In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 5-

A/N: sorry for the cryxken… I hate it but it builds it up yo, get what I’m saying ;P

[cry’s p.o.v.]

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“I hate you… but… why do I… need you?” I slam Ken against the door of the storage room in the library. He grins maliciously, and when I look into his eyes, I only see darkness and lust. My mask clatters to the ground as he reaches behind me and tugs the knot undone.

“You love what I do to you. Oh, the things we’ll do tonight… I can’t wait. I’ve missed your touch, your face under the mask,” Ken says with a large grin, and I shrug, my shoulders rising and falling. Each breath is harder to get out. I hum deep in my chest, and he smiles even wider, but it isn’t a nice smile. He slips his hand under my shirt and his cold fingers brush against my neck.

“Ken…”

“Loose the hoodie, Cry.” He grabs the sleeve of it and nearly rips it off of me. The fabric tears a little, but not too bad.

“My brother isn’t asleep-“ He hushes me, and I immediately stop talking.

“The shirt should go off as well... just get rid of all of your clothes…” His face is so close to mine that we’re breathing the same breath, and somehow now I’m the one that’s pinned against the wall separate of the door, shoved against a rack of cleaning supplies. He squeezes my shoulder so hard that I know it’s going to bruise. Ken smashes his lips against mine, all taking, little giving. We get lost in the movement of each other’s mouths, hands that roam everywhere. For some reason… it doesn’t feel the same.

As I kiss Ken, I think of Felix. I think of what Felix Kjellberg, my Pewdie, would do if he walked in right now and saw us this way. He would be angry, and disappointed, but I’m not really sure why.

I tug away with a gasp, searching for breath and finding none. Ken looks confused for a second, before grabbing my shoulders and again pulling my lips back into his. I try to clear all of my thoughts of my childhood friend and enjoy this, but for some reason, I can’t. A small knock at the door saves me from this.

“Cry, are you in here?” Nate’s small but strong voice comes from outside the storage room. I pull away from Ken, but his fingers still slowly trail down my spine. Putting back on my shirt hurriedly, much to Ken’s disapproval, I step over to the door. Ken frowns and crosses his arms.

“Nate… you can come in.” I push Ken away from me, who was trying to wrap his arm around my waist, acting like a territorial asshole. He bites his lip angrily, glaring at my brother who pushes open the door.

“Oh, I remember you, Nate. You’re Cry’s little brother.” Ken laughs but it isn’t a nice laugh. He obviously wants my brother to leave so he can have his way with me. “Do you mind? Me and your brother are kind of… busy.”

“It’s your brother and I, uneducated swine, get your grammar right,” Nate growls, fists clenched, and I flinch. As much as I suddenly wanted away from Ken, it won’t help to anger him. “I came in here to tell you that I can hear your disgusting moans and Cry’s yelps of pain every single damn night and I want you to leave my brother alone.”

“Excuse me?” Ken takes a step toward my brother, and I push myself between them. Ken knows whose side I will take if it comes to that. My brother is everything to me. “What did you just say to me, brat?”

“I said stop giving my brother bruises and get out of my home.” Nate steps aside, motioning for Ken to leave. For the first time in years, my brother grabs my hand and squeezes it. I feel strangely touched by him standing up for me.