Teenage Bones

Danger And Pleasure

The smell of bacon tempts me to open my eyes and see the bright bright light that floods through yellow-stained curtains and falls on the patchy wall behind me. Whining and rolling over, I try to find a place that comfortable in the new position. I will not move, I am soo comfortable. The last twenty-four hours flush back behind my eyelids which I respond to by groaning and hiding under the cover. 

"Gonna stay there all day then? You don't want food?" Tyler's smart ass attitude interrupts the near-sleep feeling that begins to wash over me. Without looking at him, I attempt to throw a pillow at him. Instead the whole bed I was laying on makes a thump as it hits the wall by the door. When I glance up, I see Tyler's shocked and slightly pale features.

"I can move things now," that's it. That's all I said to reassure him that I wasn't going to hurt him.

"I can see," he swallows, "did you attempt to crush me or was it by accident? Because if I didn't move-"

"It was by accident."

Then he laughs, it wasn't quite a full laugh but it was reassuring enough. "I won't wake you up for food again."

This time I do look at him as I chuck a pillow but Jace's cot launches itself across the room with it, missing Tyler and me by inches. Nothing broke, thankfully. Tyler pops his head around the door frame. "I have a feeling that's not meant to happen."

The cot could've had Jace inside of it. Shit.

"It's not- it's really not meant to happen." Slowly and carefully pulling the covers off of me and standing didn't affect any objects, so I opt to walk cautiously toward the kitchen, and luckily, nothing else flew out to attack Tyler. That was until I walked passed a shelf full of glass ornaments and they discided it would be in their best interest to try and hit me. I ducked in the nick of time and only got hit by one in the shoulder. Tyler got hit by six, in the arm, stomach, neck, hip, and back.

"I am getting the feeling you don't like me." Tyler rubs his neck, "just sit down and I'll bring your food out."

Sitting on the sofa was uneventful and Tyler placing everything in my lap went well too. Cutting the food and actually eating did not go so well, I swallowed three times before I ran to the bathroom to throw it all back up, faintly hearing Jace cry as things in the kitchen began to break on their own accord. Tyler ran in, Jace, in his arms and a shoulder keeping his phone to his ear.

"I'm calling Starr. She needs to be able to know what to do about this." He walks out of the room quickly, making sure Jace wasn't near me, even as he held his arms out to me to be picked up. 

Then I threw up again. Gross.

"... but she nearly hit me with a bed! Things have been flying off of the shelves- even the cupboard doors opened and plates are everywhere!" Tyler's voice echoed worry and panic as Jace began to cry louder. With every bit of strength I had, I had to hold the instinct to run to Jace.

"No, Jace is okay- no- she's not okay! She doesn't know what the hell is going on!"

There was a pause.

"What do you think! She's being sick- and she didn't even eat much." 

Loud pacing.

"Well, have you found a solution? I don't feel like dying of head trama any time soon! Things are literally flying off of-"

Tyler stops pacing.

"-staying here with me and Jace! She isn't a danger if she stays still but she can't-"

Silence.

"Are you sure? That seems kinda risky. And painful-" pause," no of cause I'll do it."

Jace quietens and I hear Thomas the Tank Engine on screen. Padding noise comes from across the floor and Tyler stands in the doorway above me with a straight blade that's meant for hair and a phone to his ear. Plonking himself on the floor next to me, I must've had a look on my face because he rubs circles into my back just as I'm sick again.

"I'll let you know if it works." And with that, he clicks off the phone and waits for me to finish puking my guts up.

"If the solution is for me to cut my hair, you got another thing coming," currently I was sat heaving over the bowl of a toilet, if I had to cut my hair, that's gonna happen.  Tyler chuckled slightly, although it was humorless and didn't supply any real emotion. I'm grateful he tried. 

"Have you ever been exposed to blood before?" Tyler asks, his voice low and still rubbing my back.

"Yes," laughing dryly, I continue, "so many times- you already saw the scars?" When I glance over at him, he just seems to pale drastically and his hand pauses at my back. Tyler places the folded straight blade on the floor and runs off, coming back seconds later with a pink glittery hair tie. Surprisingly, he ties up my hair for me, doing a good job for a guy. Settling in his spot again, he takes the risky move of closing the toilet lid and guiding me to sit on it. The chill of the lid rose through my bottoms. "Are you aiming to get sick all over you?" My stomach flips at mentioning sick.

He laughs and kneels in front of me, straight blade now in hand and it made me a little on edge since the last time I had the encounter with a blade. "Starr did her research and told me to try something, and no matter the outcome, just roll with it. Okay?" By Tyler's tone of voice, he was way more scared than I was- which put me even more on edge.

He flicked open the straight blade. "Do you trust me?"

"Not really! We only started talking before I got kidnapped!" A sting began to claw its way up my throat, "whatever it is, hurry up! I think I'm going to be sick again."

Without hesitation, he raised the blade to his neck and made a short, thick, deep cut.

"Esmé, taste it- or lick it- or something!"

I just stared in awe as the blood beaded together quicker than a second and began to run toward his collarbone. He threw the blade in the sink and it jerked me into a panic.

"What if it hurts!"

Currently, he's cupping the spilling blood down his neck, "it does!"

Being honest, the smell of blood wasn't a metallic one and held an almost cooked meat smell about it, warm and beautiful as well in the dark color. By now his neck was almost half covered.

"Please try it Esmé. You can't be around Jace if you are nearly killing me all the time!"

Reaching next to me and grabbing toilet roll, I wiped at the blood, and just as he was about to protest, my lips covered the wound. The moment I licked the cut, blood flowed freely into my mouth. Unlike the blood I had licked off of myself after a paper cut, Tyler's was amazing. It was like thick honey and pure energy flowed through his blood as well a thousand emotions and thoughts and feelings. It sent intense tickling feelings through my entire body and somehow I knew it did the same for Tyler. My hand flew to the other side of his neck, holding him to me. Hands slide themselves under my thighs and lift me to sit on Tyler while he's on the toilet instead, never letting us break contact. I began to suck on the wound, drawing more blood into my mouth, and Tyler groans in response, cupping my butt with both hands. At the moment, it just makes it better. When I fully sit on him, I feel a hard bump in his jeans which adds to my intense feeling as it was beginning to build. Somehow, we found a rhythm to grind to and we both were breathing hard now, sweating and gripping each other tightly.  Moans repeatedly fell from his lips and I didn't even feel awkward about not being about to reprecipitate them back. The more blood that flowed from the wound, the more the feelings intensified and more the smallest of touches made me react. My fingers felt his soft short hair as I gripped it firmly and felt myself edge toward something, Tyler could feel it too and-

The toilet below Tyler flushes and in shock, I fall off his lap, landing the floor. Jace stood by us, clapping his hands and laughing. "I is good boy!"

Panicked, I was going to rush Jace out so he wouldn't see me be sick again, but the feeling had completely disappeared. Tyler looks at me with messy hair and a shaggy smile. I picked up Jace and headed toward the sitting room, attempting to get my breathing under control.

"I'll let you deal with that." I hear a short laugh and see his head hit the wall behind him gently before I close the door.