Lucas continued down the hall, his laughter growing softer, more erratic. The world around him had become a surreal blur, and he could barely focus on anything beyond the strange, twisted thoughts that flitted through his drug-addled mind. The pictures on the walls weren't just winking at him now—they were whispering, telling him secrets, making him laugh with their dark, inside jokes. He leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath between bouts of manic giggles,
As he turned a corner, Lucas suddenly felt Ryan's presence behind him, closer than before. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Ryan's flushed face, eyes wide and filled with something Lucas couldn't quite place—desire, fear, maybe both.
"What.....do you want?" Lucas asked, his voice unsteady, the words coming out slower than he intended.
Ryan hesitated, his gaze flickering over Lucas's face, then down to his lips. He took a small step forward, his hand reaching out to brush against Lucas's arm. "I… I just wanted to make sure you're okay," Ryan said, though his voice trembled, betraying his true intentions.
Lucas blinked at him, the hallway still spinning around them. "Okay?" he repeated, a bemused crazed smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Ryan didn't answer. Instead, he took another step closer, his body now pressed against Lucas's side. He could feel the heat radiating off Lucas, the uneven rise and fall of his chest. Ryan's hand slid down Lucas's arm, his touch light but deliberate, lingering just long enough to send a shiver through Lucas's drugged-out senses.
Lucas watched him, trying to focus on Ryan's face but finding it hard to keep his vision steady. "Why are you here?" Lucas murmured, the words feeling heavy on his tongue, almost as if they were coming from someone else.
Ryan's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing even more. "I wanted to see you." he whispered, his hand trailing down to Lucas's wrist. He leaned in, his voice almost a breath against Lucas's ear. "I wanted to finally be close to you."
Lucas's laughter bubbled up again, softer this time, as he shook his head, the movement making everything spin even more. "I don't understand why ,we have never met before. " he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the reality of the moment slipping further out of his grasp. The walls seemed to close in around them, the shadows deepening, twisting into shapes that weren't quite right.
Ryan's hand tightened around Lucas's wrist, grounding him, but also pulling him closer, into a space where the lines between reality and hallucination blurred beyond recognition. And in that moment, Lucas wasn't sure if he wanted to break free or simply let go.
Lucas sank slowly to the floor, the ground feeling oddly comforting beneath him as he sat down with a soft thud. The world continued to spin gently around him, and he leaned back against the wall, trying to steady himself. His laughter had faded into a low, intermittent chuckle, his eyes half-closed as he tried to focus on the figure crouched beside him.
Ryan knelt in front of Lucas, his flushed cheeks and intense gaze betraying a mix of nervousness and determination. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice trembling slightly. "I've… I've liked you for a long time,you probably never noticed me," he confessed, his eyes locking onto Lucas's with an intensity that felt almost desperate. "Ever since I first saw you. But with Kane around, I never had a chance."
His tone carried an edge of disdain, a sharp contrast to the affection in his words. "Kane's always been there, hasn't he? Always getting in the way, always thinking he's so much better than everyone else." Ryan's lips curled into a sneer, his resentment palpable. "I can't stand him. He's always acted like he's so superior, but he's nothing but a bully."
Lucas blinked slowly, the drug's effect making everything feel surreal and disjointed. He watched Ryan's face as he spoke, the anger and bitterness clear in his expression. The way Ryan spoke about Kane—it was almost as if he wanted Lucas to see him as the better choice, as if he was somehow proving something by denigrating Kane.
Ryan continued, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I've been waiting for a chance, any chance, to be close to you.And tonight I finally have such a chance. Kane always seemed to be right there, always taking up space, making sure no one else could get near you. I just… I needed you to know that."
Lucas stared at him, trying to make sense of his words . The world around him felt like a spinning carnival ride, but Ryan's confession cut through the confusion. He could see the sincerity in Ryan's eyes, mixed with the bitterness towards Kane.
