Skilled Hands

Chapter 5

After my dumb mistake earlier, I promised myself to put all effort possible into not letting a single sound come out of my mouth for the rest of the session.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I must've made them so uncomfortable.

They've both been nothing but sweet to me this entire time, making me feel pampered and priorizted, and here I go making them think I'm some kind of perverted creep.

Which I'm not. So what if I wouldn't mind seeing them begging on their knees for me?

Shirtless.

Fucking hell, everything-less.

STOP.

I need to stop. Thoughts, stop it.

It's ok, I tell myself, as long as I stay quiet and polite everything should be fine.

Well, that's what I thought.

Until I felt an unfamiliar tickling on my face, which was weird because both Aero and Nick were focusing on my legs.

I lifted my hand to my face trying to find the cause of the weird crawly feeling, feeling something small and bug like brushing against my hand.

My entire body stiffens.

"You ok?" Aero asks.

No, no I'm not ok. But I didn't reply, all my thoughts had simply dumbed down to fight or flight mode.

There is no way.

Fucking nope.

I refuse to believe that there is a bug on my face. The feeling of thousands of tiny little crawling bastards beneath my skin raises all of my unwanted tension back from the dead.

Without moving my head, I gazed down at the two boys by my legs, trying to figure out how I'm going to do this.

I can hear the buzzing getting closer to my ear, leaving a trail of uncleanliness across my skin.

Do bugs shit on people?

I slowly lifted my hand up, waiting for the right moment.

I bring my hand across my face with full force, resulting in a sharp stinging sensation on my cheek.

"I-" Nick goes to say in shock but the bug beats him to it and lands on my stomach, forcing my body to jolt and contort, trying to get as far away from the creature as possible.

"Get off you disgusting bastard!" I yelled, swirling around.

The guys' eyes widened and they both quickly lifted their hands off me.

The bug flew and landed on me again, apparently the last straw for my body as it uncontrollably thrust itself into the air and off the table.

My shoulder crashed into the hardwood floor, the pain resulting in me letting out a rather unattractive groan.

Aero cursed, making his way over. I rolled on the floor holding the side of my arm, the sound of my heavy breathing the only thing I could focus on besides the sharp pain in my shoulder.

My sense of direction was completely fucked up and all I could see was black dots bouncing around my vision.

Giving in, I let the dots get bigger and bigger until my consciousness fell into a deep black hole I wish I could stay in forever.

Why is everything going wrong today?