The Secrets Behind Them

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{⚠NSFW⚠}

It's a fresh new day. The four of us spent the night at Tahain's mansion. I had hid in my room for the rest of the night, feeling exhausted from the day. Matter of a fact, I fell asleep around twenty minutes after I woke up and met Tahain. At the moment, I'm waiting outside of the bathroom between my room and another room.

I roughly rub my eyes, I only woke up five minutes ago and I need to pee. The person in the bathroom is taking forever, it's most likely Arthur. I yell at Arthur through the door, getting a pestered groan back. I comb my fingers back through my hair, looking down at my body. Oh shit, I'm only in boxers. I immediately hug my bare skin, feeling exposed. Now I understand why I felt so cold, I'm pretty much naked. From down the hall, a creak of a door echoes. I turn my head to the left, where I heard the noise.

Down the shadows of the hall, I spot a door opened wide. The walls surrounding the door appear to be scorched in some places, creating an eerie atmosphere. Chills run down my spine, but I still manage to feel drawn to the sight. My foot slides along the cold wood floor, edging me closer to the door when I lean to my left. What...the hell? I pull my other foot even closer to the open door. My eyes squint, trying to see better into the darkness. I drag my left foot passed my right, getting even closer. My arms release my chest, I'm close enough to this door to see inside of its room.

Along the edges of the doorway, the wood looks torched, and so does some of the walls of the room. From what I can see, old, broken, toys are scattered among the floor. There's not much light in the room either, making the already dull walls look even more faded. I choose to step forward again, but when I slide my foot along the floor, my bare foot taps the freezing edge of a red-stained bar. I stare down at the object for a solid minute, trying to piece together what I'm finding. It's probably nothing, yeah, it's nothi-

A hot hand glides along my waist, scaring me out of my wits. I let out a squeak, whipping my head around to find Arthur holding me from behind. Instead of hopping away from Arthur, I give into his comfortable warmth. I don't mind his body heat, we've cuddled and done that gay shit a million times, yknow?

"Sorry for taking so long in the bathroom," Arthur slides his other hand on my stomach, "I needed a shower." Ah, fuck. I know exactly what this dude wants right now. I think not, though. I told him that we can't do anything like that with Sonya around. Nope. Nuh-uh. And on top of that, we're practically in a stranger's house. I glance down at the palm resting on my bellybutton. Ugh.

Bad habits prevale, I guess.

Without a second thought, I twist my body around and push Arthur into the door next to us. He gives me his classic weak eyes when I press my fingers into the soft flesh on his chest. I'm not gay, but I definitely find the most pleasure when I make Arthur's stomach turn into butterflies. I reach up behind his head and take hold of his wet hair, then yank on his hair to bring his head closer to mine. A gentle noise escapes his throat and I shut him up by pulling my lips to his. Just a split second later, I can feel Arthur wrapping himself around me and then swapping our places.

My back is shoved to the wall. The motion shocks me, I release from his mouth to breathe and look him in the eyes. Arthur isn't usually rough with me, I'm the one who gets rough with him. I can feel his hand already reaching down my boxers, his fingers are holding my back end and aren't going to move anytime soon unless I change the position. And by my boxers, I really mean the boxers that I stole from him the first time we did stuff together. I gaze over Arthur's bare skin, seeing all of his freckles pop out next to his light skin.