me.
“Believe me, sweetheart. You cannot hurt me anymore than what’s already happened.”
Dylan started running his hands down my back, and once he got to my waist he wrapped his fingers along the inside of my shirt. He pulled away for a few seconds, and slipped my shirt over my head. As soon it was off he was kissing me again, and then he wrapped his hands around my legs and picked me up.
Dylan walked both of us over to the bed, and he gently laid me down while getting on top of me. He pulled away again and took off his shirt. He had a perfect body; a body like the guys had in the magazines. However, he had bruises all over him. What happened to him when he died? That’s something I was going to have to find out later.
I laid there beneath him and looked up at him. I was staring at all of the bruises on him, and then I eventually looked up at his face. Our eyes met at the same time. It seemed as if we were both examining each other. I had forgotten about the bruises, and the big ass scar he could see after my shirt was off.
The X shaped scar was out in the open for Dylan to see. He very gently ran his fingers along the scar. I wasn’t in that bed with him, half naked, to look at each other’s scars and bruises and get sappy though. I was there to make a point, and that point had to be made whether or not I was afraid to hurt him. So, I looked up at him and said, “Let’s switch spots.”
Dylan wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me on top of him. I was sitting on top of Dylan, and I stared making out with him again right away. I didn’t have time to be sappy and just stare at each other anymore. I started kissing his neck softly, and then I moved to his chest. I left a trail of kisses down his stomach, and then I got to the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned them, and slowly slid them off of him. Dyaln was lying in front of me only in his boxers. Dear god the boy was gorgeous. I stood up to take off my shorts, that way he would not be the only one without pants.
As soon as my shorts were off Dylan sat up and motioned for me to walk towards him. So, I did. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I was standing between his legs. Dylan pressed his hands into my back, so I would even be closer to him. He kept one hand on my back, and brought the other one to my face and he kissed me. I pushed him back onto the bed that I way I could get ontop of him. I straddled Dylan, and pressed my mouth so forcefully and with so much lust against his.
Dylan's hands were all over me. He started with my face, he gently held it while I forcefully kissed him. Then, he moved to my boobs. He had one hand holding one, and the other hand gently moved his finger around the outside of nipple and then grabbed like it was his. After my boobs he moved to stomach. Whenever my stomach is touched I always flinch a little, because it always take me by surprise. His fingers ran along the outside of rib cage, and then grazed my hips. Once he got my hips, he switched one hand to grabbing my ass, and the other hand kept moving past my hips to the rim of my panties. Then Dylan moved his hand into my panties, and slipped his fingers inside of me.
I moaned into his ear to let him know that I liked it. We were both getting really into it, and then suddenly there was pounding on my door, and Dylan shot right up pushing me off of him. Quickly picking up his clothes, the boy bolted right out the door and left me on the floor in nothing but my bra and panties; speechless. How am I supposed to get help from him if he can't even calm down enough for stuff like this? Whatever, I will have to find a way. Maybe I'll just have to get help from Jack instead. If I play my cards right, both of these boys could be in great use for me. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens.
After a few minutes I got up, and put my clothes back on. Then, I walked out of the bedroom to try to find Dylan or Jack to see what the hell happened. Level eleven was surprisingly long; however, I kept on walking around the hall until I found a sign that had the boys’ names on it. It seemed as if I was walking along that hall forever. However, eventually I found it. Their room was towards the end of the hall. The sign on their door read ‘Jack and Dylan.’ I reached up to knock on the door, but it was already cracked open. I was confused, so I stood there for a moment trying to figure out if I should let myself in or not. Carelessly, I just pushed it right open and walked in.
Once I walked in I saw Dylan curled up in the fetal position on the floor, and Jack kneeling over him trying to console his friend. It sounded like Dylan was crying, but I couldn’t make out the exact sounds. Slowly, I tried to walk back out without them knowing I was there. However, that didn’t seem to work out so well, because I ended up tripping over something and making noise. Jack quickly turned around to look at me, and I just froze in place. “What are you doing here,” he said to me, confused.
“I was just coming to see if he was alright.”
“He’s scared, no thanks to you I should probably say,” Jack said sternly.
Jack gave me a dirty look, and then turned back to his friend who was shaking back and forth. He was beginning to irritate me. “No thanks to me? What are you talking about?”
Jack let out a deep breath before he began talking. “Dylan was with you, and something happened to make him like this. The boy has fucking PTSD, we we’ve been on the battlefield for crying out loud!”
Then it finally hit me. Dylan did not have any social disorders, he wasn’t awkward, and it wasn’t that he didn’t have a filter. The poor boy was traumatized. Something happened to him, and now he is absolutely freaking terrified.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t know,” I began to tremble over my words. “But I didn’t do anything to him.”
“Oh no?”
Now Jack was the one who was irritated. He was just trying to help his friend though. “No,” I said. “We were in my bedroom, and then out of no where there was just pounding on the door, and he got up and just ran out the door without saying a single thing.”
He looked at the me with apologetic eyes, then he turned to Dylan who seemed to have calmed down a bit while we were talking. “Dylan, is that what happened? Was there pounding on the door in Leah’s room,” he asked his friend worriedly.
Dylan looked up to the both of us and nodded his head. “We were just you know, doing some stuff in her room. Out of no where the sound was coming from outside. I had to get out, Jack. I thought I was back there. I thought I hadn’t left.”
Jack looked between his friend and me, and patted his friend on the shoulder and started to chuckle. “You did the right thing about getting out fast man, but you left the girl to fend for herself!”
Dylan looked up at me as if to say sorry. “Leah, aw damnit. I’m sorry, when I heard the noise I completely forgot that you were even there. I had to get out.”
I looked at Dylan, and smiled at him. “It’s fine, honey. I was in no harm at all.”
“Well, Dylan how about you get up in bed and rest? I’ll walk Leah here back to her room.”
“I swear, you act just like my mother sometimes,” Dylan complained.
Although he complained he smiled at his friend as if to say thank you, and did as he said. Jack stood up, and put his hand on the small of back. “Alright, we should go to leave the kid to rest.”
Jack and I walked out of the room, and closed the door. “Should I walk you back to your room?”
This is perfect, I thought to myself. Now is the time I can get Jack on my side as well. “Unless you’d like to hangout for a bit,” I asked him.
Jack smirked, oh I would love to spend some time with someone as pretty as you, but I have some stuff to take care of.”
“Oh,” I said a bit disappointed. “I guess to my room would be fine then.”
The two of us walked back to my bedroom, just talking about our lives when we were alive, but I left out Tucson. Eventually we got to my bedroom, and we stood outside my door, lingering for a few minutes. I was fiddling with my hands, and Jack put a hand underneath my chin and had me look up at him. Then, he grabbed my face gently, and pressed my mouth to his. He pulled away, and said, “Till next time?”
I nodded, and he walked away. Yes, Jack. Next time…
