bloodbath;
ship ; jolinsky
summary ; blood fetish. ya dont like it, idc.
jack johnson's point of view;
I sat in the back of Dillon's car. We were on our way to a party that Dillon has been dying for me to go to.
I'm a shy kid, for a good reason though. I have desires. Wants. Aches. Yet, my aches are a lot, you can say kinkier than most. With nobody to share that with, I get shy and alone.
Dillon is the only one who knows my blood fetish. He understands what I get at, yet, he doesn't dig it.
"Yo J. I have a surprise when we get there."
I look up, fixing my white snapback.
"What's that Rupp?" I ask, looking at him through the mirror.
"A friend." He smirked at me, before parking by a house that was packed.
"Explain." I say.
"He is just like you." He whispered, looking at me with a smirk.
My eyes widened as I recall my fetish. Dillon chuckled, allowing me to sit back.
"No matter what, act like the big guy. The sexy one, like we practiced." Dillon mumbled to me.
Dillon taught me how to be more sexually active. Yeah, Dillon and I have done some sexual stuff, yet, we both have no meaning to each other like that.
There was a group of guys, all watching us exit the car. The song 'Swimming Pools' by Kendrick Lamar blasted. Good thing we were at an abandoned house. Dillon clapped hands with a few of the guys, bumping there chest. It was very dark out, the only light coming from the house.
"This is Sam. The host." Dillon said, nudging a guy.
"Hi." This 'Sam' said.
I nod my head at him, symbolizing a communication.
"Is this him?" A man asked, wrapping his arm around Dillon.
Dillon nodded. I kept a straight face, eyeing the boy. I bit my bottom lip, figuring out this handsome man was my new friend.
"He's a cutie. Hi, I'm Jack." He said huskily, holding out his hand.
I shake it, my eyes never leaving his.
"You got coke?" I say, letting go of the man's hand and turning to Sam.
He grinned at me, nodding his head.
"Let me put my jacket in the car." Dillon said, motioning me to follow.
I follow behind him, walking to the door.
"Good way to keep it sexy. Go for that guy." Dillon said as we both take off our jackets and chuck them into the car.
He locked his car.
"You look good." He said, patting my butt.
I smack his hand, a grin appearing on my face as we walked back as he laughed.
I wore a tight white tee with black skinny jeans. My hat was backwards and I looked great. Jack looked at me hungrily.
