Hey guys! So I was struck with some good inspiration this week and was able to crank out the first half of Chapter 16. Like Chapter 6, this is going to be a two part chapter, the second of which should be posted within the week. Like I promised, this chapter heralds the beginning of the end of Wings and is also the start of a couple rocky events for Luke and Aaron. Don't worry too much though cause it's still going to be a little while before I end this story. Without any further distractions... here you go!!
Wings of A Butterfly
Chapter Sixteen:
The Nightmare Revisited
The sunlight trickled in through the second story window. It kissed my cheek and gently brought me out of my slumber. When I opened my eyes, I noticed it wasn't the sun kissing my cheek, it was Lucas. I looked up into his eyes and smiled at him. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder as I used his bare chest as a pillow. His neck was craned to give me a couple slight pecks on the cheek. I rubbed my hand on his stomach and took a deep breath in.
I loved his scent. It was the only thing I ever wanted to smell. Every time I was near him, just his natural scent brought a big smile to my face. The combination of vanilla, peaches, and cream along with the natural smell of a human body washed over me every time he kissed me, and that smell always put me in the same state of mind. I enjoyed the kissing of course, but all I needed now was his smell to feel the way he makes me feel.
“Good morning beautiful,” he said.
“Are you kidding? I know how I look in the morning and beautiful isn't anywhere on my list of words,” I said.
“But you are,” he said as he kissed my cheek again.
I sat up and looked into his eyes. From the smile on his face and the twinkle in those hazel pools of beauty, I could tell he was serious. Apparently his idea of beauty was morning breath and really messy bed hair. He lifted his finger up and put it on one of my more prominent freckles. The smile on his face only grew bigger when I lifted my hand and held his finger in place.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said with a smile, “What about you?”
“I had the most amazing dream about a wonderful guy who gave me a warm tingle every time he kissed me,” he said.
“And who might that be?” I asked.
“Jensen Ackles,” he said with a grin.
I glared at him and flicked his exposed nipple.
“Ow!” he said, “I was only joking!”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Do that again, I dare you,” he said.
I did it again and he flew up and pinned me to the bed. He straddled my chest and started tickling me until I was writhing uncontrollably under him. I was laughing hysterically and tears were coming to my eyes when he finally stopped and pinned my arms to the sides of my face. He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly as my struggles weakened and my heartbeat increased. His legs shifted and he was laying beside me with his body pressed up against mine.
He broke the kiss and said, “You have no idea how cute you are when you do that tongue thing.”
“Well I'll just have to do that more often,” I said, “I could get used to waking up this way.”
“Me too,” he said with a smile.
He kissed me again as my hands went to his sides. His hands, no longer holding mine in place, were holding my face as his kissing switched from tender and loving to passionate and lustful. I could feel his stiffening bulge press up against my leg so I broke the kiss and looked at him.
“Man you're a horny guy,” I said.
“Sorry,” he said blushing, “I can't help it when I'm with you.”
“That's either really sweet or really hot,” I said.
“How bout both?” he asked kissing me again.
“Mmm,” I said, “As much as I hate to spoil the mood, I really have to pee.”
“Oh alright,” he said as he kissed me once more and let me out of his vicegrip.
I got up and sat at the edge of the bed for a moment. I looked over my shoulder to see Luke grinning at me.
“Havin a hard time?” he asked.
“Ha ha ha,” I said sarcastically, “Very funny.”
“If you need a little help there, just let me know,” he said.
“Down boy,” I said smiling at him.
When I was softened up a bit, I finally stood and made my way around the foot of the bed towards the bedroom door. Luke was at my side when I opened the door and following me down the hall. I got to the bathroom door and he was right at my heels when I walked inside.
“Uh,” I said, “Where you goin?”
“I gotta go too,” he said.
“You can't wait?” I asked.
“Why?” he asked, “Might as well save water and go together.”
“That's kinda weird,” I said.
“Aaron, I've seen you cum,” he said, “It's essentially the same thing, just a different color.”
“Ugh fine,” I said.
We stood at the toilet together. Luke pulled himself out of his pajama pants. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and flexed his shirtless torso as he pushed the stream out of his cock. I mirrored his actions, but nothing came out when I tried to push it. I just stood there, not doing anything. When he was finished, he opened his eyes and looked at me. A grin stretched across his face.
“Havin trouble?” he asked.
“A little,” I said.
He gave my butt a little pat and said, “Come on slugger, it's just me.”
“I know,” I said, “It's just a little weird for me.”
