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Preview for my new story.

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Agreed

“After that weird storm that left a handful of Dalton students with special powers, Dwight avoided everyone. He knew very well what kind of power he acquired after catching Reed after the boy tripped. Neither of them wanted to talk about it ever again.”

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Dwight woke up early, throwing the alarm clock against the wall and commando rolling to the bathroom to avoid the demons. Todd continued sleeping as though nothing was happening. Dwight snuck a peek at the mirror and was relieved that he didn’t acquire some sort of mutation after the storm hit Dalton yesterday. A few students were manifesting super powers, like Logan and the Tweedles. And he kept wondering what his ability would be once he could figure out how to summon it.

He raised his hand towards the mirror and took a deep breath. “HEEYAH!” He expected the glass to shatter but nothing happened.  After a few embarrassing attempts, something he hoped the one from above (Han) didn’t record or see, he shrugged and took his shower.

Once he was ready to face another day of protecting these idiots he called schoolmates from the unseen forces while trying to keep his grades up, he walked out to the empty halls of the eerily quiet Windsor house. But he wasn’t alone early that morning. Reed was standing by the stairs, holding a bundle of art materials. He watched as the artist lifted a leg and decided against it.

“Need help?” He offered with a slight smile.

Reed beamed. “Yes, please! I need to get these to the art classroom. I didn’t really think about the stairs until now.”

Dwight took more than half the materials and descended upon the stairs with Reed trailing behind him. They settled with talking about the weather. But then, Dwight reached the bottom of the stairs the same time Reed tripped on a step. Reed cried aloud and Dwight immediately dropped what he was carrying and caught the klutz. The two boys staggered and swayed. Reed gasped and his fingers dug into Dwight’s neck and wrist. He figured it was because of the fall.

It was actually because of the touch.

As they steadied and the objects that fell finally ceased to make a sound, Dwight spoke. “Reed, are you okay?”

The artist looked up, eyes blown wide with last and his lips parted for his breath to escape in hurried huffs. “Oh my God, you are so hot.” Reed pulled Dwight down by the neck into a searing kiss. The blond pushed Dwight against the wall with renewed strength and sex drive. The younger boy was stunned by what was happening. His skin tingled as Reed dug his fingers in. Then he realized this was Reed Van Kamp practically ravishing him against the wall.

“Reed.” Dwight squirmed, the other boy’s lips didn’t seem to part from his. “Reed.” He said more forcefully as their hips ground together.

“Oh yeah, say my name, Dwight.” Reed muttered as he forced the younger boy into the kiss.

Dwight grabbed him by the wrists and pried him away (still keeping skin contact). “What the hell are you doing?!” He exclaimed, panting.

“I can’t help it.” Reed murmured almost desperately as he struggled against Dwight’s hold. “I want you, Dwight. I want you now. Here! Please!” He pleaded.

“I can’t do that!” Dwight countered, dodging Reed’s lips. “You’re not yourself!”

Reef huffed and put all his strength into his arms. He escaped Dwight’s hold for a moment (the Hunter’s fingers rushing the skin on Reed’s arms, pushing the sleeves up) and his hands touched Dwight again. This time the clearly insane blond had a better hold of the younger boy. Their lips pressed together, opened, and tongues touched. Dwight had to admit…it felt a little good. He kinda liked the way Reed began to pull at his hair, how Reed began to untuck his shirt, how Reed clumsily explored the planes of his stomach. As his eyes fluttered close and he wrapped his arms around the artist, he felt lost in the feeling.

Reed ground against him, whining with need.  “I want you to fuck me, Dwight.” He moaned as their bodies rocked as one, sending heat across every expanse of skin “I want you touch me like you won’t bruise me or harm me.” Dwight barely registered Reed’s fingers trailing down to the hem of his pants. “I don’t care if anyone sees. I want you.” Reed’s fingers slipped below the hemline, down into Dwight’s underwear. “Ooh.” Reed purred uncharacteristically as his hand closed around Dwight’s considerable length. As more of their skin touched, Dwight’s power surged through Reed’s body, making the warbler shiver and gasp. His lips parted, an almost animalistic moan escaped his lips. Delicate fingers stroked and twisted him, making it very hard for Dwight to think. In fact, he may have unbuckled his belt himself. He lost control with a power that shouldn’t be left unattended. And with Reed being… Reed, Dwight’s control flew out the window.

“Mmmm.” Reed hummed as he pulled away from Dwight’s lips and began teasing the pale neck of the taller boy. He pushed down Dwight’s pants, exposing more skin, sending waves upon waves of lust on Reed’s body. So much that it almost wasn’t Reed’s anymore. He fell to his knees (it would hurt later), holding tightly onto Dwight’s lean thighs. Reed looked up at the other boy with buggy brown eyes so sweet yet so lust-filled. The artist teased a bit, his lips touching the tip of Dwight’s erect cock. The sophomore groaned and unwittingly curled a hand around the back of Reed’s head. The blond parted his lips and took Dwight’s length into his tantalizingly wet mouth.

Slowly… Sensually… Moving his lips up and down the length for a few times.

And that’s when Dwight’s head began to work again. As much as this felt good and as much as this felt so tempting, something was still wrong with Reed. He pushed the warbler down and the artist fell on the floor with a loud thud. He pulled his pants up and zipped it close. Then he took out his sprayer and jumped on Reed, keeping him down.

“Who are you? What are you doing to my friend?!” He demanded to the imaginary spirit haunting Reed’s body as he pressed the nozzle into Reed’s cheek.

Reed linked, disoriented and looked into Dwight’s eyes. After a moment, his cheeks reddened and he looked away. “What was that?” He panted, his expressions ranged from fear and confusion and shame.

Dwight stared at him for a second before pressing his whole weight on Reed, pinning his arms down to his chest. “Dwight, what are you –?”

There was only one way to find out. “I’m sorry about this, Reed.”

“Wha –” Dwight touched his neck and Reed gasped. “Oh wow, this is hot. Though I’d rather be on top of yo –” Dwight pulled back and Reed blinked a few times.

“So I just figured out what that stupid storm gave me.” Dwight thought aloud. His face turned into a disgusted expression and he immediately got off Reed. The artist slowly sat up and curled into himself.

They stayed silent, digesting what just happened, what they just did.

Reed stammered first. “We don’t speak of this ever again.”

“Agreed.”