Trainspotting for a Heroin Dream

12. Double Trouble

*Chelsea POV*

"Well, I was waiting for something out here," the male said as he picked a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it in his mouth. He began to pat himself down before Chelsea reached into his back pocket and flicked his lighter. She cupped her hand around the flame and put it to his cigarette.

"Don't you mean 'someone'?" Chelsea whispered. He just smiled at her as he puffed away. Chelsea liked his smile, especially when he smoked; it turned her on.

"No." Chelsea's smile turned into a frown after he said that. She picked her coat up off the gross pavement and put it over her half naked body. She could feel the man staring staring at her, and he was staring hard. "Let me walk you home, honey." Chelsea didn't want him to walk her home, for she feared what consequences would come if she did. She opened her mouth to say no, but the man steeped into her face and circled his thumb on her lips. She closed them and planted a small little kiss on his thumb.

He slowly took his thumb away and placed it on her cheek. He began to stroke her cheek before he went in and kissed her. Chelsea didn't try to fight it, but she wanted to end it. The problem was that she didn't know how to end this...whatever it was. He transitioned to her neck and began to rub his hands on the back of her thighs. Chelsea was so hot that she could barely speak, only moan with questionable satisfaction.

"Johnny...Johnny, stop before we..." Chelsea moaned before he started to play under her trench coat again and brought his hands to her ass. He dropped them and brought them back up to the bottom of her skirt. He pushed her skirt up and started playing with her hips and panties. "Johnny, stop!" Chelsea pleaded as she tried to push him off of her. She really didn't want him to stop, but what would happen if they were to get caught? Word could get back to Zayn, and she didn't want that. At the same time, he wasn't here.

"Come one, you know you want to continue, baby girl," he mumbled as he pulled her closer and continued to kiss her neck. He moved her trench coat out of the way and wrapped his fingers around the sides of her panties, trying to slide them down. "Just let daddy finish, and then it'll be over."

"Johnny, I'm serious...stop!" Chelsea growled, trying to wiggle free before he pushed her against the brick wall and pinned her there. "Johnny, let me-." She couldn't finish her sentence as Johnny had put his hand in her underpants and began to rub his fingers in circles on her bush. Chelsea had started to moan again and didn't like it at all. He knew exactly what to do to convince her, as it was almost working.

"Mmm, you like it when daddy does that, don't you?" he whispered into her neck. Chelsea slowly raised her arm and pinched him on the neck, making him bite her neck. She quickly kneed him in his crotch and pushed him off. Chelsea tried to quickly pull her skirt down and get herself straightened out when she heard another familiar voice.

"Lovey, what are you doing? I told you to wait in the front for me." Chelsea looked up and noticed that voice and silhouette in a heartbeat. She ran towards Zayn and hugged him tightly. She was grateful that he appeared at this time, but highly confused. Chelsea opened her mouth to speak, but he put his finger on her lips. He removed it and walked towards Johnny, who was trying to stand back up and regain himself. Zayn pulled him up by his shirt so that Johnny could face him.

"Hey, man. You're gonna have to wait your turn," he said, smiling before Zayn shoved him into the wall and pinned him there, holding him by the front of his shirt.

"I was pacing around this area for these past few minutes and I could've sworn that she said that there would be no rides, buddy," Zayn said before punching Johnny. "You know what 'no' means, right, buddy?" When he didn't respond, Zayn got angry again and he punched him. "You have a mother, maybe even a sister or a daughter! How would you feel if I went looking for them and was looking for a free ride, hunh? You want me to visit mommy? Better yet, how about I visit your sister? I'm sure she would love that." Chelsea noticed a change in Zayn's voice and demeanor. It was like he had morphed into a different person, like he went from The Fly to Macphisto from U2's Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me. She walked towards Zayn and held onto his arm, hoping that he wouldn't go too far.