“Would it help if I looked away?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
He covered his eyes with his hand and turned away from me. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The stream started coming out and I heard it going into the toilet. Suddenly my muscles tensed up and the stream stopped midway through. I kept my eyes closed and tilted my head slightly in Luke's direction.
“You're looking aren't you?” I asked.
“How did you know?” he asked.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” I said.
“Huh... and you thought peeing together was weird,” he said.
I finished and flushed the toilet. While I was stuffing myself back into my pants, Luke stuck his hand into the shower and turned the water on. He looked at me with an evil grin and patted my ass again.
“While we're saving water,” he said, “How would you like to shower together?”
“Now that I can do,” I said with a smile.
We slowly took our clothes off and Luke locked the bathroom door. He took a moment and just stared at me. I could see his cock already starting to stiffen. I just gave him an eyeroll and a sarcastic smile when he moved closer to me. I took in that scent of vanilla, peaches and cream and was like melting butter in his hands.
“Hey,” he said, his playful look replaced by a serious one.
“What's up?” I asked, with a little concern showing on mine.
“You know I'm just kidding around right?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“All the comments and the flirting,” he said, “I just want to make sure you know that's not all that's on my mind.”
“Luke you don't have to,” I said.
“Yes I do,” he said, “You said before that you didn't want this relationship to be all about sex. I just want you to know that it isn't. No matter what I say or how horny I may seem...”
“Luke,” I said.
“Let me finish. No matter what, this isn't what I love you for,” he said patting my ass again, “I fell in love with this.”
He moved his hand from my ass to the left side of my chest; right over my heart. A tear came to my eye and I closed them tightly. I smiled to him and leaned forward to kiss him. It wasn't a passionate kiss, nor was it a seductive kiss. I gave him a genuinely loving kiss. You know, those kind that married people give each other. The kind that you only give to someone when you know in your heart that what you're doing is right, and that you never want to be without them ever again.
That's how I was feeling about Luke. I had found a way to tell him, but it had to wait. I couldn't put those feelings into words at the time, but I had found something that could show him exactly how much I cared about him, and how much he meant to me. That “something” was sitting in a box in my suitcase. I was so excited to give it to him too.
“Luke,” I said, “That's really sweet baby. I know how much you care, and the joking doesn't bother me. I actually have fun with it.”
“I love you,” he said.
“I know,” I said, “I love you too.”
We both stepped into the shower together. There was enough room for another two people in that thing and still have room to be comfortable. Luke and I helped wash each other. It didn't last as long as I would have liked, and I was kind of curious how shower sex would feel, but Luke had plans for the day, and so did I.
* * *
I was sitting on the bed in sweats and a t-shirt as I watched Luke getting ready. He was putting on deodorant when he walked back into the room in just a pair of black boxers and white socks. A big grin spread across my face and he stopped in his tracks. He walked over to the closet and bent over to reach into a drawer for some clean pants. He peaked over his shoulder and caught me staring.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
“More than you know,” I said.
I got up and walked over to stand next to him. I put my hand on his ass and looked into the drawer. With my free hand, I pointed at a pair of light blue jeans with a couple tears in the legs. They were my favorite pair of his and he grinned when I pointed at them.
“Those make this,” I said squeezing my hand around his ass, “Look incredible.”
“Then I'm wearing those,” he said.
He pulled them out of the drawer and went to sit on the edge of the bed. He slid each pantleg on and stood as he pulled them up. When he had them all zipped and buttoned he turned around and showed me his ass. The jeans hugged each cheek perfectly and just made his ass pop out from the rest of his body. I smiled in approval and he smiled back at me. I took my place back on the bed and he went back to his closet.
“Are you sure you don't want to come with me today?” he asked as he pulled on his Paramore concert t-shirt.
“Yeah,” I said, “I gotta work on a surprise for you.”
“Oh really now?” he asked as he walked over to me. He sat down next to where I was laying, put his hand on my leg and asked, “What kind of surprise?”
“The kind you don't get to know about until that,” I said pointed at the sunlight outside the window, “comes up on Christmas morning.”
“Aww come on Aaron,” he said. I was relieved he knew what I was pointing at.
“Nope,” I said, “Not a chance.”
“You're no fun,” he said getting off the bed, “Well, I'll have my cell if you need anything.”
“You'll be the first to know,” I said with a smile.
He stopped in the doorway, turned back towards me and came back to give me a heartfelt kiss that I felt all the way to my toes. He stood up and smiled back at me, grabbed his iPod off the bedside table, and walked out of the room. I heard a “Bye mom,” from downstairs and heard the front door open and close. And I knew he was gone.
