I had fallen asleep as the car hummed towards Shane's place. Streaks dashed across the shadows beneath my eyelids, slicing my personal darkness as I began to make out a figure. Long fingers slowly stretching out towards me as I tried backing away only to find myself pressed up against the brick wall that smelled like liquor and lust. The alley of the Flamingo perhaps? The texture didn't feel like the brick it was, but instead was slimy and melted as I dug my fingers in. I tried screaming, but nothing came out of my throat and when I tried to move to my sides I was slammed back against the moist chunk of building floating in space.
"We're here." The voice was so far away I could barely make out what it said. The fingers continued to stretch out towards me until the tips grazed me face and I felt a searing burn as the fingers scorched three dark lines across my cheek. The figure suddenly started getting closer, step by step until I was about to see the face but interrupted by Shane's hand gently shaking my arm.
Martha offered a motherly smile when I gasped awake, the rear view mirror filled with the eyes of his parents. Shane's father, Travis, looked concerned but was attempting to not let it show on his face. Shane squeezed my knee and at least his eyes reassured me everything was going to be okay. I sat there for a moment longer, a spectacle to the Weaver family, until Shane coughed and we all filed into the house.
It was just the other day I was passed out on the sofa, one of the inciting incidents to the bullying that caused us to have a few days to heal. A recent family history in pictures lined the wall and it looked a little like a model home with it's bowls of fake neon lemons and oranges so bright it was hard not to stare. Photos of family outings, hiking trips, vacations, and milestones were all neatly framed and hung with precision by Martha. Mrs. Weaver was a nurse at the hospital downtown and Mr. Weaver was an Engineer for the city taking on big contracts. When he wasn't working on his career he could be found in the basement with bug-like eyes magnified by his lenses as he put together a miniature model of the city.
Shane took my to my room while Martha and Travis got dinner ready. Travis set the table, lining the eating utensils in order and with perfect precision. Parallel on each side of the plate the perfect distance apart. Martha prepared dinner, pulling out the ingredients and starting to improvise like she normally did when her shifts at the hospital didn't consume her.
"I'm sorry my family is a little weird." Shane chuckled. He opened the door to the guest room and it looked like the rest of the house. Everything was in the perfect spot it was almost eerie. The lamps were square with round lampshades hanging from the center rod and flicked on with the light switch. The bed sheets and towels I would be using were folded in a pile at the foot of the bed which quickly got knocked down as we both collapsed onto the mattress. I stared at the painting on the wall above the bed that tied the whole room together. His hand slowly snaked across the bed until his fingers intertwined with mine.
"I'm sorry my family is so weird." Shane let out a deep breath and squeezed my middle finger.
"They're not weird. They're human." I shrugged.
"They never really liked Kate." Shane admitted.
"Neither did I." I laughed, meeting his eyes which caused him to join me in laughing. "I'm just glad they're not upset by everythng that has happened." I squeezed his finger back.
"Are you kidding? Someone told my dad we might be the most powerful connection anyone has ever seen. Of course, he told my mom and now they both thing I'm some kind of prodigy." Shane was propping himself up on his elbow and looking over me. His other found sprawled out on my chest, feeling my heart beating.
"Still alive." I joked, looking up at him. He leaned in quickly and kissed hard. I loved it when he pressed himself into me, his body hot and muscular as it pressed into mine. His hand slipped up my shirt and I felt his fingers squeezing as his cock bulged and skimmed my own throbbing crotch.
"Dinner is ready." We both sighed, collapsing a bit and dusting ourselves off from our lustful grinding session and joined his parents for dinner.
The clinks of glassware and the scraping of flatware filled the beginning of dinner. Martha and Travis stole glances at each other while Shane and I did the same. The awkwardness was eventually interrupted by Martha who said, "I'm just so delighted you two became friends again." Shane flushed pink as he hid behind the brim of his glass and I choked on a chunk of broccoli before swallowing it. We continued to clink and scrape in silence.
"Mud powers, huh? That's really something." Mr. Weaver took a drink and sucked his teeth.
"It was surprise to me." I was trying to keep the conversation going.
"You did this to Max?" Mr. Weaver looked at me and I nodded.