"Why now?" Lucas managed to ask, his voice still slurred but with a note of curiosity. "Why tell me this now?"
Ryan's hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Lucas's face with a tenderness that seemed at odds with his earlier disdain. "Because now, you're alone," Ryan said quietly. "Kane's not here. I wanted you to know how I feel before he comes back and tries to push me out again."
Lucas's head spun as he absorbed Ryan's words. He looked up at Ryan, seeing the earnestness in his eyes and feeling a strange mix of amusement and curiosity.
"Do you really think that matters?" Lucas asked, his tone thoughtful, almost detached. "Do you think I'm just waiting for someone to come along and be 'better' than Kane?"
Ryan's expression faltered for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "I just wanted you to know the truth," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "To know that I care about you, and I'd do anything to be with you."
Lucas's head swam and he tried to focus on Ryan's earnest expression. As Ryan continued to speak, Lucas's amusement bubbled up once more, this time mixed with a sense of irony. He let out a sudden, light-hearted laugh, the sound escaping his lips in a slightly unhinged, disjointed way.
"It's funny," Lucas said, his voice tinged with both amusement and disbelief. "This is the second time someone's come to me, pouring their feelings about Kane." He chuckled again, shaking his head slightly as he looked at Ryan. "It's like everyone's obsessed with him."
Ryan's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, his eyes widening in surprise at Lucas's reaction. He opened his mouth to respond, but Lucas lifted a finger to Ryan's lips, gently pressing it against them to silence him. The gesture was tender, but there was an unmistakable firmness to it.
"Stop talking about Kane," Lucas said softly, his eyes meeting Ryan's with an intense, almost commanding gaze. "I've heard enough."
Ryan's blush deepened, and he nodded, his eyes locking onto Lucas's with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. The room continued to spin around them, but for a moment, the focus was solely on the quiet command Lucas had issued.
Lucas leaned closer to Ryan, his gaze unfocused but intense. "You remind me of someone," he said, his voice slurring slightly. "He has dark brown hair ,just like yours. Shorter than me, and kind of weak looking in a way."
Ryan, caught between curiosity and jealousy, absorbed every word, not knowing who Lucas was describing.
Lucas's fingers lingered on Ryan's lips, the drugs heightening his senses. He watched as Ryan's eyes grew darker with longing. The boy's hand held Lucas's firmly, guiding it to his mouth,his tongue darting out to lick Lucas pale fingers ."You can have me tonight," Ryan whispered finally ,voice thick with need. "I'm yours to do with as you please."
Ryan's fingers trembled slightly as he worked to unbutton his shirt, the fabric parting to reveal his flushed, sensitive skin. He took Lucas's hand and pressed it firmly against his chest, each beat of his heart rapid and eager under Lucas's touch. Ryan's breath came out in soft, shivering gasps, his eyes locked onto Lucas's with a desperate plea for his attention.
Lucas's gaze roamed over Ryan's exposed torso, the warm, smooth skin beneath his fingers a stark contrast to the chill of the night air. The boy's physical response—his flushed cheeks, the way he leaned into Lucas's touch—spurred an odd, heady mix of emotions in Lucas. Everything was amplified, every sensation, making the boy's vulnerability and eagerness seem both strange and intoxicating.
Ryan's movements were impatient, almost frantic, as he pulled Lucas's hand to explore further, pressing it against his bare skin. His fingers, eager and trembling, traced the lines of Lucas's hand along his chest, relishing the contact. "I want you to take control," Ryan breathed, his voice low and pleading. "For tonight. I'll be whoever you want me to be."
The intimacy of the moment made Lucas feel disoriented yet intrigued. He could sense the boy's arousal and desperation, and the feeling of power it gave him was almost as intoxicating. Lucas found himself absorbed in the sensation of Ryan's skin against his hand, the boy's frantic need adding a layer of excitement to the already heightened experience.
