Lucas tugged a dark hoodie over his head.The night had come very quickly ,the last remnants of daylight fading into deep blue.
The sky was a adorned of stars, barely visible behind a thin veil of clouds, adding a sense of mystery to the night. The earlier tension between him and Kane had melted away, replaced by a quiet anticipation as they cruised toward Misfit's house. The sweet taste lingered on Lucas's tongue, a brief indulgence that had taken the edge off his nerves. He knew Kane was manipulating him with these small gestures, but tonight, he didn't mind. For once, the world felt simple, and he let himself sink into the moment.
A faint smile tugged at Lucas's lips as he bobbed his head to the slow, hypnotic rhythm emanating from the car's speakers. The music was a soothing balm to his usually chaotic thoughts, a rare moment of peace in the storm that was his mind.
Kane glanced over at him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Misfit throws a party at the end of every month," he said casually, his voice barely cutting through the music. "So don't be surprised by what you see."
Lucas met his gaze, his smile sharpening into something more mischievous. "Sounds like a good way to blow off some steam," he replied, his voice low, almost a purr.
As they drove through the darkened streets, the familiar townscape gradually gave way to a more secluded, almost eerie part of town. The lights of the houses they passed grew dimmer, the roads narrower, until finally, they pulled up to Misfit's house. It loomed before them, its windows aglow with the warm, inviting light of a party in full swing. The muffled thump of bass vibrated through the car, growing louder as they neared, promising a night of chaos and release.
Lucas felt a thrill shoot through him. It was his first real party since his family's death, and he couldn't deny the twisted sense of freedom that came with it.He wanted to truly experience his teen years as that of the movies he had watched with his sister ,when they were home alone.The thought made him feel like a normal teen going through their rebellion phase.
Kane brought the car to a smooth stop in the crowded driveway, cutting the engine. For a moment, they both sat in silence, taking in the scene before them. The anticipation was thick, the air between them charged with unspoken intent.
As Lucas reached for the door handle, Kane's hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with a firm, possessive grip. Lucas turned, caught off guard, only to find Kane's eyes darkened with a fierce intensity.
Before Lucas could react, Kane pulled him closer, his other hand snaking up to the back of Lucas's neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Kane's lips crashed against Lucas's in a kiss that was both demanding and punishing.
Kane's lips were relentless, claiming Lucas with a fervor that bordered on desperation. His breath was hot, almost searing, as he pressed harder, deepening the kiss until it was almost bruising. Lucas could feel the raw power behind it, the dominance Kane exerted with every movement, and for a moment, he relished in it. He returned the kiss with equal hunger, letting himself get lost in the heat and intensity.
Kane's grip on him tightened, his fingers digging into Lucas's skin as though afraid he might slip away. There was a possessiveness in the way Kane kissed him, an unspoken assertion of control that Lucas both resisted and craved. His own hands found their way to Kane's shoulders, clutching at the fabric of his jacket as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded.
The kiss grew more desperate, a fevered exchange of power and desire. Kane's hand slid down Lucas's side, gripping his waist with an urgency that sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. It was intoxicating, the way Kane made him feel—wanted, claimed, yet still free in his own twisted way.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing hard, their foreheads resting against each other. Kane's thumb traced along Lucas's jawline, his eyes dark with satisfaction and something unspoken lingering between them.
Lucas smirked, his eyes gleaming with that familiar dangerous glint. "Is that how you plan to start the night?" he teased, his voice a low murmur.
Kane chuckled softly, his breath still ghosting over Lucas's lips. "Just making sure you know who you belong to," he replied, his tone laced with possessive intent.
Lucas's smirk widened, the thrill of the kiss still buzzing in his veins. "We'll see about that," he quipped, pulling away just enough to push open the car door, his eyes never leaving Kane's.
As they stepped out into the night, the cool air hit them, a stark contrast to the heat that had just passed between them. Lucas adjusted his hoodie, casting a sly glance at Kane, who was still watching him with that intense gaze. The night was young, and Lucas was ready to lose himself in whatever chaos awaited inside Misfit's house.