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His vision only seemed to worsen as he went deeper into the crowd. Bodies rubbed against each other as the loud music rang through the entire house. And hand grabbed onto his arm, the touch was cold almost uninviting. He turned to face whoever grabbed him, only to see Brenda being the one to have grabbed him. She looked dazed, completely relaxed as if nothing wrong has happened in the last hour of their being here.
Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him with her lips shining. She looked at him with an unreadable look, something he hasn’t seen on her at all. Her face was slightly red as she moved in closer toward him.
Soon enough she was eyeing him up and down.
“Brenda..?” His word was slurred, and his mouth was dry. He felt himself beginning to struggle to breathe air, the room felt more and more closed off now.
“They’re not here.” She said, her words sounding so close to a whisper. If he hadn’t been so focused on her maybe he wouldn’t have heard her at all. Her body started to move along with the music, and the space between them started to be less and less. Her eyes roamed his whole being, he could only stare right back. His mind has been everywhere so far, he could feel himself lose more and more focus on why they were here in the first place.
“We...We should keep looking…”
“Why? We couldn’t find the Right Arm, not without Marcus anyways..” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he tried to speak but she beat him to it. “You’re friends are gone. It’s over… It’s just us now.”
She started to place her hands on his chest, slowly moving up to his neck. She moved him closer, her own chest being pressed against his. He could feel her warmth against him. The smell of the drink that the woman gave them with still on her. She tilted her head, her eyes stayed glued on his own lips. She looked hungry as if she hadn’t eaten in days.
“Just try and relax. Let go..” Her words slurred, they came out more rasper. “How?”
“Like this..”
Her lips touched his, and her arms moved up and wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away. His hands roamed her body, he heard her groan as he placed his hands on her hips. “That’s it Thomas” He heard Minho say, he pulled him even closer. His thoughts were of Minho as he pressed deeper into the kiss. The two boy’s heads pressed against one another. The grip on his neck only seemed to tighten.
Minho only seemed to take more and more breath out of him. He wanted more of Minho yet he needed to breathe. Not yet he wanted this kiss to last, so the two boys would remember this feeling of wanting and yearning. He didn’t want to forget. Minho hand’s roamed in his hair. He pulled away from the kiss, he felt Minho press his lips on his neck, only to pull away.
“Tommy..” Newt slurred, when did he get here..Yet he couldn’t bring himself to care not one bit. Not when the two boys he longed for were finally giving in to him. Newt pressed his body against him, whispering sinful things to him. Their bodies rubbed against each other, he pressed kisses on Newt’s neck. The older boy let out a groan. The two finally pulled away, he looked back to see both Minho and Newt. But he only saw Brenda looking ruined, her lips were swollen and puffy. Her neck had red marks along with slight purple ones.
“What?”
He shook his head, he started to back away from her. “You’re not them.” He felt tears start to swell in his eyes as he saw her pull away. He saw the hurt in her eyes, the disappointment. She let out a scoff, one that was meant to hurt. She turned away from him and walked into the crowd.
“Brenda..!” He called out, yet she was already gone. He tried to follow, yet it seemed the crowd was fighting against him and seemed to make Brenda go farther and farther away from him.
His vision only seemed to worsen, everything was now blurred. He saw Winston call to him, Newt yelling at him. Panic rose in him, he couldn’t seem to get away from everything. His throat was hoarse from the yelling. He bumped into so many people as he tried to get away till he finally went crashing onto the floor. He crawled through the crowd. Everything felt too much, his skin felt as if he were on fire with everything he touched burning him right back.
Tiredness started to drag him down, pulling him closer and closer to sleep. He laid there as his body shook. Everything now was far away, the music and people were far now. Black spots started to fill his eyes as he started to let sleep take him away.
The last thing he felt was two pair of hands grabbing him and shaking him. Two voices begged for him to stay awake yet he could bring himself to do so.
He woke up gasping for air, he looked around and he was alone. He groaned as he pushed himself up, he body felt sore.
“I suggest you talk you son of a bitch!”
As he walked closer to Jorge, he turned to see Brenda sitting on the other of the coach. The marks stayed on her while she wore a dejected look on her face. Her eyes went like they were burning holes in him.
“Looks like you had fun..” He turn to see both Minho and Newt the two wore a begrudge looked. The two looked him up and down, he felt his face turn red. Newt raised an eyebrow.
The three of them would need to talk later.