Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2016 21:55:42 -0400
From: David Daily <operidot1919@gmail.com>
Subject: Skyfall Chaper 2

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Chapter 2

      I could always tell when I was sleeping. My dreams would entail me
falling endlessly, falling not to my demise, but into some unknown because
the wind didn't want to bear my weight anymore. The sky had rejected me and
now I was plummeting to some foreign damnation.
      The earth doesn't exist in my dreams. It never has. Don't ask me why,
it has just never been there; just a swirling mass of solid clouds that my
parents and I played on before they disappeared into a grey mist that I had
always likened to death.
      The giant sky of my mindscape was different this time. There were no
clouds, no stars, and no suns... just an endless darkness that I happened
to be falling through.
      I was a source of tension for the sky; something however was trying
to get to me. The sky resonated with it, vibrating violently, forcing me to
examine the darkness. Words seemed to be forming around me. It was only
then I realized that my hair was different. It was longer, silvery even.
      The sky seemed to shake this time; as if I could feel everything
moving, like I was connected to it. It was then that I noticed an all too
familiar scent. I looked around, turning and weaving through the sea of
air.
      "Evan?" soundlessly I spoke into the shaky void.
      "Yea babe?" his voice shot through the aether, crumbling the sky as
bright white lights flooded my vision and my room came into being.
      I shot up, staring about my room, my eyes were free of any blur but
my skin felt sticky, tingly; like the sky still clung to me, almost
unavoidably, I saw myself as a spider sitting in his web, calculative and
patient feeling life through the tendrils of silken spit my body spun.
      "Sammy?" Evan's hand shot across my chest, pulling me down. I must've
been unresponsive as his forced me to face him. I looked into his cerulean
eyes, and breathed him in.
      "The sea..."
      "Hmm?" his words showered me in salty air, his voice filled me with
seaside acquiescence. I almost didn't want to respond.
      "It's what I smelled in the void." He possibly read my lips, we were
only inches apart but I wasn't sure if he had heard me, my mind told me
that some words were still left in the sky.
      "The void?" his face contorted slightly? He moved back slightly, his
hair sprawled out about us like tentacles, there was a strange quality to
it that reminded me of seaweed. It seemed variegated under the light. The
dark matter had subtle green streaks all over and I had only just noticed.
      "Sam?" he had grown weary of my weirdness and straddled
me. "Sam. Talk to me? What happened?" I did my best to make eye contact
with him. Lightning flashed behind him, the storm was still in full force
beyond us.
      "How did I get here?" I mustered a yawn and felt something realign
with my body.
      "According to Jess..." he flipped his wavy hair over his shoulder and
leapt off me, plopping down into my mattress. "Some tall, blonde,
shirtlessly hot British guy brought you in.  He disappeared shortly after."
      "What?"
      "I know! Mysterious right? You're just getting all the hot guys
lately." He smirked at me, hoping I'd smile back.
      "I don't know what happened. Exactly how long have I been sleeping?"
I sat up again, this time with company.
      "Well, it's Tuesday morning." He got off the bed and looked down at
me. "What was that void weirdness?"
      "Idk. Sleep madness. You know how I sleep text? Yeah. That." I looked
away from him and rubbed my eyes. Embarrassed mostly by my words but even
slightly more so because I felt what I could only call the sky in me,
tracing my words and actions. I shivered and looked at him, finally letting
the latter half of his words sink in. "Has it rained right through?
Wait. What?  Wow. What happened to me?"
      "I don't think Jess got anything out of your mysterious saviour. But
you know who visited?"
      I stretched and jumped out of the bed, noting I was in my boxers from
the day before, I moved to the bathroom.
      "Aren't you gonna tell me who stopped by yesterday?" sticking his
head into the bathroom, Evan was certainly trying to get me to play
along. I was feigning enthusiasm, poorly I believed; but I persevered with
my balloon-losing-helium type demeanour.
      Pulling my boxers down, I sat and began relieving myself. "I'm... not
going... to guess...  woooo. I feel like I haven't pissed since JLO dropped
an album."
      "I'm gonna ignore that you're a disgusting person and just tell you."
He walked into the bathroom, leaned up against the counter, put his hair up
and crossed his arms.
