Lukas found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He knew his ceiling well after starting at it for years, but the one in front of him wasn’t it. Lukas sat up and realized he was back at the infirmary, on the bed at the end of the room. Exactly where he had been earlier.

He was sure he had gone to bed at home with Charlie. He remembered talking to him too right before he went to sleep. He quickly reached for his phone, but his fingers just came into contact with the pillow. His bag was not there either. Lukas glanced at his surroundings in case he missed something. Everything was in its proper place. There was nothing out of the ordinary. The only difference was the curtains around his bed were not closed. They were wide open.

An uneasiness started to grow inside him. He didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t want to stick around to figure it out. Nothing good could come from staying there.

Lukas slipped off the bed to leave when the door to the infirmary opened. He looked up and saw a shadowed figure step inside. None of the lights were on, clouding the person's identity, but Lukas knew it could only be one person. Tate Fowler. He could sense his menacing aura. Only one person could make him feel like a small animal being hunted by a hawk.

Tate looked in his direction and slowly began walking towards him. Lukas stayed fixed next to the bed, afraid even to move. The uneasiness inside him grew like vines, snaking their way through his body, taking control, forcing him to remain still. And with every step Tate took, Lukas' heart started beating, faster and faster as if it were reading to pound out of his chest. Finally, Tate stopped in front of him, the soles of their shoes touching.

Lukas stared in front of him, afraid to make contact. He was too scared too. Tate reached for his chin and gently forced him to look up. Lukas kept his eyes down. Not wanting to face what was before him. He didn’t want to die.

His jawline was gently stroked, which caught him off guard, and he glanced up. He still couldn't see his face correctly, but he could see his eyes. The two perfect blue spheres were peering down at him with so much intensity. Lukas's body shivered at the sight, and he felt himself lean back into the bed until he was lying down again. Tate climbed up on top of Lukas, sitting directly on his crotch, with his eyes still on him.

A ball formed in Lukas’s throat. A million questions and scenarios went through his mind, most ending up with him getting beaten. He flinched when Tate’s arm finally began to move. Tate reached for Lukas's shirt and ripped it open. Lukas gasped as he felt the cold chill on his chest. He wanted to cover himself, but his arms wouldn’t move. They lay perfect at his side.

There was a moment when neither one of them did anything but stare at each other. It made the fear inside Lukas run rampant, and he started to wish he would get beaten up so it would end.

Tate finally started moving and leaned down, hiding his face in Lukas’s neck. His lips grazed the skin before his teeth began to nibble, small bite marks as he moved up and down his neck. Lukas bit his bottom lip as the sensation made him uncomfortable, and he tried to wiggle out from under him. But, the moment he even tried to move, Tate pressed his weight even further onto Lukas’s waist, pinning him down completely.

His hands started to roam on Lukas’s chest, making his skin tingle with every inch they touched. His finger circled his nipples, and then he began to pinch them lightly. A moan escaped his mouth, and for the first time, his arms moved as he covered his mouth in surprise. Tate lifted his head for the first time since he got on top of him, and he smirked. He lowered his head again, and his mouth hovered over the left nipple. Lukas watched as the tip of Tate’s tongue slipped out and gently touched it, causing him to flinch, which made Tate proceed. He opened his mouth lightly. He leaned in even more until the small bud completely disappeared.

Tate's fingers and mouth were expertly teasing his nipples. Then, a sensation Lukas had never felt before started to take over. While he kept one of his hands firmly on his mouth, the other grabbed onto Tate’s arm, squeezing it as hard as he could. He rolled his head back as the feeling grew to the point where he could no longer think. He never knew he could feel this good, and he found himself wishing it wouldn't end.

Tate’s mouth left his nipple, and he began to kiss his way back to his neck. Finally, Tate's lips reached Lukas's ear, and he sucked on the earlobe gently. Lukas's hips thrust up. Tate snickered and pressed his lips against Lukas's ear.

"You're hard."

Lukas jumped out of bed, falling onto the floor. The pain from the fall coursed through his body, waking him up completely. He looked around as he lay there and noticed he was back in his room.

"Hm..." Charlie sat up. “Are you okay? What happened?"

"I think I rolled off the bed. I’m fine." Lukas rubbed his back. "Go back to sleep."

Charlie nodded, and without a second's hesitation, he went back to sleep. Lukas sighed and lay down on the floor when he felt discomfort in his groin. He reached down and jumped up.

Lukas ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He leaned against the wall. He reached down and slightly opened his pants. It was wet. Lukas quickly let go of the waistband and stared straight in front of him.

"I'm... hard?"