Tip of the Tongue [BoyxBoy - Complete - CMS Bk. 1]

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

They were doing it again. They were following people and they didn't have a clue what they were doing. Well, Ren at least didn't know what the hell he was doing. Maybe Ashton had some plan made up in his mind—he seemed to be always coming up with a solution to their problems like he'd seen the future or something.

They'd fallen behind Regan and Darrien considerably because of their—

He wasn't sure what he would call it. It didn't feel like an argument. But now that he thought about it, their arguments had never really felt like fighting. He always got worked up though they never raised their voices.

Then he remembered the first time they met.

That had been a fight. He'd bit Ashton. That had been the first time he'd tasted blood. Vampire blood at that.

As they walked the path Regan and Darrien had taken, Ren thought heavily about what the two of them could possibly be up to. He was sure it was something bad.

The brush was wet. He hadn't noticed that everything was covered in a light dew. It must have rained that morning.

Ren was well aware of Ashton. Too much so. His body was locked up as he swore he felt Ashton's eyes wandering over him. He fought the crawling feeling spreading across his back and over his shoulders. The feeling felt like Ashton was running his fingers across his naked skin. Chills went down his spine, but he refused to shiver.

The forest was quiet. The crunching of leaves and brush beneath their feet was loud in his ears.

A burning started in his chest. He was floored by it and stumbled over his feet as it struck him in the sternum. His eyes widened as his hand flew to his chest. The heat bloomed until he felt it rising in his neck and that's where it stopped. His gut felt some of it. The thing thrashed. It was going crazy, but it wasn't hurt. This heat didn't hurt. It was just there, burning, and it was uncomfortable.

"Ren?"

Ashton grabbed him by the shoulder. The touch flamed the fire within him and he choked. He gasped for air as the heat rose higher, turning his head into goo.

He shook his head. "I'm fine. Just..."

He didn't get to finish what he was going to say because that's when he felt the most intense onslaught of dark emotion he'd ever felt. It was more intense than the mob at school. Though he felt there were less people present than there had been at the mob, their hatred was so strong it felt like a thousand people were crowding around him.

He was surprised when Ashton wrapped his arm around him. He would have pushed him away if his touch didn't actually relieve some of the pressure building in his head. He didn't know if the heat was because of all the swelling emotions he was picking up or if it had to do with something else. It had never happened before and he didn't know why it would be happening now.

He waded through all the cloudiness. The emotions hitting him like a bag of rocks let up for just a second. He took the opportunity, before it was too late, and pushed through to feel out what was going on.

He couldn't tell much since he didn't know how to use his power all that well. What he could sense was the big crowd of people in the area. They weren't necessarily angry right now. It was more so they hated something so much it had seeped into their everyday feelings.

The place it was coming from was nearby.

He pushed forward.

"What's going on?" He heard Ashton's voice, but he couldn't find the words to explain.