50 strings of A

Out of control

Thomas POV

After I danced like a master, everything started to blur. I remember bits and pieces of what was going on. Going up to Owen and passing out, getting into a car of some type, being dragged into a house and up a flight of stairs, and finally being let into a room. I woke up feeling a bit woozy and looked around. Did mom really change my room? Whatever, my pits are like waterfalls. I start changing into a hoodie, that my mom apparently bought in a size bigger than my usual medium, until I heard shuffling. Looking around to find Owen still here.

"Hey, are you going back to your house?"

"I'm worried that you might fall and die when I'm not here. Go to bed now and rest, you look tired."

What? Is he serious? That's what a elementary kid would say, but seeing that it's coming from him makes my heart skip a beat.

"Fine, stay here if you want to see if I'm "going to die" from tripping. Well night then."

Once I hop into bed, a different scent came to me. Probably from the new sheets I bought. The scent makes me feel relaxed and puts me into one of the most comfortable sleep I've had in a while.

My dream was terrible. I felt warm big hands around my waste that showed me that they will keep me safe and warm. I love this feeling. But who's hands do these belong to? Trying to look for the face, they suddenly let go. Arms that once kept me in my comfort zone is now leaving me for just trying to find who is the one making me feel this way. Trying to reach out I grab something. It's the same warmth that I felt. They're trying shake me off. I grab them and pull them close to me. I'm sorry for trying to see who you are. Don't leave me. No. Please no. Please....

"Please don't leave me."

I feel the figure freeze. Did it hear my plead. Good, stay with me. I use both my legs and arms wrapping it around the body, seeing with my hands and legs. They're much bigger than me. The warmth is trying to escape. Wiggling our if my grasp. Even though they keep rubbing against my crouch, I won't let go. Damn, it feels good. My body heat rises and so does my heartbeat. Can't let go.

I grip on tighter. I can't handle it anymore, stop wiggling. Just stop! I get on top of it's hole body, phew. Who's victorious? Me! Wait, I still got a problem down there. Time to fix it.

I started to rub against something. It's soft at first but it get hard quick. It feels so good. I start going faster. I'm almost there. Aahhh~ soo close~~.I suddenly got flipped over. The arms that once held me are holding me down onto something.

Wait what? What's going on? Dang, it hurt when they suddenly flipped me. I opened my eyes slightly. Woah, the first thing I saw was Owen glaring down on me talking heavy and deep breaths. His whole was red, like he was holding back. Did I do something in my sleep? Oh sh*t.

"Wait, wait, wait! Hey Owen, I didn't do anything to you did I? If I did, I'm so sorry so please let me be." I whispered-screamed trying not to wake anyone else up.

Owen didn't even look like he was listening. Just looking down and up on me, I think he was starting to growl. I try pushing him off but his body was still holding me down. I look around and notice this is not my room, not my bed, not my house. Ohhh my gosh, he took me back to his place! Oh of course, I never told him where I lived. Crap, I'm the worst, bet this is his room.

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I was sleeping in his bed. Oh wow Thomas! Such a good friend.