Save Me

Chapter Six

We were happy, in the beginning. But even then, I couldn't remember how it felt, what it was like, what he was like. I swear, if we didn't have the same face, I'd have forgotten what he looked like a long time ago. My own twin, and I could barely remember him.

I stopped myself. I didn't want to sink that deep. I couldn't handle it.

So I reached into my pocket and texted Hedley:

come over. now.

I sent it quickly.

yes yes yes omw hottie x

He replied faster than I thought he would, and the next thing I knew, he was knocking on my door. When I heard it, I opened the door and dragged him inside without saying a single word. I grabbed him by his shoulders and tossed him against the nearest wall.

"Is daddy horny?" Hedley joked.

"Never call me that again," I demanded, slamming him against the wall another time. He looked a little shaken, but the smirk I noticed twinging on the side of his face let me know he liked it. And even if he didn't, I doubt I would have cared.

Sometimes, during sex, I'd completely forget about the other person, their pleasure or pain. Sometimes, I'd enter a world where I was the only person that ever existed. Four white walls, I'd imagine myself within. Trapped, eyes closed, feeling all the pleasure overwhelm me. But I'd open my eyes again and I'd see the other person there with me, and then I'd remember, and I'd get bored.

But in that moment, Hedley was right there with me, in our own little world, in my fucked up four walls. I knew that Hedley was mine, or more mine than anyone else had ever been. But I couldn't tell him. I couldn't show him. Not yet. So I forced my lips over his, my hands in his hair and up and along his body. He reacted to me quickly, pressing his tongue into my mouth, his hands drifting down my back to cup my butt and reach around to the hem of my trousers.

Suddenly, I yanked him off me and threw him down to the floor.

"You're really into this kinda stuff, aren't you?" he asked, sitting up on the floor. He looked a little pissed off, but I didn't care.

"What stuff?"

"Throwing me around like a rag doll, being all rough and rapey. It gets you going, doesn't it?"

"So what if it does?"

"You can hit me if you want," he suggested. "It kinda turned me on, last time you did."

"You weren't expecting it last time."

"Then wait until I'm not expecti-"

I kicked him in the waist, just as he was speaking. He squirmed over onto his stomach, still spread out across the floor, and coughed. When he climbed onto all fours, I grabbed his shirt by the back of his neck and threw him around. He stumbled and hit my dresser, before climbing back onto his feet.

He ran straight for me, after that, thumping me right in the chest. My legs caved and I collapsed onto my bed, feeling Hedley's weight press down on me as he straddled me. He wasted no time in lifting me up by the scruff of my neck, just so our lips could meet once again. I propped myself up with my arms and forced my tongue into his mouth. His body was grinding its way over mine, his hands tightly caressing my body, writhing up and down my chest, under my shirt, along my back, and groping my crotch. His breath fanned my face like a warm autumn breeze, and his hands slid into my briefs like fresh air. Excitement filled me all over my body, like Hedley being there with me made my entire past melt away, like none of it even mattered.

I couldn't remember much, after that. Flashes of Hedley's sweating, tanned body underneath mine, and the creased sheets. His moans and cries sounded so far away, like a dull echo from worlds away. The way his body worked with mine, it was like we were meant to fuck. Our clothes were on the floor, our dicks were in each-other's mouths, and then he was riding my dick, and he was riding it good, and hard, and fucking fast.