Dreaming of Demons

SurrealTraversity: Well, it was just a random thought of Jay's, so there's more than likely nothing to worry about.

Munez: I about wrote the same thing i did in your last review reply, right now... Or Seth really know's how to punish someone :)

Kira Norame: D: NOOOO! I could've had more reviews... ;(. Well, you'll find out soon enough who seems more under pressure about it.

jazz: It's alright, and your welcome ;). Hope i can keep it funny!

Kasia-chan: Yeah, sad for Seth. :)

Itchan: But yeah, like i said, didn't even know i was writing it like that. :)

Kylee: Lol. We'll just have to wait and see ;)

SakeMan: I don't know why i even thought of jeepers creepers, because i haven't seen the first or second movie in years. I'm glad you think so. You all are making me feel good about how i'm writing this!

I’m really sorry, I meant to get this out last weekend, but my computer decided to crap out on me, and then my internet wasn’t working.

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“Hey Seth?”

“What?”

“Are we there yet?”

Fuck I’m bored. I have absolutely no idea how long we’ve been driving, and I’m fucking tired. I want to sleep. In a bed. With Seth. Naked is optional.

“Thirty minutes.”

That’s what he said five minutes ago.

“Make up your damn mind.”

I know that we had made an agreement to torture each other with sexual frustration, but we hadn’t been doing anything yet. I think he was planning on doing it later. I talked to him again about it, apparently light touches were fine, you know, like touching his leg while he’s driving so I can get my way.

Of course, I have a feeling that it wouldn’t work as well now as it would a while ago. There’s something different about him, and its pissing me off.

He’s not so gullible, that’s it. I don’t get that feeling from him, cause I’m psychic that way, can’t you tell?

No, he’s been sort of smiling pretty much since the incident in the woods.

Fuck, he shouldn’t have sucked me off. He should’ve just turned me around and pushed me against the tree and fucked me. I would’ve been fine with that. Real fine.

That is, unless he lost control with the fingering, because there is no way I’m going dry without being prepared.

I really think its just wrong that all the gay sexual knowledge I have, came from my sister.

…And a book once, when I was curious…

And now that I think about it, I didn’t mind it so much back then. Not the whole gay thing, and I never was a homophobe, ‘sept when I was a kid, and thought gays were the spawn of evil.

Blame dad for that one. He liked to make sure everyone knew his views on one thing or another. To him, if you’re not a homophobe, then you are either mental or, well, mental.

Of course, I have absolute control whether I’m gay or not…

Dad’s never going to find out about this, unless I’m dead. I don’t mind if my dad tried picking a fight when I’m dead, cause then people would think he was crazy.

I should ask Blue how she does it. With her love of gay things, and her best friend’s gay brother, I just don’t know how dad hasn’t found that out.

I mean, I only found out after I got really suspicious after Blue kept asking me questions about if I liked checking out other guys.

I ended up getting the wrong impression, too. I thought she thought I was gay, and was trying to call me out on it. Well, she was doing that, but I thought she was trying to do it spitefully.

And then, after that, I went into her room to ask her where the damn remote to the TV was, ‘sept she wasn’t in there, and I found a book about gay people.

She came in, saw me staring at it, and immediately blamed Bailey for leaving it in there. That’s when Bailey came in, asking if she could borrow that book again.

So, I was standing there with a WTF look on my face, thinking my sister was gay, until she finally pushed me out of her room, into mine, and slammed the door in my face, which I thought it was rude, considering it was my door.

Later on, she finally explained her obsession with it. Fuck, I thought having the talk with my dad was awkward, I just about died when she started talking to me about it.

That was about a year ago, if I remember correctly.

“Hey, we’re coming in to Atlanta.”

Fucking finally.

“I want to sleep.” I told him, but he shook his head. “Then why the fuck are we in Atlanta?”

“I need to make a stop, for one thing.”

“What do you got to do?”

“Same thing I did in Lake City, try and contact part of Gregory’s family.”

“Lets stop at a hotel first, just for a couple hours,” I pleaded, fuck I was tired, after the running plus the incident.

“No, we’re only staying once I see if I can get a hold of someone.” Time to pull out my trump card.

“You can leave me at the hotel while you go do that, then. I’ll only keep annoying you if you don’t.”

“Fine.”

Soon we were at a hotel, with a room to stay in. I, of course, had to go to the desk to get it.

I wasn’t sure what to get, one room, two beds? Or, or or or, one room, and one bed.

The lady made the choice for me, cause apparently there was only room left. Perfect.

