Am I Going Crazy

(9) "Closure"

❦Corey

"Corey..." Jon moaned breathlessly, his nails drawing patterns down
my back as I nuzzled his hair. I inhaled his heavenly scent. The smell of cigarettes, soft conditioner, and sweat filling my nose. The smell of absolute perfection.

"Fuck!" I groaned, my thrusts growing less synchronized as I began to reach my peak.

"C-Corey..." Jon clutched at my bare skin, moaning when my lips found his neck, "I'm gonna-"

I quickly jolted awake, his mumbles and sweet nothing's against my skin still dotting around my brain.

"Oh my God..." I tried to shake the feelings that were rushing through my body, but that only enhanced it further. To the point where I couldn't deny it.

I just dreamt about making love to Jonathan Davis.

"Fuck!" I shouted, running a hand down my face. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I felt so filthy. The fact that I was having these continuous fantasies and dreams essentially made me a pedophile. I was no better than the woman who had raped Jon years ago.

I ripped the covers off my bare body, in search need of an unwanted glass of water to clear my head. But even then...that warm, nauseating cup of water couldn't shake my arousal.

Dammit. The worst part about the dream was that I was supposed to be his therapist, not his lover. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way. I had promised myself that I would do everything that revolved around him.

No idiot, I thought, The worst part is that he's a fucking minor!

I slammed the cup against the counter angrily. Pedo...

If my feelings grew any more apparent, someone would eventually notice, and then I'd be arrested.

The best solution for this would be to quit sessions with him, but I knew I could never bring myself to do that. Jonathan was like a butterfly with broken wings. Right now, I was slowly mending his wings back together. If I were to leave him without any warning or explanation, I would be  ripping his wings off unmercifully.

I could never do that to him. I loved him too much.

Wait, what the fuck!?

Oh my God...I'm so fucked.

I tried shaking the thought of touching his soft skin away, but it only made my arousal grow. And much to my dismay, I found myself getting lost in the thought of holding him against me, while deliciously making him mine in the process.

The thought of it was addicting. Hell, the thought of Jon in general made my heart race, and my body shake with anticipation.

I subconsciously smiled. He let me call him Jon. "I don't want to remember that name as something bad. I want it to be known for something more meaningful." The fact that he let me call him Jon gave me the impression that he trusted me now. And that meant I was helping him with his condition, while fueling my feelings for him at the same time.

Just then, my phone buzzed against the countertop, and I hastily picked it up.

I didn't even bother to read the contact name. I was desperate for a distraction at that moment.