For You

"Austin? Austin?" I called, shaking him. He was rigid, and cold. A little too cold. I stood, pulling him up with me and not having the leisure to choose rooms, pulled him into mine, and tucked him under the sheets.

I needed to warm him up, but how? I ran down to the kitchen immediately and started to heat some water. I ran around the house, locking doors and closing windows, then turned on the heaters.

Ibwent uo to my room and he had gotten pale, too pale. His lips were slightly parted, and they were a little chapped. I ran down again, getting the now hot water and a dried towel.

I slowly dabbed at it, ignoring the heat against my finger as I worked to rid him of his shirt.

I propped him up, then made him lean on me, almost like he was hugging me but now quite.

I swallowed and pulled the shirt off of him, then threw it to the side. I dabbed his back slowly with the hot towel, then his stomach, his arms, then his face.

His body sure was alluring and I had to catch myself slacking on t