Setting Fire to the Stars (mxm)

Chapter 13: Trepidation

**(note: this chapter contains mild sexual elements, physical violence, profanity, gore, and blood)**

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Peter
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I am going to strangle Whitt and his brother with my bare hands.

My heart raced wildly in my chest as I stomped down the stairs, blood pumping loudly in my ears. My lips tingled with how close we'd been, the pleasing scent of vanilla honey hanging on my clothes. I couldn't help but replay the moment over and over in my mind.

Lauren beneath me, his delicate hand in mine. His full lips parted eagerly while his cheeks were flushed an adorable shade of red. The cream-colored sweater he wore had once again slipped off his shoulder, revealing his tantalizing smooth skin.

I wanted to map out his body with kisses starting with the freckles on his neck. He had felt blissfully hot under my hands, the blush coloring his cheeks more lovely than that of any girl I'd ever been with. The expectant look in his grey eyes still sent shivers down my spine.

He'd said yes.

God, he'd looked sinfully good under me. His smell drove me crazy while his body looked like it was made to be worshiped by my hands.

He'd said yes!

My lower member throbbed against the seams of my pants in interest and a grunt left my throat. He'd definitely felt me against him, but by some miracle he hadn't pushed me away. Instead, the sweetest of moans had fallen from his pretty little lips at the friction between us, driving me absolutely feral. The dreams I'd kept locked away of stolen kisses and fond touches were nothing compared to the real thing. I wanted to march right back in there, strip his clothes off, and mark every inch of that perfect body—

Keep it together, Ducane.

Now I wasn't a novice when it came to having sex. I'd spent nights with plenty of interested women. Being the quarterback of the Winchester Boys Academy football team had come with many benefits. One of those benefits was that I had the attention of nearly every girl in the district. I could have anyone I desired.

Never in my life had I ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted him.

Exiting the stairwell, I stepped onto the ground floor of the Foundry. Whitt stood by the front door holding one of those solar-powered lanterns. Shadows flitting around the dark foyer in the light of the small device, the eerie silence making me feel like I'd just stepped onto the scene of a horror movie.

The blond glanced my way, and I pinned him with a glare, furious that he was the reason that I was no longer up in that loft with Lauren. Whitt only rolled his eyes before gesturing outside, beckoning as he turned on his heel. "This way."

Broken shards of glass crunched beneath my boots as I crossed the trashed dining room to follow him. Once outside, he led me to a small building across the street. The beat-up sign above the shoddy white structure read "Seymour's Clinic".

Like the rest of the structures in the area, the white building had suffered external damage from the initial alien takeover. Multiple windows had been blown out, and there were concave holes in the top of the roof. The entrance remained miraculously untouched, save for the shattered glass on the front door.

Whitt entered first, holding the wooden door open for me. Just like all the other buildings, the power seemed to be out in the clinic. We walked down the dark hallway to a room lit by several lanterns and a few small candles. Together, we entered what appeared to be the treatment room.