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Chapter 4:

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"What you doin' silly?"

He snapped up out his daydream, the alcohol wearing off but enough to keep a small buzz. His eyes scanned her figure like a lustmonger but he pretended it was solely because her outfit was nice. Though corey knew no matter how hard he lied to himself, it was because her cleavage was out on display and god damn he was weak.

"Huh?" He retorted smooth as butter. Looking at her blankly.

"I said what you doin silly?" She said making her way over, her hair dark and long, her eyes just as dark and enticing, hinting a plan, a ruse. She smelt of pheromones and lust.

"Well I was just sitting here-"

She cut him off with a kiss. They had been flirting for weeks with pointless words and even more pointless heavy petting. She broke off as she got close to his ear, sitting on his lap and letting him become to will of his crotch.

She whispered her plan as he smirked and his eyes went wide in eagerness.

That goddamn demon on his back always wanting to to taste flesh. His weak point.

Fucking washing away those dirty sins for a moment. Sucking , juices and orgasms.

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Corey sighed gently as he rested his head on his hand, as he watched Joey closely. Joey was fully emersed into the film, some shitty horror film to pass time that Corey wasnt really intrested in, yet funnily enough was his idea. It was getting late and Corey really didnt want to be here. Its not that he hated Joey. He didnt, he didnt think he'd be able too, ever.

But Corey didnt want to be here yet didnt want to be anywhere. He didnt want to be with his grandma, or his mom and sister, and he defeintly didnt want to be alone with his thoughts. He didnt know what made him turn back when he stormed out, as he stared at joey trying to figure it out. There was something, there was. He needed a clue that made it make sense. What about Joey made him do that?

Watching joey reminded him of what he lost as he felt the guilt knaw at him. Joey wasnt always a come round and fuck. They became close when they were about twelve, when corey moved back to Iowa with his mom, sister and at the time his moms shitty boyfriend. They were never best buddies at that time, but theyd play basketball in Joeys front yard from time to time after school and even on weekends. When Corey came back at fifteen, they remembered eachother and became best friends, going on holidays together with Joey's mom and hanging out all the time. It wasnt really until Joey was sixteen, a year after Corey returned for good, he told Corey he liked men, and of course Corey admitted to not being the straightest in the box.

A few months past, and soon enough at a party they ended up drunk and stumbling into a room together and it started from there, Joey really tried to push it, he'd beg him to come round and try his best to convince corey he wasnt in love with him, and they could totally be friends and just fuck, after he did, it became routine, but Corey was scared, so pushed Joey away friendship wise and became cold which also gave him a feeling of having power. Because Corey didnt want to be tied down, what happenes if he needed to run? Or go? And he didnt want to give his heart. Maybe yeah, Corey liked Joey a little more than a friend with benefits should, but corey couldnt bare the pain of giving his trust, heart and faith for it to be fucked with. He trusted when he was younger and were did that get him? And his girlfriend who he thought would last for a long time but turned out to be a few months hurt him, so badly. Joey and him had ended up having an arugment about is so at the time werent speaking to eachother, feeling like he had no one, he went and he took those pills, those fucking pills. He wasnt going to have whatever was left pulsating inside of him broken. He'd be a shell. And Corey wouldnt even know how to go about it. His mood changes were to sudden for his girlfriend to handle so why would Joey even want to handle it and he wasnt quite ready to stop seeing some of his other friends with benifits yet at least.