Late night drives

XLIII : Second chance

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WARNING : Spicy content.
Friendly reminder this is a bl so if you do not feel confortable about it skip to the end of the chapter.

Our movements quickly became more sensual. Gentler in the caresses. He was the first to break the silence with a subtle moan. His breathing quickened as he tried not to let go too quickly, gritting his teeth. I straddled him and sat astride his muscular thighs. Driven by the effects of the fit I took control of the situation much to his astonishment. He smiled at my initiative. Which encouraged me to do more. So I leaned down to kiss his neck and then his jaw, alternating pressure. My pelvis began to undulate against him with luscious movements. He couldn't suppress a low growl.

"Please get down."

He muffled underneath his shaky breath. I didn't keep him waiting any longer and slid down his legs.
Our movements become more and more passionate. His body shivers and his head tilts back, stifling a groan.
After what seems like five minutes to me, I feel his liquid pouring into my mouth.

It took him some time to regain his senses and his breath. Then he picks me up and places me on the sofa where he was previously seated. He ran through my body trembling under his gestures. Kim was about to undo my belt when the door swung open suddenly. Footsteps were heard approaching the living room. In a snap of the fingers, reality hit me and I pushed him abruptly away from me. He lost his balance and fell to the ground at the same time Silver entered the room.

" Matthew I am glad you're here. I got something for you."

It slips in his hand into a bundle which he carries in his right hand. Something comes out of it that I can't quite make out. Meanwhile, Kim turns on the main light. I close my eyes immediately because of the bright reflection of the light on my eyelids. It takes me some time to adjust to the brightness than I gradually open my eyes one by one.

" Here." As my eyes widen as I see what Silver hands me with a wide, warm smile. for a moment I do not know what to say I am so moved by such a present. My hands are shaking. I hold in my hand a pair of red velvet socks with my first name embroidered on them.

"We can hang it near ours if you want. "
He chimed enthusiastically.

I return his smile and thank him in a small voice as I am touched by his gesture. I don't know what word would be the most adequate to say. A thank you is certainly too bland. He sees that I am embarrassed and thus doesn't insist more, quickly changing the subject. He brought my car. It's currently in the front of the house, ready to go. However, I drink too much to be able to drive.

" I don't know how to thank you, Silver."

" My pleasure Matthew. "

I approach him with open arms. I hope I can communicate my degree to him verbally. I hope he can feel it through my embrace. If only it could be easier. For me, some selves have so much more difficulty in forming than others. Everything should be as simple as a hug to say everything that silence held prisoner.

As I take one step further to feel my head spinning rapidly. Then my field of vision becomes blurry and I lose my balance. I collapse on the floor before even having had time to pronounce what would only be a sound or even parry my dazzling fall.

Just to open my eyes some minutes later, I am now sitting on the ground dusty and humid. I hear sticks falling in response to muffled cries of pain, then silence. I don't know how long after the police car sirens sound. I then take my remaining strength to get up somehow on my trembling legs. I walk with difficulty towards the exit so as not to attract suspicion I ran away. I slipped along the corridor and saw a figure with his back turned, surely answering the officers' questions. He's probably the one who called the police. But who it could be? I was convinced that we were alone. That there were only the three of us in this shabby hangar. That person. How did he know that we would be here? I am sure he has something to do with it. Playing innocent and calling the police just not to get suspected. The timing is too well calculated not to be a set-up.
Without warning a hand lands on my shoulder I jump and try to save time. I don't turn around right away. As if the person was going to disappear.

"Why did you run? You run away. Did you leave me? You did not avenge me. You forget about your promise."

All these whispers make my blood run cold. I gulp. A feeling of guilt grips my stomach and twists it under the precision of the invisible hands on my abdomen. The voice is similar to Ricky's. It can't be him. He would never say such words. My breathing quickens, and I barely breathe. The voice keeps repeating itself there in my ear. It gets louder and louder becoming real screams that only I seem to hear. Everything seems to stop. Time is frozen. Nevertheless, the voice remains persistent. each word is like a stab in the chest. I tremble in every part of my body. I collapse to the ground under the pressure. I want it to stop. My throat goes dry my sweaty hands rest on my ears. I no longer want to hear anything that comes out of the mouth of that voice. That stupid voice.

" This is not true. Make it stop. SHUT UP!!"

I lend forward gripping the person next to me as hard as I can. I cannot let him go. The voice is not stopping. My strength is running out. Unable to maintain my body weight I fall over that person. He takes me in his arms in turn his death is comforting. Gradually my heart rate calms down. My tremors became less intense. I open my eyes sometime later still in the arms of this person. At least the voice stopped or he approached me. So it was all just a dream. A real nightmare. As if I didn't feel guilty enough on my own. I don't need a voice to remind me what happened last night. How could I forget these memories forever etched in my memory?

I didn't sleep that night. My exhausted body and mind never gave in to fatigue. I gradually detached myself from Kim sometime after realizing that I had foolishly clung to her jersey. I pretended to be asleep so as not to arouse suspicion. I would just have to tell him that I was a somnambulist, even if the truth didn't seem very far from that explanation, which makes it at least plausible. No matter there are only a few hours left before I go home. I must return. What for? No one is waiting for me. I doubt my mother is worried about it anymore. She has not called or texted all weekend. It was just all an excuse to maintain her control over me.

A few hours later.

" Matthew."

I turn around. He doesn't say my name often. What could it be this time? It is still early. Silver wasn't joking when he meant early bird. The sun hasn't even risen yet. It's nearly pitched black outside.

" Would you come with me? I'd like to show you something."

Where could he want to go at this hour? Despite all those unanswered questions
I hasten to enthusiastically accept. He smiles slightly before exiting the room. A proud look on his face. Is he plotting something else? I should not let my guard down. I get up to make the bed. lifting a pillow I notice something in the Christmas stocking that Silver brought me earlier. A gift. Perhaps I should think about giving him a few things in return. I need to investigate his tastes. Someone who knows him well. Someone he can talk to. A friend. I found it.

" Are you ready? Shall we get going?"Kim asked.

" Yes."

" It's not far we will arrive soon."

"Good. However, I warn you if you do me wrong Silver will realize my absence and will come searching for me. "

"You seem to be sure of yourself."

"Yes. He likes me so if I were you..."

"If I wanted to get rid of you I would have done it a long time ago."

" You're not afraid that I'll divulge your little secret to everyone."

"You have no interest in doing so. I might not, whereas you risk a lot."

" So what do you want in return?"

I approach to whisper my answer in his ear. Surprised he raises his eyebrow. He chuckles while nodding then turns around to focus on the road again.

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Thank you for reading !!!

The chemistry between our MC and Kim is growing... unfortunately that time they were interrupted by Silver. Are we even mad? Haha

Also we got a flash-back for that ptsd night. It seems like they were a another person whom probably came later. Could it have been Kim? How come he just started to remember his presence ?

Last but not least, Silver Matthew's friendship>>> I am glad they both found a new person to count on.

Ps: There are two chapters this week.

See you next week.

Vicky❤️