Standing with rapt anticapation as you emerge from the bath
Your natural scent intoxicating me more than any perfume ever could
As you look over at me I become hypnotized
watching your hand rythmically rub oil on your body as you sit on my bed my body hardens
Looking up from the television as the front door opened and closed I felt myself blushing again as Lane and Brian walked into the living room and sat on either side of me.
Nudging my shoulder Brian smiled when I looked at him “so what’s on the agenda today guys” he asks me taking the remote from my hand and turning to a talk show.
Raising my eyebrow “I don’t watch…”
“Well tough” Lane chimed in cutting me off as The View began “because we aren’t leaving until this is over” he said grabbing the remote and turning it up. Looking at Bri “we need to take cowboy here to get a cell then we need to get him some furniture” he informed Brian of our agenda
Chapter One: Dangerous Thoughts... Conclusion:
Releasing the unfortunate from his compulsion knowing it was dangerous for his mind to be tampered with when is such an inebriated state he shook his head yes and followed him without a word. When he approached him, he smiled slightly to him to put him at ease “where are we going?”
Blinking a few times the mortal just stared blankly at him the smell of alcohol coming out of his pores was strong enough to make Xavier nauseous. “Tt... to the bri…bridge” he said his inebriated state returned to him.
Falling into a companionable silence the two of them walked the short distance to the bridge turning onto the pedestrian walk and continued. Stealing sidelong glances at the man Xavier noticed how he seemed be warring with himself. Knowing the mortal would soon talk he continued to just remain a strong presence beside him watching as he periodically stopped walking to peer over the railing of the bridge only to lift back up again shaking his head and continue walking all the while seeming to maintain some sort of inner dialogue. They continued on this way for about fifteen minutes before the mortal stopped faced Xavier leaning against the iron railing for support. He observed him silently as the mortal lifted the bottle to his lips drained the rest of its contents and chucked the empty bottle over his shoulder and into the East River.
Speaking in a voice barely above a whisper “you know I have no idea why I asked you to come this isn’t the sort of thing one wants an audience for”. Looking down at the pavement, he shuffled his feet a bit “wwhat’s your name” he asked him completely throwing Xavier off balance.