The Daylighter Apprentice

Chapter 7 - I Tried To Infiltrate (Your Thoughts)

I emerge in the utility room and close the trapdoor behind me. Walking into the kitchen, I'm greeted by 3 faces painted with confusion.

"Where did you come from?" Tom asks, putting down the forkful of spaghetti he'd been holding.

"Uhh, the tunnels?" I reply, closing the utility room door slowly.

"How do you know the tunnels? And more importantly, why were you down there alone?" Morgan pipes in. All three stare at me, waiting for an answer.

"M-uh the trapdoor spider showed me. He walked me back." I say, sitting at the table and helping myself to a plate of pasta. It smells delicious and exactly what I need after the events of today. Nobody seems to notice my slight slip up so I relax and take a sip of the glass of coke waiting on the table for me.

"Well I suppose you'd have to have someone down there with you to navigate them." Chris says, pointing his fork in my direction.

"True." Tom agrees, nodding.

"Yeah, he said he was going to show me as it's part of the town's history. It was pretty cool." I decide to leave out the brawl between Matthew and Lucas so not to worry them. None of them ask any more questions and we finish dinner in relative silence.

"You played Cards Against Humanity?" Morgan asks after all the dishes are cleaned and put away. He produces a black box and puts in on the coffee table in the living room.

"Once. In college." I grin as I remember the night me and my friends got completely smashed and played this in my dorm in noting but our boxers.

"Fond memories?" Chris asks, opening the box and obviously noticing the grin.

"Oh yes. Wild night with the lads from my physics class. We were hammered." I laugh and Tom chuckles.

"You don't seem the type to get completely pissed." He says, handing us all 10 white cards.

"It didn't happen often. Just after a big test or on someone's birthday."

"Fair play. Chris, you can start." Tom nods his direction and Chris draws a black card.

"Right. I got 99 problems but blank aint one?" I look down at my hand of cards and try to find the best card. I smirk when I find it and place it face down on the coffee table. Tom and Morgan follow shortly after and Chris turns them all over.

"I got 99 problems but my vagina aint one." We all snicker.

"I got 99 problems but my sex life aint one. And who did this one? I got 99 problems but puling out aint one?"

"Me." I say proudly and Chris punches my shoulder.

"Good one. One awesome point to Dom. Tom, you're next." Chris says and the rest of us draw another white card. Tom picks a black card and clears his throat.

"What will always get you laid?" Without thinking, I put down my white card. That was an easy one. Chris takes a bit longer to decide and Morgan is last to place his card on the table. Tom turns the cards over and reads out mine first.

"Flying sex snakes will always get you laid." Morgan splutters out the mouthful of water he was drinking and Chris snorts.

"A micropenis will always get you laid. No, that's one sure fire way not to get laid. Getting naked and watching Nickelodeon will get you laid. Sold. Who played that?"

"Hell yeah!" Morgan declares, punching the air.

"Point to you, Morgan. Dom, pick a card."

I pull a black card and stifle a giggle.

"Why am I sticky?"

"Got a great one for this." Chris declares, smacking his card down on the table.

"Not as good as mine I'll bet." Tom challenges. Morgan puts down his card and I turn over all the cards, cackling at the first one I pick up.

"Why am I sticky? Concealing a boner." I pick up the next card.

"Why am I sticky? My collection of high tech sex toys. And why am I sticky? 72 virgins." We all burst out laughing and I wipe a tear from my eye.

"God this is going to be hard." I state, looking over the cards in front of me.

"Like the boner you're apparently concealing." Tom snickers and we all get hit by a fresh wave of giggles.

"OK, OK. I've chose. I am sticky because of my collection of high tech sex toys."

"FUCK YES! Told you I had a better one, Chris!" Tom jumps up and dances a bit.

"I'll beat you next time." Chris rolls his eyes. Despite the events of the day, I feel completely relaxed. It doesn't feel like I've only known my housemates for a few days; it feels like I've known them my entire life.

We play a few more round before Tom is declared the overall winner, with me close behind in second. We pack away the cards just before midnight and trek up to bed.

"Night guys." Tom calls from his bedroom.

"Night." Comes a chorus of replies as I close my bedroom door. I change out of my clothes and as it's too warm for much else, I stay in just my boxers and a loose fitting t-shirt. I close my eyes and replay the day in my head. I try to skip over the worst bits from inside the conference room and end up at the hug.

It's the tender side of Matthew that makes me attracted to him. The way he held me when I was in shock and the smiles that echo in his deep blue eyes. And then there's his looks. The tousled hair and angular jaw bone; it's just so hot.

A growing tightness in my groin notifies me of the bulge in my boxers. I let a hand wander down and moan quietly as my fingers brush the front of the fabric. I slide my boxers down and my erection springs free, sitting proud on my stomach. I grasp it in one hand and hiss, arching my back and pressing my head into the pillow. I close my eyes again and imagine it's Matthew's long fingers wrapped around my length instead of my own. The thought alone makes me impossibly harder and I start to tug in long, firm strokes.

I run my thumb over my slit and imagine his brunette head bobbing down to lap up the liquid that's gathering at the tip. I muffle my resulting moan with my free arm and thrust into my hand with a quickening pace. In my head, I see his deft fingers reach down to play with my balls as his mouth closes around my cock, teeth scraping the skin slightly as he fucks me with his mouth. I mewl in pleasure, toes curling in the bed sheets as I race towards my climax.

Sweat covers my body in a thin sheen and my t-shirt sticks to my chest as I writhe in the bed, hand pumping away as I gasp and moan, completely lost in the moment. I feel myself speeding towards my climax and picture Matthew in my head, hand wrapped around me and lips all over my body, kissing and sucking my skin.

The thought sends me over the edge and I open my mouth in a silent cry. I come all over my t-shirt but I collapse against the bed, too spent to bother with it. I lie panting for a good few minutes, recovering from my recent orgasm before reaching over and grabbing a few Kleenex to clean myself up with. I pull up my boxers and swing my legs out of bed, crossing my room to dispose of the tissues. Taking off my t-shirt, I toss it in my washing basket and change into a clean top to sleep in.

I crawl back into bed and curl up against the pillow, a content smile on my face as I close my eyes. The situation I'm in may be complicated and risky but can't I have just a moment where in my head it's completely and utterly logical and plausible?

Yes.

But it'll only ever be in your head though.

A spiteful voice hisses at me, unbidden. I frown and bat it away, focussing on happier things to try and ease me to sleep.