Zombie Boy - Kyle Spencer - American Horror Story

Chapter Eleven

The next morning I sat across from Madison and Kyle at breakfast. I tried to swallow my dry toast but I struggled. Images of last night flashed in my mind, blinding my breakfast. Kyle with his hands on my face and his lips on my neck and his body pressing up against me.

Madison was staring at me. She knew Kyle couldn't keep his eyes off of me all morning. 

"Kyle," she snapped and he turned his weary eyes towards her. "Kiss me," she commanded and he hesitated. He shut his eyes and she grabbed his face and pulled it close to hers. I almost threw up everything I had ate watching her press his lips against his. The same lips that were against mine the night before. 

I got up from the table and said, "I'm going for a walk."

"Jamie," he called out and Madison gave him a sharp look. "Be careful out there," was all he could say and then he looked down at his empty plate.

When I returned home I felt better, but still awful. Everything sucked. I wondered if I should leave. But I couldn't. Not without Kyle. 

I walked into the room and streamlined it to my bed. I caught a glimpse of Madison laying in bed. Kyle was sitting on the edge without  shirt on. I quickly rummaged through my things and grabbed a book, practically tripping over myself to get out of the room. I heard foot steps coming after me and I ducked inside a closet.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Don't cry. Don't. Cry. Don'tcrydon'tcry. Something had to be done. I couldn't live like this forever.

I felt hands on my shoulders and then a whisper in my ear, "I'm sorry about everything."

I turned around and Kyle was pressed up against me in the tiny closet. Only a sliver of light creaked through the door hinges. His eyes looked sad, his lips pouting. "I'm going to figure everything out okay? Just hang in there."

I couldn't help but feel horrible. When would everything be better?

Kyle pressed his mouth on mine. It felt good. It felt so right. His tongue slid down my neck and he bit my neck, I gasped. His fingers slipped under my dress and pressed against my underwear.

"Kyle..." I whispered, almost screaming once he pulled my underwear aside and slipped his fingers inside of me.

"Shh," he hushed against my hear. He thrusted his fingers hard. Find his mouth back on my lips, hungrily biting my lip. I reached forward and felt the outside of his pants.

"I want you so bad," he whispered against my mouth and I unzipped his pants and ripped them down. His boxers bulged, everything almost completely exposed. I slid my fingers inside and began feeling around. "Jamie," he mumbled pressing his groin against my hand back and forth.

"I don't want to wait," I stuttered, my legs trembling. 

"We-we can't - we shouldn't," he gasped, looking down at what I was doing to him. It only bad his fingers thrust harder and harder. 

Then he shoved me hard against the shelf and the shelves collapsed behind my back, his fingers still working and working and working. I couldn't stop myself from grabbing hard inside his boxers and pumping.

A loud moan escaped his throat and he buried it in my neck. "Don't stop," he breathed, he eyes squeezed shit as he quietly moaned into my chest, sucking on my collarbone. 

"I'm gonna..." I gasped and he nodded at the same time going harder until I almost screamed his name in that closet. 

We both came at the same time, collapsing on the floor of the closet. He held me tight, catching his breath, nuzzled into my shoulder.

"I fucking love you Jamie. I want to be with you so badly. I want all of you," he said planting soft kisses along my neck and ear.

"I don't know how we can be together. Not with her around."

"I've got a plan. 3 more days," he hummed in my ear.