Lukas struggled a moment, but after a few seconds, he managed to sit up. He felt so weak. Drained of energy.

Tate climbed up onto the bed and sat behind him. He forced Lukas to lean back into his chest and reached down, removing the ring. Lukas whimpered when he was finally free from the cock ring. It was a lot more unpleasant than he thought it would be. He breathed heavily, his head against Tate's chest. He could already feel his erection lose its girth. He wanted to cry. Nothing was working, and it was driving him crazy.

That's when he felt it. Tate's hands. One was wrapped around the base of his cock while the other one was on the tip.

"Relax," Tate whispered in his ear. Lukas's back arched as Tate played with the tip of his cock. "That's it."

Tate’s hands were much bigger than his. They wrapped around him, enclosing him in their heat. His hands weren’t rough, and they felt good.

The hand on his base was twisting lightly, applying just enough pressure. Tate’s other hand pulled the skin back, exposing the tip completely, and he focused most of his attention there. Lukas had never thought about doing that. He didn’t know much when it came to touching himself. He didn’t know what felt good. Lukas gasped and closed his legs.

"Don't close your legs." Tate's mouth was so close to his ear. He could practically feel his lips against it. Lukas moaned as he opened his legs as much as he could. "Place your legs over mine."

Lukas raised one leg at a time and rested them on Tate's. He felt embarrassed by this position. He could feel a little cold breeze against his hole.

Tate resumed, and one of his hands went for Lukas' balls. He rolled them in his hands, messaging them gently but applying just enough pressure to stimulate them. Lukas grabbed the sheets and bit his lip.

"You're leaking more now."

"Ah..."

Lukas couldn't hold it in. It felt so good. He looked down to see what Tate had said, and he saw it. Precum was leaking from his tip. And lots of it. The substance coated Tate's hands and leaked down his cock. It was the first time this had happened to him. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes as he let himself completely go.

"Look at yourself."

Lukas opened his eyes and looked in front of him. There was a full-body mirror in front of them, and he could see himself. Legs spread wide open. His growing erection in Tate's hands. His face was completely red. He barely looked like himself.

As erotic as it was to see himself like that, he couldn't keep his eyes off Tate. His eyes were on Lukas, watching him like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on his prey. Lukas felt his body heat rise, and his mouth dropped open, letting an erotic moan out.

"You're feeling it more now." Lukas couldn't say it. He didn't know how it would come out. He placed a hand over his mouth and nodded. "Don't hold back your moans. Let them out."

It was at that moment that Tate and Lukas's eyes locked in the mirror. He was looking at him. Those piercing, hungry eyes, staring back at him. Lukas felt his mind blank, and he thrust his hips up as his whole body went rigid. His eyes rolled back, and his mouth opened again, releasing sounds he never thought he could make. He felt a wave take over him and his toes curled as it went through him. He could feel it coming. For the first time in his life, it was going to happen.

“You’re so cute.”

Lukas froze in place. That voice had taken root in his mind. It slithered its way through him, taking control of every part of him. He closed his eyes tightly, wanting to forget, but it only fueled the fear even more.

“Lukas.”

Lukas opened his eyes, and there he saw it. As plain as day. A dark figure before him. Kneeling in front of him. Between his legs. It had no facial features, but Lukas knew it as looking at him. He could feel its eyes on him. Forcing him to look at it. It placed its hands on his thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs, and they drew closer to his groin.

Lukas couldn't move. His body went cold, and he began to shake. His hands started to grasp whatever they could, and he squeezed as hard as his muscles would allow him. Everywhere it touched him, he saw a dark mark spreading on his skin as it explored him. The mark was so cold it burned. He wanted to look away, to scream, but nothing was happening. He just wanted it to stop.

“Lukas!” Tate’s voice entered his ears, breaking him from his nightmare. “You’re hurting me.”

It was then that Lukas realized that he was holding onto Tate’s arms so hard that he had dug his nails into them, breaking the skin.

“So-sorry.”

Lukas lowered his head and slowly let go. His fingers ached as he pulled away. The dark figure was no longer there.

“Well, that ended quickly.” Tate stared at the flaccid member in his hand. “Done?”

Lukas nodded as he quickly moved off from Tate’s lap and sat on the bed with his legs pulled into his chest. Tate got up and, without a word, left the room. Lukas could hear running water from the kitchen. He grabbed his boxers and put them on. Tate re-entered the room and went for his things.

"You were close, weren't you?" Lukas looked up at Tate. For a brief moment, it was true. He had never been so close to cumming before, and it felt good. "Okay." Tate nodded, and he grabbed his things. "Bye."

Without another word, Tate walked out of Lukas's room, and he exited the apartment. Lukas lay in his bed. His heart was still beating rapidly in his chest. He could still feel Tate's touch on him, and he buried his face in his pillow.

If only he hadn’t thought of him. If he hadn’t heard that voice, he would’ve been able to finish. He had tried so hard to forget about it, but it came back. It always came back. Lukas pulled his knees in towards his chest and tightly closed his eyes.

Lukas was in the corner of his bed. His legs still pulled up to his chest. He had waited about half an hour before taking a shower and then texted Charlie that it was safe for him to come over.

He heard the apartment door open and knew Charlie had arrived.

"Hey." Charlie walked into the room and sat down on the bed. "Are you okay?"

Lukas looked at him. Charlie seemed to be glowing. He could only assume he had a good time with Hiro.

"You had fun with Hiro?" Charlie blushed and turned his head slightly as if to hide it. Lukas smiled and rested his head on his knees. "I'm okay."

"Did that guy come over?"

"Yeah." Lukas nodded.

"What did you guys do?"

Lukas stared at a spot on his bed.

"I was close. Closer than ever before."

"What?" Charlie's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" Lukas nodded. "Oh my god. How did it feel?"

"Amazing." Lukas blushed. "But...."

"But what?" Lukas looked at Charlie. “Lukas? What happened?”

“I heard it.”

“You heard what?”

“Right before I was gonna...” Lukas paused. “I heard a voice.”

“Was it him talking to you?” Lukas shook his head. “What did the voice say?”

“You’re so cute.”

There was a silence between them. Charlie knew what it meant. He didn’t have to explain.

“You heard his voice.” Lukas nodded. “Lukas.”

Charlie reached for him to try and comfort him, but Lukas pulled back. He wasn’t in the mood to be touched.

“I know what you’re going to say.”

“I don’t think you do.” Charlie sat in front of him with his legs crossed. “I’m worried about you.”

“I know.”

Lukas understood perfectly well why he was worried. He was too. He was worried that if it were resurfacing again, it wouldn’t go away this time.

He just wanted more was to forget about it. He wanted to bury it deep inside a box and throw away the key.