"Well, he had it coming being bully." Mrs. Weaver scraped a piece of food off her fork with her teeth and I took another bite in the silence.
"Shane helped a lot," I started, "He unlocked it in a way." I smile and he continues to blush.
"Well he was always a troube maker. I remember him from a long time ago." Mr. Weaver got glaring eyes from his wife.
"We're both glad you two can protect each other. With you being able to control the earth I won't have to worry about you two at all." Mrs. Weaver smiled behind a gulp of wine and by this time our plates were barren of the meal and remnants of sauce and dressing remained.
"Can we be excused?" Shane asked politely.
"Of course! You both inhaled that." Mrs. Weaver giggled.
"Did you taste it?" Mr. Weaver joked. Before I could respond with a laugh I was tugged away, Shane's burst of energy catching me off guard. One final look at his parents and I could tell they were trying their best. The plates were tossed in the sink and we zoomed back towards the rooms. I thought we were going back to the guest room, but I was taken up a set of stairs and then suddenly found myself looking at Shane's room. This room looked the most lived in. He had a couple of stray pieces of laundry piled in the corner and hanging over the back his desk chair sitting at an angle in front of it. There were stacks of books on his nightstand and hidden just under his bed. A couple of shelves housed trophies he had won from soccer and on the wall behind them were framed medals. A couple of boxed were taped up in the corner and written in sharpie it said 'bedroom.'
"I've been trying to move out."
"Are you embarrassed?" I sat down on the bed, making myself at home.
"No." He scoffed, turning red again.
"Hey. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." I pulled his hand and he joined me on his bed. This time, I placed my hand on his chest and enjoyed the feeling of his heartbeat against my palm. His eyes were so inviting I couldn't look away and as I stared I felt my fingers vibrate. The tips of them disappeared into him, passing through his shirt and getting absorbed into his pectorals. Shane grabbed my arm as I pulled away, pulling me on top of him so that gravity forced my forearm into him and he kissed me. I felt a sudden surge of energy as my arm sunk deeper and Shane slid his fingers over my injuries. They had started closing up, healing as we started sharing a body. The bruises sunk bank beneath my skin and the cuts disappeared. The bruises on Shane's knuckles also disappeared.
"Awesome." Shane pushed against me, my arm completely submerged inside of his torso. He pushed me off of him and we flipped, he tore off my shirt and I felt the fibers of his blankets brush against my back. My body felt like it existed in both our reality and some place between the plane of whatever worlds I suddenly had access to. I pulled out my hand and saw the last of the injuries heal as Shane took off his shirt. He straddled my waist and guided my hands to his chest. At first I enjoyed the feeling of his muscle, the tips of my fingers gently sliding over his nipple and causing goosebumps to erupt along his skin. Then he tightened his abs as I traced them, feeling and watching them pop. He pushed his hands against mine and I started to sink back in, merging with his body once more. I could feel everything he was feeling, the pleasure from not only my entry but his cock becoming sensitive and the fabric keeping it contained stimulating the tip as he was grinding. We rolled around again until I was on top, letting gravity do the work as I practically crawled inside of him. With a gasp, Shane was knocked out of control and we were both looking up at his bedroom ceiling.
"Holy shit." I said with Shane's voice.
Can you feel it? Shane's real voice bounced around inside my skull until I was able to hear it clearly like tuning a radio station until the sound was crisp. Shane was talking about his body, being able to feel what he felt. His desire for me. His care. I could feel it all from the beating of his heart to the tightness growing below.
"I shouldn't. We shouldn't" I was looking down at the growing tent.
I want you. Shane's voice was so clear. It felt like he was all around me. I looked down over the expanse of Shane's body and slwoly moved my fingers across his skin. I shivered as I lightly brushed down his body, pressing in slightly on his chest and then letting my hand lay flat over his abs. I had done all of this from the outside, but it was a whole new experience doing it with his limbs. Lifting the blankets I saw the bump where Shane and I were both pulsating. I unbuttoned his pants, feeling his bulge pop out as the zipper slid down completely.
"Are you sure?" I asked, looking at his cock contained in the boxer briefs he was wearing.
