Lukas had spent his entire weekend at home alone, doing nothing but overthinking his current situation. He had held back his want to call Charlie and ask him about his recent worries. He didn’t want to worry him. He knew Charlie would overreact and come running if he knew Lukas was having a hard time.

He rolled off the bed, nearly falling off. He managed not to fall and headed towards the bathroom. He flicked the light open and walked in. Lukas looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red, and the dark circles were much darker than ever before. He looked terrible and felt even worse.

He knew going to school would make things worse for him and decided it was best to stay home and try to sleep.

Lukas headed back to his bedroom, grabbing his phone before laying down. He quickly sent Charlie a text and pulled the covers over his head. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander to the world of dreams. But he couldn't take that step further and dive into a deep sleep. He stayed there in the in-between. Half-awake and half-asleep.

He groaned and tried to concentrate, to get himself to fall asleep completely, but nothing was working. He turned his head to the side and saw the plastic bag Tate had left the last time he came. Lukas got out of the bed and went to it. Inside was the lube he had tried and the regular cock ring. Lukas reached for the lube and went back to his bed with it in his hand. He stared at the bottle for the first time, looking at it carefully. When he got it, he was so nervous because Tate was there that he didn't take the time to see what he was actually holding. The bottle was transparent with a pinkish liquid inside. He opened the lid, and a sweet smell came from within.

Lukas poured some of it into the palm of his hand. It felt cool to the touch. It was slimy but not in a gross way. He rubbed his finger into it, letting it expand in his palm.

"Touch yourself." Tate's voice filled his mind.

Lukas bit his bottom lip as he rubbed his hands together before reaching down. He wrapped his hands around his cock that was already growing erection. The feeling made him jump a little. The gel was cool to the touch that he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Do what I did."

Lukas wrapped one of his hands around the base like Tate and started to play with the head. He could imagine Tate there. Standing at the other end of the room. Watching him with those dark eyes. Examining each of Lukas's movements.

Lukas lay down on his back while he continued to touch himself. His hips would thrust upwards from time to time as the pleasure would increase. It was weird. He felt as though Tate was really there. In his room. Watching him.

"Tate." Lukas moaned. Tate slowly walked over towards him, stopping right in front of the bed. His eyes hungrily roaming over Lukas's body. "Tate." Lukas whimpered.

Tate smirked and crawled up over him. Soon Lukas's hands weren't his anymore but Tate's, expertly working their magic on him. Lukas's back arched, and his eyes went to the back of his head. He turned his head to the side and bit the pillow. He had never felt so good by himself before. It was as if only thinking of Tate could get him to experience the same pleasures as if he was.

"Don't stop," Tate whispered, his lips pressed up against Lukas's ear. Lukas's hand on the base of his cock went to his balls, and he started to massage them. "Good boy."

A moan got caught in his throat. He could feel his orgasm approach. It was coming so much faster than ever before.

"You're so wet." Tate's lips gently went down his neck, tasting his skin. "Am I making you like that?" Lukas nodded. He couldn't lie at that moment, and neither could his body. He wanted Tate's touch. He wanted him there, looking at him with those dark eyes. Whispering things in his ear. He wanted Tate. "Cum for me."

"Ah..."

Lukas moaned. And it drove him even closer to the edge. His mind went blank as he felt the pleasure crash down on him. His hips bucked, and his body went rigid.

“Lovely little boy.”

Lukas immediately stopped. He quickly sat up, pushing himself into the corner. His back firmly pressed against the wall. His eyes wandered around the room, watching, waiting, to see if he would see it. This time it didn’t appear. He ran out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom. He entered the shower and turned it on, letting the drops of water fall on him.

"Fuck." Lukas cursed as he rolled himself up in a little ball.