Lukas leaned back into Tate's chest. He hadn’t really noticed it the day before, but it was firm and large. Lukas’s whole back fit in his chest. The heat emanating from Tate seeped into Lukas’s skin. It made him feel good. He felt safe there. The drumming from Tate's heart soothed him, and all thoughts of anxiety or fear left him.

Tate grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some into his hands. Lukas watched as he rubbed his hands together, spreading the gel. Tate placed one of his hands on the base of Lukas's cock while the other went for the head, just like the day before.

Lukas immediately started to react to his touch, and his semi-formed erection grew. Lukas closed his eyes tightly, and his mouth dropped open without making a sound as Tate's hands did their magic.

"I noticed this yesterday." Tate leaned his head in so he could talk into Lukas's ear. "You have thin pubic hair." He twirled his finger in the small patch of hair. Lukas held in his breath as he felt Tate's breath against his neck. "It almost looks like you don't have any."

Lukas shuddered. Tate was different. He didn't know how to describe it. Lukas's mirror was still in the same place, and he could see everything. But like the day before, Lukas could only see Tate. Sitting behind him. Looking down at what he was doing. Lukas's cock twitched in Tate's hands, and Tate looked up.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Tate asked as he locked eyes with him. Lukas's face flushed, and he looked away. "Why are you looking away?" Tate's lips were brushing against Lukas's ear.

Lukas bit his lip. He wanted to moan, but he was too afraid that Tate would realize the answer to his questions faster if he did.

"N-no reason." Lukas's hips thrust upwards.

Lukas tried really hard to suppress it and stop himself from looking into the mirror. But it was too hard. He wanted to see him. He wanted to see Tate's face. To see the expression he was making. Lukas's eyes darted quickly to the mirror, and in that brief second, Tate knew.

"Am I the reason you're this turned on?” He grinned slightly. “I remember you said something about that when you told me about your ED, but I didn't think it was true." Lukas placed his hands over his mouth. He really didn't want Tate to realize it, but it seemed that he couldn't hide it forever. "How interesting." Tate licked Lukas's ear. Lukas felt his body tremble, and the heat that he had felt the day before started taking over him. Lukas bent forward even more as his body continued to tremble. Tate pressed himself against Lukas, enveloping him even more in his body. "Don't bend over like that." Tate pressed his lips to Lukas's ear. "I can't see."

Tate's words were like a spell that he had put on Lukas. He couldn't resist. Lukas did as he was told and sat up straight, leaning back into his chest once again. The heat from Tate’s chest intensified, and it drove him crazy. It felt as though it was invading every part of him, taking hold of his body.

Tate decided that he was going to start venturing elsewhere. To explore other options. While one of his hands continued to give Lukas pleasure down under, his other hand reached up and began to tease his nipples. Flashes of the dream he had the first time came to mind, and Lukas had an even harder time containing himself. Tate was playing him like a fiddle. Moving his fingers with such grace and rapidity that Lukas couldn’t keep up.

"You're so wet."

Lukas' grabbed Tate's arm and dug his nails into his skin. This was so much more intense than the day before. The way Tate was manipulating his body. The words Tate was saying. The way his lips would gently and so lightly touch his ear. Everything was too much for Lukas to grasp all at once. Lukas's body arched, and he looked up. His ceiling was pure white, and he felt his mind slowly turning the same.

"Look. In. The. Mirror."

Lukas lowered his head and stared into the mirror. Tate was looking at him. His eyes were dark, but they weren't the same as when he saw him having sex with the nurse. They weren't cold. They were hungry. Slowly devouring him through the reflection in the mirror.

Lukas moaned, and he felt his legs go rigid. A wave of heat coursed through him from his stomach and expanded. Lukas arched his back as his hands grabbed a fistful of the bedsheets. His mind blanked, and his toes curled.

“Beautiful.”

A cold chill run down Lukas’s back. It was back—that voice. The heat from his body was gone, and he was feeling cold. He could feel it. It was back. Watching him. Lukas pushed himself further back, wanting to fade into what was against his back. He wanted to hide. Be somewhere safe. Lukas furiously searched the room, examining every nook and cranny, waiting to see if it would come out.

"Lukas."

His eyes immediately went to the mirror. There it was. Its head poking out ever so slightly. Just enough. Watching him from the right side. It crawled out from behind the mirror and started to make its way towards him. Fear started to spread like wildfire with every inch closer it got. Lukas began to shake uncontrollably. He pushed himself even further, trying desperately to put some distance between it and him.

“Lukas!” Tate yelled in his ear. Lukas jumped and climbed off his lap. “You’re limp again.”

Lukas didn’t say anything. He was too shaken up. He quickly reached for his clothes and got dressed. He then pushed himself back until he was against the wall.

Tate sighed and left the room. After a few minutes, he came back. Tate leaned down and grabbed his hoodie.

"Keep that for next time." Tate pointed at the bag before lifting the hood, covering his head. "Bye."

Lukas nodded as he watched Tate leave. When he heard the front door close, he pulled in his knees and hid his face. His hands continued to shake. He grabbed onto his pants, squeezing as hard as he could.

"Why?"

Small tears accumulated in the corner of his eyes, ready to roll down his cheeks.