I have wanted this for so long. He couldn't lie. I would have felt it. I closed my eyes and we shared memories. I let him see when I was watching him practice and how my heart rate would flutter. He let me see how much he did the same during class. He would watch me study and have the urge to some talk to me or we would pass each other in the hallway and he would want to turn around and hold me in his arms, but he never could. He was afraid of what people would think of him and I now shared the pain and the relief now that were together inside his body.
"Me too." I kept our eyes closed for a moment, letting the memories twist around each other like roots combining to become something stronger.
"Shane?" Mr. Weaver knocked on the door and invited himself inside. I quickly pulled the blanket up over me to hide the obvious erection.
"I just wanted to let you know that your mother and I are proud of you no matter who you are. I know where has been a lot happening, but your mother and I want you to know that if you need to talk we will be there for you. That goes for Grayson too." Mr. Weaver smiled and it made Shane happy.
"Thanks, dad." I let Shane's echo come out with his voice and he walked out to return to his evening. He would check in with Martha, help finish cleaning up after dinner, and then wander down into the basement to be with his model.
"That was close." I laid back with a chuckle and we both felt relief wash over us. I took his moment to enjoy just being with Shane and then I pulled out of his body despite the nagging urge to keep going.
"We can - " Shane really wanted to keep going, but I kissed him to shut him up.
"We will. Just not now." I gestured towards the door.
"Yeah, sorry." He zipped himself up. "You're getting really good at getting inside of me. It felt so natural."
"Did it not before?" I slipped my shirt back on.
That first day was easy, but there was still some resistance. I think it was just because we hadn't done it since that day." Shane shrugged. I could feel his breath as I leaned into him.
"Are you sure?" He knew I wanted to keep going like he was reading my thoughts.
"I should get some sleep. It's been a long day."
"Yeah, you're right." Shane adjusted himself, still hard.
"Goodnight, Shane." I kissed him, lingering for just a moment with our heads pressed together and then disappeared out the door to return to the guest bedroom.
The following morning I rolled over to someone standing in front of the window. The yellow glow of the sunrise had seeped into the bedroom and the silhouette of a man stood facing outside.
"Hello?" At first I thought if might be Mr. Weaver. He had the same broad shoulders and stood about just as tall, but as I surveyed the figure I noticed the length of his fingers. Suddenly, long strands of what felt like wet gum suddenly appeared and wrapped around my wrists and ankles. A thick strap of the same substance slapped against my waist as it tightened its grip so that I couldn't escape. The figure turned around and climbed onto the bed until the shadow was straddling me. The fingers curled and then pressed into my chest, starting to claw at my body as though it were trying to scoop out my insides. I screamed so loud as the pain rippled up my body and looked down to see my chest having turned into mud. Shane was screaming in the distance, another voice barely loud enough to reach my ears.
"You can't help him." The voice came out like nails scraping along a chalkboard and I felt the tears start to stream down my face.
"Hey! Wake up!" Shane's voice was closer and suddenly the shadow disappeared. The pieces of slimy goop slurped back into the bed and I pushed myself away until I found myself awake and in Shane's arms. His parents stood in the door way in their pajamas and I was crying as I looked at all of them, my eyes darting from his parents to Shane and then back again.
"I'm so sorry." I felt Shane's hand on my lower back.
"What was that?" Shane asked.
"I have been seeing this thing. It's like a dark spot. I thought maybe it was just the stress, but now it feels so real." I took a slow breath in. Shane's parents were mentally documenting this to report to the nurse later.
"I saw it too." Shane admitted.
"What?" I stared at him.
"This was the first time. I saw what he was doing to you, but I couldn't do anything. I was stuck in like a wet glob of something." Shane tightened his arms around me.
"I thought I was crazy." At this point, Shane's parents had already disappeared to talk about it themselves. Shane hugged me again and I could feel the terror he felt watching this thing attack me, but in his embrace I felt like we could do anything together. I was staring out the window over Shane's shoulder, my enjoyment suddenly drained from my face as a black silhouette stared in through the window from across the street, suddenly blinking out of view yet still leaving me with a feeling of being watched that wouldn't go away.
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