Drugged Angel

⚠️Chapter 9⚠️

Trigger warning: masturbation.

I woke up from the sun.

The empty space beside me a bitter reminder of my elusive companion.

I let out a sigh, running a hand through my unruly hair. A shower was in order.

Standing up I made my way to the bathroom, pausing in front of the mirror. A ghost of a smile on my lips as I drank in the marks left on my body. I welcomed the familiar ache of scratches on my back.

The warm water soothed the throbbing of my muscles. Leaning my head against the wall as the water poured down my back, I closed my eyes.

A soft curse left my lips as my mind wandered back to Noah, which was expected.

I grunted softly as I felt my arousal. My eyes stayed closed as I gave myself a tug. My thoughts stayed on Noah, remembering every detail of his body. Every moan that came from his mouth.

I tangled my hand in my own hair. His name on my lips as the tugs got faster.

A shudder racked through my body as I came. My cheeks flushed slightly as I breathed heavily. Stepping back to let the water rinse my skin of semen.

I resumed my usual routine. Washing myself thoroughly, then spending time to brush my teeth.

My damp hair dipped in front of my eyes as I got dressed. A simple hoodie with some worn jeans. It was a weekend anyways.

Humming a gentle tune, I made myself a simple breakfast of toast and two sunny side up eggs. A much appreciated bitter cup of coffee as accompaniment.

***

After an enjoyable breakfast I went for a walk.

The rest of the snow had melted but it was still cold enough to need extra layers.

As per usual my thoughts drifted to Noah.

That boy would seriously be the death of me.

Letting my mind wander, I continued along the side of the road. Stopping when I saw a small grocery and duck inside, needing a refill of cigarettes.

A bell jingled softly as I opened the door, I stepped inside and glanced around. Making my way to the cashier, I gave him a polite smile.

"Any Malboro?"

I asked, taking in his buzzed hair, leading down to a shapely face and thin lips.

He shook his head and I huffed softly.

"We have Winston or New Port"

I nodded and pulled out my wallet.

"Two New Ports, please."

I watched as he pulled them out and handed them to me. After paying I thanked him and took the two boxes, tucking one into my pocket and opened the other as I stepped out. Moving to the side and lean against the wall as I put one between my lips, pulling out my lighter and protect the flame with my hand.

Taking a deep breath after I lit it, I relaxed and tucked my lighter back into my pocket. I watched the smoke swirl in the frigid air, relaxing as the nicotine took affect.

Voices drifted as people passed and I closed my eyes resting my head against the wall.

A chilly breeze came by and made me shiver, tucking my jacket tighter around me.

Slowly pushing off the wall I started walking, taking another breath of the cigarette. Brushing past people as I kept my head down.

I stumbled slightly when a small body slammed into me, causing me to drop the remaining of my cigarette.

"Shit I'm so sorry sir!"

The scared voice brought me back to reality and I looked down at the kid. He had short brown hair cut down to his scalp, tan skin the shade coffee. black eyes that were wide with trepidation.

I could see his hands shaking beside him, fear coursing through his body.

"What's got you in such a rush?"

I questioned him and I could see the fear in his eyes, making me pull him to the side away from the other people.

"Pl-please sir I need to go."

I frowned watching his panicked movements.

"Are you running from someone?"

He paused and then nodded frantically.

"I don't know what they'll do to me if they catch me."

I took note of how shaky his voice was and nodded, resting my hand on his shoulder and slid off my jacket; laying it over his shoulders, I pulled the hood up and walked with him.

"What's your name kid?"

He glanced up at me then answered quietly.

"Lukas."

I nodded and lead him to the end of the block, turning down a different road and walk with him back to my apartment building. It probably wasn't a good idea to invite a stranger to my home, but I felt the urge to take care of him.