Of The Captive

-Chapter 12-

Your name is John Egbert and you are having your first candlelit dinner with your boyfriend. Sure, you're eating spoiled fruit, in a torture chamber, and trying to avoid ripping Dave's stitches from where he was mutilated, but it counts. You and Dave finish the last bites of food and set the bowl aside. "Dave..." You begin to say something, but he hushes you.
"No. Quiet. I know what you're going to say. And yes, I am so sorry for pulling you into this. If we get out of this alive, I swear I'll make it up to you." He says, looking at the ground. You try again. "Dave..."
This time, he looks at you. "What is it?"
You reach over to him. "You must be freezing."
As he looks down at himself, you can see the understanding cross his face. He hadn't really comprehended that he was in nothing but his underwear. "Oh. Oh, yeah."
You tug off your Ghostbusters t-shirt and start to hand it to him, but he makes you take it back. "Dude, I'm not wearing that. My stitches, remember?"
You sigh. "Take my pants at least. You'll fit in those."
He grins, slightly bitterly. "I want in your pants, John, but not like this. Not with us huddling together on a cement floor, shackled to a wall, in the dark with nothing but a candle, awaiting our next tortures."
You can't help but smile slightly. "I didn't say I wanted you in my underwear as well. Just take the pants and put them on."
He takes them from you and tugs them on. Then he looks to you and smiles. This is the first time you've truly seen him smile since... well, for a long time. "John. Your shirt looks like a dress on you."
You smile a little wider. "Oh my gosh, Dave. You would notice that."
He reaches out and pulls you down on top of him by the wrist. He slides his hand under the edge of your shirt and begins rubbing your back, alternating between a hard, deep, forceful rub with his knuckles and a light, soft scratch with his nails that sends shivers down your spine and excites you in a way you've never really felt before. You close your eyes as a soft moan escapes from you. "Ohh..."
Dave grins and moves his hand down, pushing the edge of your undershorts out of the way. You moan a little louder as his fingers graze you. What is happening to you? You're shivering, your heart rate is through the roof, and all you can think about is how much you don't want Dave to stop doing that because it feels so freaking good. You twist your fingers into Dave's hair and let him continue, sighing happily and occasionally moaning when he hits a spot that feels especially amazing. You just hope that Bro doesn't walk in on this.