LOGINThe infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
He fired a shot. The bullet splintered the wood of the pillar near Aiden’s head.Julian covered his ears. He looked at Aiden. Aiden looked back. He nodded. A silent signal.Aiden spun out from behind the pillar and fired two shots. Bang. Bang.One of the men in the back went down, clutching his leg.
The screen glowed in the dark room, illuminating the stark terror on Julian’s face. The text was short. Simple. Devastating.I see you.Julian sat up, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He sensed the shift in Julian’s body instantly. He sat u
Julian didn't touch it yet. He started at Aiden’s feet. He massaged the arches, working his thumbs into the sore muscles, digging deep. Aiden groaned, his head falling back against the headboard."Fuck, that feels amazing," Aiden murmured.Julian worked his way up Aiden’s calves, kneading the tensio
They stole a truck from the back of a hardware store two towns over. It was old, a Ford with a rusted bed and a transmission that whined, but it was reliable and nondescript.They drove until the sun was high in the sky, then found a deserted stretch of woodland off an old logging road. Julian dug a
Aiden groaned, a sound that bounced off the tiled walls, echoing in the small space. He braced his hand against the shower wall, his legs trembling.Julian didn't rush. This wasn't about getting off; it was about connection. It was about anchoring them to the present, to the living, breathing moment
He was not wearing his academic armor. The tailored suit was gone, replaced by a black, silk shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of the dark hair on his chest. He wore dark trousers that fit his long legs perfectly. He looked different, more relaxed, more dangerous. But it was
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.I obeyed, my feet shuffling apart on the thick rug.I heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open. A condom. Of course. A moment later, I felt the cool, slick slickness of lube being drizzled over my hole. His finger followed, circling the tight ring of muscle
I worked his cock with my mouth, my head bobbing up and down, my movements slow and steady, just like he’d taught me. I could feel his thighs tensing, hear the slight hitch in his breath when I did something he particularly liked. It was a power trip, a silent, secret conversation in the middle of a
Back in my apartment, which was so small I could touch the stove and my bed at the same time, I tore off my daytime costume. The glasses, which I didn’t even need, were tossed onto the counter. The oversized hoodie, my security blanket, was ripped over my head and kicked into a corner with my faded







