Silver & Gold (Scomiche)

Closed Off

He didn't bother wasting time to even switch on the lights as he pressed the body against the wall of his bedroom.

He needed a distraction, something to remind him what it felt like to be this close to someone. They stumbled around looking for the bed, tumbling onto it when they finally located it.

He needed to feel SOME control, needed it. He gripped fingers into skin, pressed hard and fast into the willing body. The moans, the attempt to "talk dirty" were completely lost on him. He wasn't doing this for fun, he was doing it for release.  The man was eager enough and encouraged the rough treatment.  He gladly obliged. He was thankful for the darkness and once his eyes adjusted he had quickly closed them, not wanting to see the strangers face, but another entirely.

It took him awhile, but he finally found release and they lay next to each other in the dark for a moment each catching their breath.

They both threw their hands over their ears as a resounding crash pierced the silence. He quickly pulled on his boxers and switched on the lamp, searching for what in the world could have been the source of that sound, but he found none.

It was enough to freak out his ... guest, and after a few awkward laughs he was once again alone. As he headed towards the bathroom something on the floor caught his eye. The green stone shaped like a star... somehow it had fallen from it's spot on the shelf and broken apart into smaller pieces.

He carefully picked up all of the fragments, still trying to determine what the heck could have made that noise. As he stood he looked at the emerald sphere, still exactly as he'd left it, except something was different.

As he touched it, it fell apart, revealing a jagged crack down the center splitting it in two.  

"What the hell."

He grabbed the remnants of the stone and added them to the contents of his other hand, He didn't know why, but he just knew it meant something bad, something wrong. He meant to drop the pieces in the bin on his way out of the room, but at the last moment he changed his mind and set them on his dresser next to the purple bottle.  He didn't know why he wanted to keep them, he just did.

He lay in bed that night staring up at the ceiling, remembering the amazing feelings he had been left with after his dreams the night prior.  For once he opened himself up to them, hoping to feel something once again.

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"Guess what?"

The fae let out a sigh as he shook his head. "You and your guessing games."

Scott rolled his eyes dramatically. "This is important. My parents are leaving in a couple of hours. They'll be gone alllll week."

The boy obviously didn't quite understand. "I am sorry. Did you want us to camp until they come home?"

Scott made a face. "No... Babe, they won't be home. I have the house to myself."

He tilted his head trying to follow, but missing his intent.

"You can stay with me. You can stay in my room with me. We can play playstation and watch movies and I can show you the internet."

Finally a smile lifted his lips. "You've shown me the internet on your phone."

"But this is better! Come on. Please? It's only for 5 days"

"I will have to give an excuse for my disappearance, but I do not think it impossible to accomplish."