I quickly got up, threw on a jacket and grabbed my cell phone and backpack. I ran down the stairs and told Mrs. Harper... I mean Anne, that I'd be back in a couple hours. When I was out the door, I dialed Travis' number and held the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey Travis,” I said, “Luke just left.”
“Oh okay, well did he show you where we live?” he asked.
“Yeah yesterday when we got into town,” I said.
“Okay. Yeah we just got in about twenty minutes ago,” he said, “I'll be ready to go soon, if you could walk over here that would be great.”
“Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes,” I said and hung up the phone.
* * *
It was about one in the afternoon when Travis dropped me off at Luke's house again. We had spent about three hours at the shooting range. He taught me everything about working a handgun. It was complicated stuff, but I took to it like a natural... at least in Travis' words. He even gave me a sort of starter kit to keep on me at all times. It wasn't for use, only for practice. Now I know what you're thinking, “Practice?” Well I'd tell you, but that would give away what happens next...
I walked through the front door with the spare key Luke let me use. It was dark inside. I called out, but no one answered. The house was still warm though, so I must not have missed the last person who left by very long. Fortunately, no one would have seen me in Travis' truck so Luke wouldn't have known about my little bluff. I made my way upstairs, dropped my bag in the hallway, and took a quick bathroom break on my way to lay down in Luke's room and text him to find out when he was coming home.
I thought I heard the front door open downstairs while I was in the bathroom, so I went down to investigate. The lights were still off, and the door appeared to be undisturbed. Just in case, I went over and turned the lock to give myself a little feeling of security. I looked out the window next to the front door and saw someone jogging by. On my way upstairs, I heard a thump come from the entertainment room Luke told me about the night before.
“Hello?” I called out.
No answer.
“Kyle?” I called out.
Silence.
I took a breath and went back downstairs. I walked down the hallway and turned towards the closed door of the entertainment room. I took another breath and put my hand on the doorknob. My breathing increased slightly and my heart pounded a little in my chest.
This is stupid.
I turned the doorknob and walked in. The blinds were closed and there was no light coming into the room. I flipped on the light switch and saw what thumped. There was a black cat sitting in the corner and it's scratching post had fallen over. He looked at me with begging eyes so I walked over and lifted it up for him. I smiled at the cat, and noticed something off about him. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking past me.
I turned around slowly when I noticed a rhythmic breaking sound behind me. When I opened my eyes, my heart jumped into my throat and my muscles froze. He was standing there. Who? My attacker. He was standing in the doorway of the entertainment room, staring at me. I closed my eyes and tried to wake up, but it wasn't a dream this time.
His teeth showed as a smile broke on his face. He looked as if He hadn't brushed His teeth in months. His eyes were void of any humanity, and it sent a chill down my spine when He looked directly into my eyes. I tried to move, but I was frozen. I tried to scream, but my heart was blocking my voice from escaping. I had even noticed that my breathing had stopped.
“What's wrong Aaron?” He asked, “Surprised to see me?”
I couldn't speak.
“You don't have to talk,” He said, “I missed you.”
He took a step forward. My fear took complete control over me. I thought about my bag with the gun in it... upstairs in the hallway. I felt helpless and that made it impossible for me to move. He took another step closer, and I remained in the same place.
“You never called me,” He said.
He was right in front of me now. I could feel his breath on my face. It reeked of alcohol and cigars. My blood was pumping with adrenaline at this point. A million images flashed into my mind. The room, the smells, the nightmares, and Lucas. I closed my eyes again. This time when I opened them, I could see Travis where my attacker was standing. He was yelling at me to hit him.
“Picture everything that has hurt you in the past, even the little things,” his voice rang out in my head, “and hit me.”
My hand balled up into a fist. I heard Travis' voice ring out in my head again over and over. I closed my eyes, saw everything I went through, and when my eyes opened my attacker was standing there again about to pull me into Him. My fist flew at Him with all the anger and pain He had caused me to go through. My fist made contact with His face and He lifted off his feet and fell backward.
This was my chance. I took off running down the hallway and up the stairs. I heard my attacker two steps behind me. I was almost to the top when I felt a hand close around my ankle and I fell forward, smacking my head against the wooden steps. My vision went dark and my mind went blank.
