CARNIVORE [MxM+]

Chapter 17 [Revised]

Riley Worthright.

I'M AWAKE, I THINK. I don't really know.

I'm floating, from dream to dream. A story swirls through my head, and every single time I wake up, I force myself to go back to sleep. I love my dreams. I live for them. I live them. Sure, Alexei and Xavier were great, and I could go on and on about how amazing they were, but they were also the reason I had to dream so much. I was bored because they were busy. Lame.

They're lucky I'm too lazy to move anyway. Sometimes I hated the fact that I didn't have a job, or hobbies, or friends, or much else. I needed something to do other than clean the house over and over again. 

I groaned, rolling over for the umpteenth time, determined to get back to a peaceful dream. I couldn't manage, sadly, due to last night's sweat making my skin stick to the sheets.

Last night was...

Remembering last night made heat rush to my stomach, making me ache for more. My hands twitched, threatening to wander south, but if I'm honest, I liked the thought of waiting even more. I laughed to myself. I guess it was time for a cold shower. 

More than an hour passed. I left the bathroom with nothing but a towel around my waist, not even moving toward my closet to grab something to cover myself. What a luxury to only live with your partners. I begrudgingly cleaned the bathroom and our bedroom for the third time this week, but not before making myself a pot of coffee to help cool my head. Coffee was like a drug to me at this point in life, and I yearned for it often. When I wasn't living for Xavier and Alexei, I lived for coffee (and dreams). 

I practically pranced naked around the house, using it to fuel my manic cleaning while I made breakfast and started a TV show in the living room. I don't even watch TV or eat breakfast, but sometimes I make it so the house feels more alive. I wasn't lonely, and I didn't feel that way, but I fucking hated the quiet. 

Knock Knock Knock

I jumped out of my skin. I said I wasn't lonely, so please leave. 

Knock Knock Knock

I wasn't used to visitors, so anything surprised me. I peered through the opaque windows that lined both sides of our front door and saw a blurry figure bouncing from foot to foot. Whoever it was, they were anxious about what they were doing. It couldn't be anyone we know, because anyone who does know us knows to text us before showing up at our front door. That, and they tend to yell at us through our windows. 

Who could it be?

My towel slipped slightly, making me feel exposed. Part of me wanted to ignore it, and the person wasn't knocking anymore. Yet, they weren't moving. Maybe it was important? I'd feel bad if it were. 

I made my way back to my bedroom and threw on a pair of Xavier's shorts and one of my own band t-shirts. The shorts were loose around the waist, making them sag at the hips. I hated tight clothing, so I loved stealing from him.

I went back to our living room and noticed the figure still hadn't moved. I sighed, mentally preparing myself to talk to someone I didn't know so early in the morning.

I took the TV remote from the couch and paused my show before going to the front door. 

I pulled open the door. A man an inch or two taller than me stood in my doorway, a letterman's jacket hung over his shoulders. The colors told me he was from GSU. His hands were in his pockets, and he was clearly fidgeting with them. I read the name embroidered on the front. 

Louis Crameo.

Louis was beautiful to say the least. His skin was a light caramel, making him a little lighter than me. He looked Greek, almost. His hair was short and tightly curled, and his eyes were a light blue.