Moonlit Desires (BxB)

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Sunday, 25th November
3:02am

Darrell

Nah forget it, this kid's probably crazy, it's my fault for trying to talk to a drunk guy and expecting a reasonable response. I looked at the unconscious boy in my arms and thought about what next to do. Leave him here on the side of the road and hope nothing bad happens to him? Well...he's made it this far, I'm sure someone will find him and help him back to his own house plus, I don't really know him so it's not my problem.

I tried to drop him on the floor but his hands wrapped around my waist squeezed tighter. For someone who was barely awake, his grip on me was quite strong. After a bit of a struggle, I finally managed to pry his hands off me before carefully dropping him on the sidewalk. The police or his family will probably find him and pick him up or something.

I got into my car and the moment I closed the door, the most intense pain I've ever felt shot through my chest like a dagger. What the hell was that? It felt like my heart was being violently ripped out of my chest.

I got back down from the car to get some air and the pain seemed to lessen a bit. Is this my conscience's way of punishing me for trying to leave him there? All of a sudden, a million thoughts started running through my mind at once. What if I left and something happened to him? What if he got kidnapped...or killed...or used as a sacrifice by some secret society of like...ritualists? I'd feel terrible for the rest of my life knowing I could've done something but I didn't.

So, I did the dumbest thing a TV or cliche novel protagonist could possibly do; I carried him into the backseat of my car, strapped him in, and took a drunk stranger home. Do NOT try this at home kids.

In retrospect, I know that it might not have been the most sensible option but something about the boy kept on drawing me to him and I really didn't want to part ways with the boy, at least not yet. I had a feeling that I'd regret it deeply if I left him here.

As I drove, I kept stealing glances at him in the rearview mirror. He was a stranger, but there was something about him that made me feel... protective. I couldn't explain it.

I arrived at home and brought him down from the car, easily hoisting him onto my back before heading to the door and opening it where I was greeted by my younger sister, Diane, in the living room. Why she was awake by 3am? I will never know, but the bowl of popcorn on the side table suggested that she might've been watching a movie. Then again why do that at 3 in the morning?

"Oh you're back. Who's this? He's cute, is he single?" she asked, getting up from the couch and approaching us. I couldn't help but glare at her and let out an almost animalistic sound, feeling a sense of protectiveness over Jax that I couldn't explain.

"Dude, calm down. I was only joking. What's wrong with you?" Diane said, taking a step back. "And did you just growl at me? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you liked him or something. Oh, is he your boyfriend? Why is he unconscious? Did you drug him? Did you fuck him so hard he passed out? Did he-" Diane harassed me with a barrage of questions and I cut her off with an even deadlier glare, feeling my patience slipping with every word she spoke.

"Shut up Diane," I said, irritated and unable to fathom where she even got such energy from at this hour.

But what is she talking about? How can I like him? I don't even know him, plus there's also the fact that I'm not gay. But letting her believe we were a thing was less tedious than explaining to my sister that I why I was bringing home a barely conscious stranger who reeked of alcohol in the dead of night. And oddly enough, I also didn't completely hate the thought of being referred to as his boyfriend.

As I headed towards the stairs, I asked Diane, "Where's mom?"

"She's working the night shift today," she replied, following after me.

I let out a sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't have to explain this to her right now. I was too tired to do so anyway.

"Why are you following me?" I asked her.

"Why not?" she asked back with a shrug.

Exhausted and slightly annoyed, I pushed past my sister and proceeded to carry him up to my room and slammed the door before Diane could come in after me. I placed him on my bed before going to take a quick shower and changing my clothes.

I looked back at the unconscious boy on my bed and thought about what to do with him. I should probably clean him up as well, and those clothes look uncomfortable. But I can't bathe him, I don't know him and what if he feels violated when he wakes up?

After a moment of contemplation I decided to just change only his clothes, he'll shower by himself once he wakes up.

I carefully took off his jeans and shirt, leaving his boxers on, making sure to look as little as possible, before changing him into a pair of my pajamas and tucking him into my bed. Just as I turned to grab some extra blankets to lie down on the couch, I felt a hand grab me. Startled, I turned around to see him looking at me with groggy eyes.

"Don't go," he mumbled.

Oh Darrell, what have you gotten yourself into this time.

I decided to join him on the bed — only because he wouldn't let go of my hand, definitely not because I wanted to. I closed my eyes and felt a weight on top of me. When I opened one eye, I saw him rolling himself onto my body and nuzzling his face into my chest. I felt my arms instinctively wrap around him, and once again, oddly enough, it didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact, it almost felt... nice having him close to me.

But that's ridiculous. This is just a random guy I found on the street, maybe this is just my sign that I've been single for way too long and my body is getting desperate for any form of human touch.

"Hmm, you smell so good," he mumbled into my chest, the vibration of his voice sending tingles down my spine.

Oh my goodness, this is definitely going to be a long night.

As the night went on though, I found myself getting more and more comfortable with him there, until eventually we both fell asleep. But even in my sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling of his warmth against me and the sound of his steady breathing.