Ryan's fingers guided Lucas's hand lower, his touch urgent and trembling. He brought Lucas's hand to his groin, pressing it firmly against the hard bulge straining against his jeans. The heat of Ryan's arousal radiated through the fabric, making Lucas's fingers feel the rigid outline of his desire.
Ryan's breath grew shallow, his body shivering with anticipation. "Please," he whispered, his voice a low, desperate murmur. "Feel what you've done to me. I want you to know how much I need you."
Lucas, under the influence, felt a mix of detached amusement and curiosity. His fingers moved slowly, exploring the outline of Ryan's hard cock through the denim. Ryan's reaction was immediate and he moaned softly.
As Ryan's hand guided Lucas's movements, he pressed against Lucas's touch with a needy, rhythmic motion, his eyes locked onto Lucas with an intense, pleading gaze.
Lucas leaned in, his glossed gaze fixed on Ryan with a predatory intensity. He pressed his lips against Ryan's with a forceful, dominant kiss, his tongue sliding into Ryan's mouth with a commanding presence. Ryan's breath caught as he surrendered to Lucas's control, his hands gripping Lucas's shoulders for support.
Lucas's kiss was both fierce and deliberate, as if he were marking his territory. He pulled Ryan closer, feeling the heat of his body against his own. His hands roamed weakly over Ryan's exposed skin, exploring the contours of his chest with a firm, possessive touch. Lucas's dominance was evident in every movement, every brush of his fingertips.
He broke the kiss only to look Ryan in the eyes, his expression a mix of dark satisfaction and amusement. "You've been so eager," Lucas murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. "And you really think you can just offer yourself up like this?"
Ryan's eyes were glazed with a mix of pleasure and adoration, his body responding eagerly to Lucas's assertive touch. He nodded, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. "Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with both desire and submission. "I want you."
Ryan moved back gently, guiding him to sit against the wall, and settled between his legs. Lucas's eyes never left Ryan's face and Ryan took full advantage of the attention Lucas was giving him as he kissed Lucas hungrily.
Ryan grinded his ass on Lucas now hard and aching cock.Becoming more insistent when Lucas's hands roamed possessively over his body, guiding him with a mix of firmness and finesse. The rhythm of Ryan's movements pressed him closer, their bodies entwined in an intimate dance. Ryan's moans grew louder but it was overshadowed by the thumping of the music.
The vulnerability was stimulating. He leaned in, his breath hot and teasing against Ryan's skin before he latched onto his neck.
The bite was firm but not painful, a blend of pleasure and pressure that elicited a sharp gasp from Ryan. Lucas's tongue darted out to soothe the mark he'd made, licking in slow, drawn out strokes. Ryan gasped in pleasure .Each lick and suck was met with a fervent response, Ryan's body arching to meet Lucas's touch.
Lucas's exploration continued with growing hunger to relieve the pain that was starting to grow the longer he went without a release. He alternated between biting and gently sucking, his mouth moving with a rhythm that heightened Ryan's arousal. The intensity of Lucas's actions made Ryan's moans more urgent.Lucas hands moved to grip Ryan's ass, kneading it as he pushed it to move against his cock.
Ryan, his face flushed with a mix of desire and urgency, insisted, "I want to take you home,we can't do this here. Not with Kane around. Someone could come in on us any minute.Let's go to my house."
Lucas, still under the drug's influence, swayed slightly and leaned into Ryan's side, his breaths coming in puffs wanting to stop the pain ,his intentions clear. "I just want to keep going," he slurred, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "Let's just... do it now."
Despite Lucas's intoxicated insistence, Ryan remained focused on getting them to a more private location. "Come on," he said, guiding Lucas towards the door. "We can't do it here. I want you, but we need to get out of here."
Lucas reluctantly followed, his mind clouded and his movements unsteady. As they made their way to Ryan's car, he continued to express his desire, his hands reaching out to explore Ryan's body. "Just take me to your place," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of longing and impatience.
Ryan helped Lucas into the car, eager to finally be with the man he has been wanting for a long time.