Fantasy

chapter three

We reach my car, and I struggle to slip my bag off and throw it in the back seat. The boy's gradually becomes deadweight. It's not like he's big, he's definitely not. It's just I'm no fucking body builder.

I'm not though. I'm 5'5, so maybe shorter then I'd like to be but not "small".

I open the passengers door and sigh deeply, "come on, get in the car."

He shakes his head, still in the crook of my neck. I go to drop him but freeze. He's trying to push his submissive energy on me. It tastes sweet, almost like a vanilla cupcake.

I don't really like cake, I perfer cookies.

He whines when I move his head from my shoulder, his chest moving faster against my own. I finally get to actually look at him. Big cinnamon colored eyes, watering and pink tinted. Under them are dark circles. His face is thin and pale. He almost looks like Victor in the Corpse Bride, but younger, and in theory. He's so... sickly.

"You'll be a good boy and get in the car, won't you?" I smile.

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry." He whimpers out as I let him go.

I can smell that he's in heat, it gushes out of every pore on his body. I've got to get him out of here before he attracts every unbonded dom in this school. Like bee's to fucking flowers.

He slides off me, getting in the car. I shut his door and glance around the parking lot. Thankfully there's not many people out. I jog to the other side of the car and get in. Quickly driving out of the school parking lot.

This is ridiculous. I don't even know this kids name. Why the fuck didn't I ask that before I just decided to "help" him.

"So, what's your name?"

"Niko West." He whispers, sounding out of breath.

"My name's Desa." I glance over at him, he nods with closed eyes. Seeing his state of distress I feel the need to ask if he's okay. As if I don't already know what's happening. "You good?"

"I'm h-hot and..." He pants as I reach to turn the ac down.

"And, what?" I question, turning down a different road. He stays quiet, other then the sound of his breathing. "You should answer when someone asks a question."

"'m sorry." He sorta mumbles. I glance at him as he looks down, cheeks and nose turning a pink color. I wait for him to continue, my eyes back on the road.

"M-my... My thing... It, um, feels tingly," He whispered the last part, rushing his words.

"I can see that." I look over at him in slight amusement, seeing the small print in his loose beige pants. His eyes widen as he quickly goes to cover it with his hands, flustered face looking down.

"I'm sorry, s-so sorry!" He cries, hair falling to cover his face.

"It's gross. I don't deserve your help." He whispers. I look over at him as a tear rolls down his cheek. Maybe he doesn't, but that's not really up to him at the moment.

"Don't fucking apologize. I want to help Niko, so let me." I reassure him, reaching over and putting my free hand on his thigh. I squeeze his thigh and a small moan passes his lips and tickles my ears.

Good lord, this was a terrible idea.

I keep my eyes on the road, trying to keep composed. Every fiber of my being is telling me to just pull this car over and... Y'know.

But, I won't.

I'd be advantage of him. Even if he said yes, it wouldn't be consent. All his mind is telling him is to get fucked, it clouds every other thought and emotion. Everything about him right now is screaming, please fuck me.

I won't lie, I really want to. It's hard to keep my hormones under control when all the air in this enclosed space is filled with his.

"Ow!" I hear him whine. I look over at him and notice that my fingers are digging into his thigh. I pull my hand back as if his leg was made of molting lava. Great, great.

"Shit, my bad. Are you okay?" I glance between him and the road.

His eyes widen, dark wet eyelashes sticking together. He begins to shake his hands in the air, "I'm fine!"

He reaches for my hand and puts it back in place on his upper thigh. "Touch m-me however you want!" I glance over at him in longing, I'm sure his smell is playing a big part in my reactions. His eyes widen again as he immediately releases his hold on my hand, apologizing as he puts his head down.

I grab his smaller hand in mine, and holding it close to my lap. It's soft, his nails have chipped black polish on them. I keep my eyes on the road, realizing we're nearing closer to the house. And I'm more then fucking glad.

"Try and calm down. We're almost there." I note aloud. The finally realization that I haven't even told this kid where the fuck we're going hits. Why can't I think properly? I'm forgetting the proper response's to these situations.

"Yeah, um, okay." His eyebrows furrowed, glancing from our intertwined hands to the road.

I turn down a dirt road that leads through the woods. The sun flashes through the green pine trees. The sounds of birds chirping and the ac blasting almost annoying. Add on to that, the fact Niko could think I'm taking him to this death. Though with his heat, I doubt he cares.

The scent of him mixes with the pine smell coming through the ac. I take in a deep breath, the smell makes my eyes smile. When I focus again I see the big modern cabin sitting at the top of the hill. The sun glinting on the many windows, the whole place is basically lighting up.

The cabin was gifted by my rich father, who I hate. My family on the other hand, not so much. They forgave and forgot, they like him, I like his money. He can't buy my love but I won't deny the money his gives.

I pull into the long gravel drive way, speeding down the path. Coming to a slow stop when I see the familiar red car parked in the drive way.

Fucking great...

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