I Hate You (Everything About You)

Desires

You ate some dinner then went to bed immediately. You knew Dirk was going to start nagging you about John so you went to bed with out even bothering to say good night or have your bed time apple juice. You heard Dirk go into his own room. 

When you checked out your bed you realized Crocker's scent was still there. Most of the smell came from the left side of your bed. You checked your pillow and noticed that his scent was still there too. His scent.... It was really soothing to you for some reason. The sweet scent soothed your grumpy face and made you feel... nice.

You began to think about him again. You thought about his nude body you peeked at earlier, the way he'd tease with you, the many ways he'd say your name... You started to have dirty thoughts about him. You remembered the way he'd moan and ask for more in his own way, the way he easily submitted to you and let you take full control, the way you did anything you wanted to him and his body. You liked this sensation of power. That really got you going crazy. You really want to fuck him so badly. You want to see what other things you can do to that nuisance. You want to find ways to make him beg for you, to make him really submit to you, to make him yours and yours alone. 

The fact that you despise him makes you want to punish him hard.

You laid down on the bed and sniffed the pillow John used. It really did smell wonderful. His scent was making you think up more and more ways to kink things up with him. God you want him. You want him and you're pretty damn sure he'd want you too. (even if it isn't anything "romantic") You hate admitting any of this but it's true. SO true that it hurts. 

Crocker was right. 

You really are perverted.

You decided to go to sleep so that you wouldn't think more of that fool. That was a bad idea. You ended up dreaming of more kinky shit to do to him all night. You even masturbated in your sleep. Some gentleman you are.

You woke up the next morning with your bed a "mess." You groaned at your sheer idiocy and stupidity. The scent of Crocker wasn't even there any more. (What a shame...) You got ready for work, put your sheets in the laundry, said good bye to Dirk, then headed off to work.

You hope you don't see Crocker today...