21 kisses (Creepypasta Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Heatstroke

The boy's breath was baited, held in his dry throat that host a carpeted tongue. It would be considered his own doing. He'd been on the run for too long now. It all went wrong for him at that mission. It went balls up and here he is in the burning sun, dehydrated and tired. Could he have felt pain his muscles would have ached, now they simply held a heavy feeling that caused him to fall to the ground for the umpteenth time. The tarmac road he'd been Travelling along the side to hopefully hitchhike a ride was hotter than the air and burned his hands, not that he cared as a heavy breath and rough cough left him. He'd became so lost on his run. Perhaps he should have gone straight home. The boss would have punished him for his failure....he might still punish him now; if he ever got back. Dear lord why was it so hot. He cursed below his breath, the heatwave had to pass soon. His eyes drooped and before more than a second had his face hit the dusty road surface and he passed out from heat stroke.
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(Hoodie's POV)
The sun was high in the sky above the road, my hoodie laid on the backseats with the gloves and mask, it was too hot to wear more than the plain blue polo shirt that was ruffled by the breeze rushing in through the open window of the car. Even though the air that flowed in it was stale. Of all fucking days. Toby's been missing for far to long. The operator is in a form of concern over the matter. After having me and Tim check the news to ensure he wasn't caught. I got the fucking marvelous job of doing a goose chase for him. Heaven knows where he is. I guess I know why. He must have seen this weather coming. It's disgusting to be in but unlike the others it won't kill me. Oh I swear. If I find him and he's fucking dead, I'm going to kill him again. The car huffed up sand from the side of the road. It was a stolen car from a few miles back. I kept my eyes peeled on the road. I'd been driving for three days straight at this point. He'd been gone for eleven fucking days. A few miles up I see something lain on the edge of the road. It's got ruffled brown hair and a mouldy tint from malnourishment to its skin. It takes a moment for me to see the striped hoodie wrapped around their waist and I instantly hit the break. Causing it to stop just before him. I get out. Kneeling down next to him and resting my fingers to his neck. There's still a pulse faintly. Though his breath is gone. He seems to have passed out from dehydration or heat stroke. I shake him a bit at first perhaps I can get him to wake up and breath again but nothing happens.
Damn this fucker.
I sigh, pushing him onto his back I rest my hands on his chest and push slightly, one two three....
Still nothing is really happening, he needs air.
I roughly peg his nose so the air can't escape and press my lips against his to blow air into his mouth. His chest raises a bit and I pull back for a second, he appears to breath out bit his pulse is still weak. I try against blowing to his mouth when suddenly he jerks below me, accidently biting my lip making me flinch back as he starts coughing and spluttering. Well thank god he's alive. I wiped the blood off my lip it's on a little bite like a tiny cut nothing to worry about. He was panting heavily. Sitting upright now he slowly turned to look at me as though he only just realised I was there.
"Brian....uh..."
"Hush, Toby c'mon in the car. Don't talk. Save your energy." I sighed, grabbing his arm and helping him up. I sit him in the passenger seat, opening the glove box and throwing him a bottle of water. It's a little warm but I don't think he minds as he eagerly unscrews the lid and takes a large swig of it gulping it down. Glad I got that now. I'll have to check him over for any injuries since he can't feel pain but I'll do that when we're not in the middle of no where. I can finally head back now. That's great, I'll get to be back with Tim soon. He leans back in the chair relaxing at the breeze that comes from the window. He pants softly and shifted.
"Are you tired?" I asked.
He shook his head, "No.......no..."
His response wasn't convincing but I said nothing. Focusing on the road.
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(Toby's Pov)
My mind's a little cloudy and my vision is still blurry but I try to relax in the chair. I don't want to think about what my wait for me back home. I can't tell if he's mad at me or not, I feel more on edge at this point. I want to turn the radio but I dare not move from the seat. The sun soon dips below the sky but the car remains hot and the windows down. I shift on occasion and grind my teeth nervously. Brian pulls over suddenly into the car park of a motel. I look at him. "why did you stop..."
"To check you for injuries."
"I'm fine."
"I found you sprawled on a road not breathing and barely any heart beat. You drank like you'd never drank before. So no. You're not fucking fine. "
He sounded pretty mad at that, I looked down. "Uhm...."
He sighed, shifting over he pushed the stuff off the backseats. A body, that he chucked into the boot and covered with the rest of the litter shifting his hoodie to the side. "Back here. Now."
I didn't argue, crawling into the back of the car to sit next to him. I remained as still as possible as his hands ran over my body checking for injuries. His fingers were light like little feather and they made me shudder. I squealed in surprise when I felt his fingers brush down my spine towards my ass. He raised his brows at me as though the placement of his hand wasn't weird. I scowled a little as I looked at him. His hand hadn't moved. He best not be planning on teasing me. I fucking hate that. Its not my fault I've been out for so long. 'Don't even think about taking your annoyance on me I didn't ask for you to come.'
"You have a scratch running up your back, it's not big but it's got a lot of fresh bruising around it...looks like you've been whipped by a couple of tree branches." He sighs and moved his hand away.
He checks my elbows and knees for grazing which there isn't any except on my hands and a little on my left elbow. Since I felt towards my left side. He's not really a doctor but has probably the best medical advice out of the three of us. He knows how to bandage a wound and treat an infection so that's gotta count for something. He  normally knows if something's serious or not but he's no expert. I tilt my head as he inspects my legs and moved back up to my chest. I let my mind wander its easier not to think about his hands on my body than to worry about if it's necessary. Though I can't help but think, his hands have had practice at the crevices of a body. If he knows his way around in a checkup then I'm certain he knows what to do if he wants to be sexual. I shudder at the thought. Not a very good thought to have at this point, especially since when I woke up from the road side. I pratically woke up to him kissing me. I furrow my brows. Couldn't be. Not a real kiss. One of those CPR things right....I mean it felt.....well I was coughing and retching on air. Perhaps Im over thinking. Maybe I'm dillusional. There's nothing there.
"Toby.."
His voice breaks my train of thought and I look at him. "Yeah, what is it?"
"When did you last eat...."
"Uhm....two days ago I think..." I mumbled, it was a while back closer to civilization stole something.
He sighed, shifting about in the car for a moment. There's a wallet in the glove box. He looks inside it smiling before looking at me. "C'mon. We're gonna stay the night here. I'll get you food. What do you want."
"....don't care really." I mumble.
"waffles?" His voice is teasing.
I look up a little glaring at him. "Not. Funny."
"Aw. Jokes old now...Hm okay no more wa-"
"I didn't say I wouldn't eat them ever. " I snapped, god damn this joke. I think I know how Tim feels with the whole.....cheesecake fat Joke thing.