HORNS (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 66

Chapter Sixty Six

I jerked awake at the sound of loud, obnoxious banging on my door. I was drenched in a cold sweat and I looked around frantically as the sound filled the living room, gulping in as much air as I could, considering in my dreams I hadn't been able to breathe at all. I could tell by the coolness the air brought to my lungs that I had ignored breathing for a long time while I was asleep and dying, or at least dream-dying.

Echo made a noise of complaint and buried his whole head into my armpit.

"I must sleep," he muttered. "The banging, make it stop, Horst."

"Sure," I blearily said back, lifting him off me and sitting up. I yawned, wincing at the thunderous smacks against my front door. I swiveled around, squinting in confusion and irritation, since it sounded like whoever was outside was beating on it both of their fists. "Who the hell...?"

If it was Erika or Kip, I was gonna chew them the fuck out.

Grumbling, I set Echo down on the couch and slid upright, tucking him in with the blanket and making my way over to the door. I leaned close to the peephole and peered out, since I wasn't exactly wearing a disguise and didn't think it would be a good idea to just open the door.

My heart leapt, however, when I saw Luka's beaming, angular, goatee-covered face.

"Hallo? Big Horst?" his muffled voice cheerfully called. "This is the right door, yah?! Hallo?!"

Panic filled me since he was literally in the hall, completely shirtless, and I could just make out the sight of his furry, clearly naked goat legs. I let out a mental curse and frantically scrambled to unlock the door before dragging it open. I geared myself up to bitch him out and demand he get inside before somebody saw him, but he turned into a blur and lunged at me with a bleat.

"Whoa!" I yelped, stumbling when he crashed into my chest and falling flat on my ass--and then my back as he pinned me down. His whole body wriggled as he held my wrists down against the carpet, grinning from ear to happy ear, tail flapping like a madly excited puppy. I blinked at him, dazed and thrown completely off guard. "L... Luka! What the hell are you doing, man?!"

"Hallo Horst!" he hooted, sliding his fingers through my own and giggling madly. I winced when drops of water landed on my face, and I realized that his curly hair, his beard, his ears, and even his leg fur were all drenched and dripping with water. "Hallo! Luka comes to play!"

He bounced, raising his eyes and looking around my apartment, and then his jaw went slack, ears swiveling forward as he rocked back on my waist to study everything, almost as if he'd never been inside a house or seen furniture before. His gaze wandered to the wooden floor and he curiously reached down to touch it, brushing its polished smoothness with his fingers.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, and he looked at me, face lighting up like a firecracker; he began to wiggle again, tail flapping. "Where are Sasha and Yuma?"

"Working on Wigwam!" he babbled, leaning down and bringing our faces together, so close that it was almost uncomfortable. He grinned at me, handsome eyes crinkling up. "They say go here! I visit you and they fix new home! Keep dry so rain no more break! Big Horst play?"

I blinked, trying to process his very accented and somewhat broken English, then I glanced at the open door and panicked a little more.

"Sure," I said, nodding, "I guess, but let me up so I can close the door!"

"Oh, yah!" he said, and flopped to the side, giggling as he landed on his back. He blinked, wriggling his shoulders against the wood as I rolled upright and hastily slammed the door shut, locking it with shaky fingers. I let out a breath of relief, praying that nobody had spotted the guy.