Lead Me Out of the Dark

Deck's Acting Sexy?

SKYE'S POV

                Deck had become something of a rock for me. He’d stayed by my side the entire day. I couldn’t help but enjoy his company. We’d gone to groups together and even eaten lunch together. The staff had decided that since there weren’t many patients, we might as well conserve staff, so they allowed the boys and girls to eat lunch together.

                “Please, nobody even likes Derek Sanders. He has so much hair it should be illegal,” Deck snorted. I guffawed so loudly I nearly choked on my French fry.

“So you’re saying long hair is unattractive? Maybe I’ll cut all my hair off, then,” I suggested.

“No! I mean it’s unattractive on men!” Deck shot back. To his credit, he did look slightly alarmed. I almost laughed at the prospect. For someone who usually wore hoodies, Deck actually cared about his appearance a lot more than he let on. He told me he hated to keep his hair long so much that he kept it extremely short, only keeping his bangs long in the front to hide his scars. I couldn’t imagine Deck with his bangs cut off.

“Derek Sanders is a-ttractive. Even guys would mouthfuck him,” I exclaimed. Deck started choking on his burger. I clapped on his back, laughing so hard that I started crying. I was glad that I wasn’t wearing makeup, though I did miss my mascara.

“Mouthfuck?” Deck choked out. I shrugged. I had my own terms when it came to sexual things.

“What can I say?” I teased.

“It’s not what you can say; it’s what I can say. I say you have a perverted mind.” Deck joked.

“The inoffensive terminology would be dirty imagination,” I corrected smugly, taking a sip of the apple juice I had. Deck stole it out of my hands, taking a long swig and handing it back. I swatted at his arm. He smiled at me and my anger dissipated. When he made puppy eyes at me, smiling at me like he really meant it, I couldn’t be angry at him. I smiled back, finishing the rest of the apple juice.

“Who said I wasn’t trying to be offensive?” Deck retorted. I gasped, shoving him playfully. He gripped my arm while it was raised, using it to yank my body against his. He rested my arm on his own waist. I blushed brightly, but I didn’t mind the bodily contact. Being flush against him sent tingles down my body.

“Ass,” I muttered. I noticed Jackie glaring at us as she left the room. I didn’t care.

“You like it,” Deck said decisively. He looked down at me and suddenly our faces were inches apart. The laugh that had been bubbling up caught in my throat. All signs of joking seemed to vanish off of Deck’s face, too. I wasn’t sure what was happening in that moment. All I could think about was how close I was to Deck. Deck’s cheekbones, his long bangs, his pale skin, his purple eyes, his full lips… I suddenly had the urge to run my fingers through his bangs, to shove them away from my face while I- wait, where the Hell were these thoughts coming from!?

“Deck,” Jackie murmured. Deck and I both jumped at the same time. She was standing right beside him. She leaned down, giving him a full view of her cleavage. He looked away, but I was glaring at her straight on. What the fuck was her problem?

“Yeah?” He asked. His voice cracked. I wanted to smack him.

“You’ve got a phone call,” she said seductively, lowering her torso even further. Unfortunately, in doing so, she knocked over Deck’s apple juice and it spilled all over my shirt. I jumped up.

“Jackie!” Deck hissed. I gripped a paper towel and dabbed at the mess. Urgh. I was soaking wet. I threw the towel down.

“Deck, it’s okay. You go take your phone call and I’ll go change. I’ll meet up with you later,” I said. I charged out of the lunchroom determinedly. I kicked the door to my room open, muttering under my breath about skanks and where they should shove their push up bras. I’d thrown my shirt off when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” it was a reflex reaction. Just after I said it, I realized two things: one, I had just taken my shirt off. Two, I wasn’t wearing a bra, and three; I didn’t have any other shirts. Thankfully, I was facing the other direction. Deck walked in. His eyes bulged and his mouth literally popped open. A blush colored my cheeks.

“Doing anything fun? Can I join?” Deck teased.

“Shut up!” I yelled, but I couldn’t help but laugh. When I was nervous, I laughed like an idiot. It was a bad habit that had gotten me in trouble with my dad one too many times. Deck laughed at my blush. Deck walked in, and I crossed my arms over my boobs hurriedly. To my surprise, Deck came to stand behind me.

“Who did this to you?” He asked silently. His fingers traced the scars on my back. I winced. I’d gotten those when my dad had gone through his garden clippers phase. Luckily, it hadn’t lasted very long. It was one of my worst memories.

“My dad,” I whispered. Deck hugged me loosely around the waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. Deck seemed to realize I was naked just then, and he inhaled a low gasp. He could probably see the tops of my breasts. I blushed furiously. Just then, Deck chose to do the one thing I never expected. He stepped forward so that his body was pressed against mine. His hands wrapped around my waist, and his lips pressed softly against the skin of my neck. I sucked in a long breath.

“I brought you a shirt,” he whispered between kisses. I nodded, but I didn’t ask him for the shirt. At the moment, I couldn’t think of anything but Deck. His lips trailed softly from my ear, down my neck, placing kisses on my naked shoulders, even on my scars. I couldn’t help but arch my back against his lips. They felt too damn good. It felt like he left tracks of fire in his wake. His hands danced across my stomach, his fingers tracing my arms, as if silently testing me to lift them. My arms loosened, and Deck placed his hands on my arms. He continued kissing my neck, his hands sliding across my arms. Goosebumps erupted on my skin. His fingertips traced the tops of my breasts, placing just the right amount of pressure on the skin there. I tilted my head back against his chest, a moan escaping my lips.

“Deck, please-” I began. The door opened and Deck and I jumped apart. God dammit! I cussed silently. I’d forgotten about room checks. I was surprised at my own reaction, but I couldn’t deny what I’d been feeling in that moment. I’d been about to ask Deck to ‘please don’t stop’. Was I turning into a slut? What the Hell was happening to me? Deck faced the doorway, effectively using his tall 6’1” frame to block my body as I threw my shirt on.

“Girls and boys may not be in the same room unsupervised!” the nurse reprimanded. Deck muttered an apology and ducked out. He didn’t even look at me as he left.