Addiction ( BL )

Caught Off Guard

'I'll take these'.
Timothy thinks to himself.

As if anybody would notice if these black dreams were any importance to anyone, just mysteriously disappeared.
He sneaks through the misty chilly nights.

Nobody knows his presence just like he likes his mysterious idenity. He might live a normal life but his closet is full of bottled nightmares. It keeps him at peace knowing the nightmares that frighten other people to throw them out, he can make them re-useable again, for his harmless addiction. It brings him a feeling of being on top of the misery of the world.

On the other hand, Joseph throws out his nightmares, very skeptical of them being taken out of the trash although they always seem to disappear by the morning but not by the nightmare collecters. He shrugs the thought off his shoulders and throws the jars of nightmares into the dumpster. He walks back to his porch and opens the door, letting himself in.

He tip toes up the steps before his overprotective parents realize he's been outside and unlocks the door to the left of the staircase to let himself into his bedroom. He closes the door lightly enough to not let any suspicion arise. Joesph sighs and flops onto his bed with his shoes on. He rolls around with a heavy heart.

He kicks off his shoes and let's his feet be too short for them to hang over the edge. How he wished nothing in life was wrong, but everything was wrong.

Timothy quietly sneaks through the cold and dreary streets collecting his addiction.

He carries a plastic bag over his shoulders with light jars of the worst dreams you possibly could ever come by in which he takes pleasure in experiencing. He sees a light switch on in somebody's bedroom which of course has to be on the second level of their house. He stares at the light for a good moment through the bedroom from his ground level, curiosity crawls upon his shoulders.

He shakes his head knowing what he's about to do is a bad idea but he can't help it, who's even up at this time of night? He walks towards the side of the house which brings him closer to the lit up room. He looks around and finds a nice private spot to hide his bag of nightmares. He places it down gently knowing how easy the jars are fragile enough to break and leak his hidden addiction to nightamres.

He looks up at the light again, a suspicion creeping up on him and wondering if climbling the side of the house is a good idea. He shrugs off his doubts and walks towards the lit up window. He observes his surroundings and cooks up a plan on how to scale the wall to take a quick peek.

Joseph lays backside on his bed and stares at the celing with a heavy mind. If only he wasn't cursed to nightmares and have regular dreams like everybody else.

He just wished he wasn't so screwed up and a burden on his parents. It was kind of hot and stuffy in his room. He gets out of his bed and truds to his window. He opens the window a crack and breaths in the crisp fresh air. He takes off his shirt and throws it aside onto the already messy floor.

His back is turned towards the cracked open window and a breeze grazes his back. He yawns and stretchs. He jumps back onto his bed, laying down belly side up with his bare back towards the window, trying to catch another crisp breeze. His face in the pillow, he breaths in his own scent. He closes his eyes, dreading another nightcare coming his way, not bothering to flip off the lights in his bedroom.

Timothy grabs ahold of the edge of the house and steadies himself. He's not prepared to fall and end his addiction to nightmares. He scales the house, grabbing onto the ledges of the house giving him support.

He was very gratful this house of the many houses he chose to scale was basically built.  He reachs the window in no time, thanking whatever was up there people called god, he hadn't fell yet. He grabs ahold of the window ledge and rests his chin on the ledge, peeking into the well lit up room, unlike his room.

His eyes weren't prepared to see what they were about to see. His eyes widen, then relax with a raging boner. His eyes gaze upon a boy, just like himself. A pale back, laying belly side up on his bed, feet too short to touch the edge. His pale back was speckled with moles like the star scattered sky on clear nights, unlike tonight. He felt his lips curve into a smile. His hair was nicely styled with a messy touch, a dusty blonde. His pants were still on which disappointed Timothy but the curve of his back leading towards his nicely shaped arse was everything Timothys eyes wanted to lay on. He wanted to bring this boy everything he could ever want. A child like giggle escaped his lips unexpectedly.

Joseph snorted into his pillow and slowly began to pick up his head towards the sudden sound, coming from his window.

Timothys sense of caution was alerted and he began to scale the house down of a beautiful boy. He slipped a little down, thankfully not falling to his death. He quickly jumped down to the safety of the ground and rushed towards his hidden bag of nightmares.

Joesph climbed off his bed and walked towards the window.

Timothy grabbed his bag, not so quietly enough for Joseph's ears. He scurried off into the night, cursing himself for letting another boy form a boner and letting out a girly giggle which almost but thankfully didn't let him get caught peering into a window like some creep.

Joesph peered through the window and watched a dark, tall figure scurry off into the night holding onto a bag, slung over his shoulder, into the misty refreshing night.