Two seconds later, my vision returned. I was in the kitchen now. I tried to move my hands, but they wouldn't budge. I closed and reopened my eyes as my vision cleared. He was standing in front of me with a pissed off look on His face. He was holding my cell phone in His hand and glaring at me from the couch in the living room. I realized that He had knocked me out and while I was out, He tied me to one of the kitchen chairs.
“I didn't appreciate that Aaron,” He said.
I didn't speak.
“I came here to see you, but now I don't know what to think,” He said.
“You should get out of here while you still can,” I spat, “Lucas will be home soon”.
“Oh come on Aaron, you make it sound like I didn't plan our time together at all,” He said, “He won't be home for a while. And his family won't be home any time soon either... at least not in time to do anything.”
He stayed silent for a few minutes.
“One second thought,” He said, “You hurt me Aaron.”
He flipped open my phone and hit the buttons.
“So now,” He said, “I'm gonna hurt you...”
His voice trailed off as he started pushing the buttons on my phone. When he finished, he walked over to me and put the phone in front of me. I looked at the screen and was horrified with what I saw. It was a message to Lucas.
TO: Lucas
BODY: Luke, come home soon. I need to talk to you about something.
Love, Aaron <3
And there it was. He was going to hurt me by luring Luke back here. What he would do, I have no idea. But I started crying right there. He smiled an evil smile at me when he hit send. I just hoped that wherever he was, Luke would get that message and know it wasn't me. I hoped that he would stay away and stay safe.
“Why?” I whispered.
“Because you didn't love me back,” He said, “And now you're going to feel every ounce of pain I felt.”
* * *
Lucas
My next stop was Bed Bath and Beyond. Dad had told me that Mom had her eye on this new dining set the past few times they had gone there. He had gone there alone last week and took pictures of it for me to pick up for him. I walked in and decided to detour and look at some bed stuff. I was feeling a set of sheets when I saw him. I froze in my stance and dropped the sheet I was holding in my hands between my feet.
Jonathan was walking towards me. My eyes widened and I lost control of myself. The only thing missing when I launched myself at him was the girlish scream. I was all smiles when I jumped and started running towards him and tackled him with a hug. He smiled back at me and laughed when I knocked the wind out of him.
“Oh my God! What are you doing here Jon?!” I asked.
“I called your dad and he said you'd be stopping here,” he said smiling.
“I missed you so much,” I said hugging him again.
“I missed me too,” he said.
I pulled away from him, looked at him questioningly and asked, “What do you mean?”
“Luke,” he said as we sat down on the bed display, “When I left I wasn't me. I hadn't been for a long time.”
“Jon,” I said.
“No let me finish,” he said, “I'm really sorry for everything I've done Luke. It wasn't me, but it was my fault. I'm responsible for my own actions, but I'm back to being Jonathan again. That other Jonathan is gone and he's never coming back.”
“Can I talk now?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said with a smile.
“Jon I never blamed you for anything,” I said, “I meant that I missed you while you were in rehab. No matter what you did or what decisions you made I always loved you. You've been family to me for a long time and I missed you every day.”
“Luke that means a lot to me,” he said, “So... odd question but, how is Aaron?”
“He's good,” I said.
“Luke,” he said, “I heard about you two.”
“Oh,” I said, “How?”
“Nick and I have been writing each other for a while. He told me everything... including that he was raped...”
“Yeah,” I said, “He's fine now. It took a while but he's back to normal.”
“That's great,” he said.
“How does that make you feel?” I asked.
“Honestly Luke, as long as you're happy it doesn't bother me,” he said.
I smiled at him and said, “I'm very happy.”
His face went serious for a moment and he asked, “How's Henry?”
“Uh, I don't know Jon,” I said, “Aaron hasn't heard from him in a while.”
“I still feel really bad about that,” he said.
“I know you do,” I said.
I felt a vibration in my pocket and pulled out my phone. My screen displayed “1 New Message: Aaron” on the screen. A smile stretched across my face as I flipped my phone open and read the message from my boy. But that smile was quickly wiped away by a chill in my spine. It must have shown on my face because Jonathan noticed it.
“What's wrong?” he asked.
“Uh, I'm not quite sure,” I said as I showed him my phone, “I just got this message from Aaron.”
He read it to himself and said, “I don't get it.”
“Look at the bottom... the 'Love Aaron' and the heart,” I said.
“I'm trying to jump on your thought train, but you're moving a little too fast for me,” he said.
“It's... It's redundant,” I said, “Aaron would die before he said anything redundant.”
“What are you saying Luke?” he asked.
“Whoever sent this...” I said, “It wasn't Aaron.”
To be continued...
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