Painkiller (BoyxBoy) | ✔️

2. Stalker

Jeremy

This wasn't his whole life in boxes staring back at him, but it sure felt like it. Standing in the living room of the one-bedroom home he was renting, Jeremy realized that he was outnumbered by boxes 1:8. To say that the thought of unpacking scared him was an understatement; the boy was terrified beyond belief. He had gone from living with his family to living with his friend after he lost them, and while that was scary, he had had Damon by his side to help him through it. He also had other friends who managed to include him in their daily activities, making sure that Jeremy was not surrounded by his thoughts only.

He had no one now.

As he stood in his new home by himself, the tall boy realized that he was really alone.

Instead of standing in his home feeling bad about himself, Jeremy walked to the box containing his filming equipment. While he was still depressed about his YouTube channel and not having the motivation to post, filming did raise his spirits. Talking to his camera as he did his activities, or whatever he had planned, always managed to make him feel less alone, as though he was talking to his friends. It was a weird feeling, he knew, but he enjoyed doing it.

He hooked up the various cameras at three different spots and started unpacking, making sure to engage his nonexistent audience as though there was a real person around. In a way, he felt sane. By the time his last camera run out of battery power, Jeremy had finished unpacking and decorating his apartment to make it a home. He looked around, feeling quite pleased with himself. His bed called to him once he laid the last blanket on it, but he wasn't ready to sleep just yet. He wanted to see the town at night and the first place on his agenda was the new bar that had opened two weeks ago per his agent's knowledge. He had to check it out, mostly because it was for the gays and Jeremy was quite gay.

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Shane

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, some rolling down his face and his neck. He was hot and uncomfortable. He didn't want this... no... he did, in the beginning at least. However, once she got on top of him and he was fully inside her wet channel, just like the last four times they'd done this, the pleasure he was supposed to feel never came. If anything, it felt like a chore and Shane was not enjoying it all. Still, he lifted his hips to meet hers, kissed her neck, and left marks there, she enjoyed that. It was the least he could do for her. The vibrations of her moans against his lips when they kissed assured him that he wasn't fucking it up, Great. Now all he needed was to finish so he could go home.

On his way home, Shane cursed himself for having gone through with it. They could have literally done anything, played a game, watched a movie, done something they'd both enjoy and for him, that would have been more fun than having sex. It was a Friday night for fucks sake!

Shane thought he would enjoy sex before he had actually done it the first time. Of course, he didn't have much experience as the only person he had ever done it with was Meghan. It wasn't that he didn't like her, he really did. He would even go as far as to say that he loved her. He also had no problem with her body or his attraction to her. He liked looking at her, in fact. She was tall for a girl, about 5 feet 8 inches, almost as tall as him and he stood 5 feet 11 inches. Her body was absolutely gorgeous, curvy in all the right places. He enjoyed looking at her, seeing the way her breasts moved whenever they fucked, the way her hips swayed when she walked, what he enjoyed, even more, was the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the things she loved, writing and reading. She had a lovely smile too and Shane always wanted to see it. But for some reason, even with all the things he liked about her, he still couldn't find it in himself to enjoy sex.