I didn’t tell Seth, either. He found out when he saw the one bed in the room, before looking back at me, confused.

“Hurry up, get in, I want to sleep.”

I flopped down on my stomach on the bed, and sighed. It felt soooo good.

“We’re leaving in a few hours,” I heard him say from somewhere across the room.

“Yeah…” I was asleep before he even left.

When I woke up, it was about an hour later, and Seth wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Neither was my left shoe and sock.

My other shoe was trying to escape, though.

I wanted to take a shower, but I didn’t want to get up, cause I had a dream.

In it, Seth was fingering me again, and was about to start fucking me.

It’s sort of weird, waking up with wood when you’ve already came just a few hours ago. Like, four. Maybe less.

And who was I to just leave myself like that?

I’d barely began to touch myself when Seth walked in.

Right then, I was conflicted, to keep going? To feel awkward? To stop?

It might have helped if I didn’t keep stroking while he was staring at me.

Next thing I know, Seth has his hand down his pants.

I think I figured out how Seth was planning on tempting me.

I got to hand it to him, it’s good idea.

Too good.

I couldn’t take it, I ran to the bathroom. And then resumed what I was doing while thinking of what Seth just did.

Kind of sort of finished myself off quicker than I usually did.

This bathroom, I claim as sanctuary.

I don’t care if Seth pisses his pants, he’s not getting in here.

But I’m soooo hungry…

NO!

I can’t go out there. I can just see him, watching for me to come out with a perfect eyebrow raised, and a evil, evil smirk.

Seth is an evil evil man. Demon. Deman.

So… hungry…

I opened the door a crack, only to see that Seth wasn’t finished.

He was leaning against the wall, pants pushed down and shirt open.

I closed the door.

Wonder what kind of dreams I’m going to have tonight, I really want to know.

Now that I have that image in my mind, I don’t think I’ll never not be able to get it up for Seth, unless I’ve already came. Like I just did.

I leaned against the wall, trying to wait it out.

I went over to the door, opening it.

Still nope.

Door closes again, and I wait for a couple more seconds, like last time.

I hope Seth isn’t going to use this against me. I wouldn’t be surprised though, he’s that low.

…Okay, maybe not.

Well, actually, I really don’t know. Truthfully, I’m pretty sure he isn’t, but I’m not exactly the easiest person to get along with, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he brought it up when I piss him off the next few times.

There’s only one thing I can do then.

Ignore him and glare.

Well, that’s two, and the second one kind of cancels the first, but who cares?

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AhhAhhahh.

It itches!!!

My neck!!!

Itches!!!

SCRATCH!!!

OH NO!

I’M BLEEDING!!!

Shit. I must’ve scratched too hard.

I looked in the mirror, and you want to know what I saw?

Something that pretty much looked a lot like a hickey.

But now with blood on it. Thing was, it was like, a tiny dot. Sort of looked like it was sliced.

Guess it’s time to cut my fingernails, though they’re not that long.

And the hickey?

I’m not quite sure if I’m happy about that.

One, I feel like I’ve been marked.

That was an argument against it, if you can’t tell.

And now for it.

There’s a sense of accomplishment about it. Don’t ask why, cause I’m thinking you can figure that one out yourself.

Well shit, my necks still bleeding.

Wonder if there’s any Band-Aids in here?

Quick check is telling me that there isn’t.

Fuck, I’ve got some in my wallet.

Yeah yeah, get it all out.

I carry Band-Aids, rather than condoms.

If you hadn’t figured it out before, I wasn’t really all that into sex, until I met Seth.

You remember the whole ‘I’m gay’ fiasco, right?

I’d hate you if you didn’t.

It was a big deal to me!

Fuck you and your frosties.

Well, I’m thinking my sanctuary’s use has come to an end. Time to leave the nest.

I checked the door again. Fuck, Seth wasn’t even here anymore. Thought he would’ve tried to gloat about it or something.

I walked out, got my bag, got a Band-Aid, but it on my neck, and jumped for joy.

Yeah right. Band-Aids don’t get me that excited.

I mean, they don’t get my excited at all.

That would be very creepy.

“Seth?” I called out. He wasn’t here, clearly, but I wanted to make sure. It would be weird if he had just popped out of somewhere, right?

Not to mention as creepy as my completely untrue rumor of perversion towards Band-Aids.

I got on the bed again, and wasn’t long before I was having sexual dreams about Seth again. Something was wrong here, I just know it.

It’s all your fault Seth, and fuck me if I try to do anything about it.

Please.