Chemicals (ManxMan) (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One

Picture is of Connor

The trip was bad.

It felt like spiders were crawling on his skin and burrowing underneath. The air was thick and damp from sweat. Bodies moved together, causing more and more body heat. Fear coursed through his veins as he desperately tried to get outside. Navigating his way through the crowd proved to be difficult. But he finally made his way outside the house party; he took a deep breath.

The trip was beginning to end. As he sat on the curb outside the house, he swatted away the drug-induced spiders. On the outside, he must've looked crazy.

"Connor?" A voice called.

Connor looked up from his arms, only to be met by a familiar face; Mike.

"Hey," Connor mumbled, waving at the boy who had come up to him.

The boy, Mike, sat down next to Connor on the curb. Connor scowled at his friend.

"Bad trip?" Mike asked.

Mike scoffed, "You don't even know."

The two boys sat together in silence. The tree branches hitting each other made Connor shiver from the wind. It was chilly outside and neither of the boys had jackets on. They huddled together for warmth.

"Mike?" Connor mumbled.

Mike hummed in response, looking at Connor.

"I need to get my shit together." He said, head in his hands.

Mike nodded, "Yeah. You've been doing this forever."

Sighing, Connor stood up from the curb; Mike did as well. The taller of the two, Connor, smiled softly. In a comfortable silence, the two began walking back to the house.

Loud music boomed from the house. A couple stumbled out of the house, their lips locked. They were clearly drunk. Connor cringed; he hated physical affection. He found it disgusting.

As they walked back into the house, Connor began searching for a target. He separated from Mike, instantly forgetting the conversation they had just had. As he did, he spotted his target.

A college student, or so he assumed, stood before him, talking to a friend. He had blond hair and blue eyes; he had to be, at the minimum, a freshman or sophomore.

Walking up to him, Connor put a confident smile on his face.

"Hey," Connor said, looking the other man up and down.

"Hey handsome," The other man continued, "Got a name, stranger?"

Connor stepped closer, "Connor; you?"

"Jamie." He giggled.

Looking around the room, Connor draped an arm over Jamie's shoulders, asking, "Wanna go somewhere quieter?"

Agreeing, Jamie made a face at his friend as he followed Connor up the stairs.

Ascending the stairs, Connor patted his jacket pockets, making sure he had his product. The two made their way to a bedroom in the house; inside is where business would happen.

Once they were inside, Connor drew the curtains and turned on a lamp by the bed. He sat down on the bed, feeling the comforter under his fingers; the silky fabric felt nice.

Connor felt his nerves begin to fire up. He always got this way before a deal. Jamie noticed the nervous look in Connor's eyes. He didn't understand why the tall man was nervous; he seemed so confident on the outside. But the confidence was beginning to face; the façade had fallen.