Am I Going Crazy

(12) The Dream

❧Jonathan

The first night consisted of soft crying.

The third night consisted of sobbing uncontrollably.

The sixth night consisted of thrashing around and screaming.

The seventh night consisted of begs and punches towards the air.

But the eighth night...

The eighth night was different.

On the eighth night, I didn't wake up screaming. I didn't wake up crying or thrashing around. I didn't wake up in need of Corey's comfort or soft kisses. I didn't wake up feeling pathetic and helpless about myself.

No...

This night was different. This night was going to change the way Corey and I thought of eachother. This night would make me revel in ways I have never reveled in before.

On the eighth night, I woke up with my back arching off the bed as a loud moan escaped my lips.

I jolted up, looking around my surroundings warily...and suddenly took notice in the large disturbance in my pants.

"Jon?" Corey mumbled from the chair near my bed, and I turned.

Fuck. Corey is so hot. Especially when his voice gets all raspy like that. And looking at Corey's face made me recall the dream I had had just moments ago.

I was under him, my legs wrapped around his slender waist while he fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

I bit my lip, wishing that my little wet dream would become a reality.

"Corey..." I purr seductively, ignoring his address to me.

I didn't know what made me so confident all of a sudden. Maybe it was because I was fed up with having practically no human contact with anyone for so long.

I'm seventeen, and I haven't even gotten a blowjob from someone.

A dark look overshadowed Corey's features then, and it only turned me on even further. "Jon."

At that moment, I didn't think about what Christina did to me years ago. All I thought about was how enticing Corey looked sitting there, his hair tousled and his teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he watched me crawl towards him.

"Come here." I purred again, and Corey's eyes widened.

"Jon, stop it. You had a wet dream. Just go back to bed."

I pouted slightly. Why was he being hard to get? It's been a month since the first time he kissed me. Didn't he want me the way I wanted him at that moment?

My heart clenched with worry. What if he didn't?

"Corey..." I whined. "I want you."

"No you don't Jonathan. If we do anything you'll end up regretting it. I'm not going to put you through that."

My arms latched onto either side of Corey's chair, and he gave me an odd look.

The look he gave me was indescribable. It looked as though he was scowling with his head slightly lowered.

I knew he was trying to warn me with the glare he was giving me, but I ignored it.

"I want you."

Corey sighed. "Jon..."

I tried kissing him, but he turned his head. I tried again, and got the same outcome.

I sat back onto the bed, I couldn't even cover my disappointment. "Do you not want me?"

"Jesus Jonathan. It's just...fuck." he rubbed his eyes, "If we were to have sex, and you wanted to stop...I don't think I could."

"I wouldn't want to stop."

"You don't know that." He argued.

"I do." I shot back, "I want you Corey."

He looked away from me. "It's against the rules..."

"Oh cut the therapist shit already Corey." I tugged the hem of his shirt, "Kiss me."

And he did.

But as his lips captured mine hungrily, I knew we were going to do more than just kissing.

A/N: Ayyyyyyyy. I'm going to be making a part 2 to this for those of you who are comfortable with reading the sex scene up next. If you don't wanna read it, then skip it. You won't miss anything if you don't read it.