      "How are you so elegant and graceful?" his motions filled me with
oceanic serenity again and for a moment I was about to get rather
contemplative before his voice pulled me from the depths.
      "Don't try and change the subject. What had Charlie here banging down
your front door almost naked?" if I weren't completely awake before, I was
then.
      "What?"
      "Did you fuck him? Well, you bottom, so better yet... did he fuck
you?" Evan's grin was chesire-esque. He hovered about the room as my skin
prickled and blood rushed to my face.
      "No... why're you always so interested? Aren't you supposed to be
straight?" I wasn't annoyed per say, I just wanted to avoid this
conversation. Up until a minute ago, I hadn't even remembered what had
transpired in the rain between the ginger and I.
      "Who cares why I'm interested. You've sucked my dick and been
baptized in my children. I'm allowed to know what goes into my property."
He accentuated his words by gripping, might I say and very hefty bulge.
      "Jesus Christ..." I exasperatedly wiped my face. Pulled my boxers up,
flushed the toilet and pushed his stretched cheeks and teeth away from the
sink as I washed my face. "I haven't been called your property since you
hooked up with Mindy Morgan two years ago. Incidentally, the same time JLO
dropped an album."
      "What is up with you and JLO, and lol. Yeah, Mindy was a wild
one. But she doesn't hold a flame to my first love." He winked at me and
honestly, I blushed hard. I was already heady from him putting two and two
together about Charles but this held my-
      Lightning tore across the sky, thunder hit the house like an abusive
lover. In seconds I was on the ground, crawling towards my bed.
      "Are you guys okay?" Jess' voice was a rickety mess as her head stuck
into my room.
      "Yeah? Did something happen?" I looked over at the door. I was
frightened half to hell, my voice shook with the unsteady beat of my heart.
      "A tree across the road got blasted to bits. It damn near shook the
house. Look out your window." Evan was plastered to the wall behind me;
sure enough he was as much a wreck as I was. We looked at each other and
laughed. "I was coming up the staircase looking out the window and bam!
It's like the sky hated that eye sore as much as I did."
      We walked towards the window, looking out into the storm. Thunder
reverberated through the house, instinctively I grabbed for his hand. He
looked at me and pulled me in close.
      "Ugh. Why don't you two date al-" thunder rocked the house again, my
skin felt prickly and the lights began to flicker till they fizzled out.
      "See what happens when you open your mouth?" I looked at her, only
feeling brave because Evan held my hand.
      "Well, if that's how you feel. I'll just sit and wait the storm out
in here. I'm sure Evan won't mind the company." She smirked and threw
herself into my bed.
      "Why must you two argue so much?" I could hear his eyes rolling... a
part of me hoped they'd end up in Adele's deep. Not that he'd mind.
      "She's the one who started it."
      "You're the one who's coming home unconscious with shirtless men."
Her eyes were slits as she glared at me.
      I was caught off guard by the venom in her tone. I blinked and
stepped back, letting Evan's hand fall. He looked at my expression and
smiled.
      "Are you jealous Jess?" I had to know if she was.
      "No. You idiot, I'm annoyed. You're too young for this!" I blanched
unexpectedly; I looked at her, hawk eyeing me down. I looked at Evan and he
was no better, looking away.
      "So why was Charlie here?" Evan was shamefully persistent. He went to
sit by Jess, leaving me at the window. I turned away from them and stared
out at nature.
      "Well, fine. Charlie's into me. And I misconstrued the situation
between us yesterday."
      "How?" Evan's interest was beginning to annoy me, coupled with Jess'
silence. I rubbed the bridge of my nose.
      "I gave him head. And then when I was leaving he grabbed me, poured
his heart to me.  And I basically shoved it back in his chest or just threw
it somewhere else." I was ashamed of myself, secretly. I avoided looking
back at them.
      "So who was the Ginger?"
      "Charlie is the ginger, Jess!"
      "Then who's the hot British blondeshell?"
      "I... don't know. I don't know anyone who's British. Least of all a
blonde... what was that? Blondeshell?"
      "Well good, because I absolutely forbid you from seeing him. He's too
old for you." She attempted to leave the room, storming out in a huff, but
I refused to let that happen. I jumped into the bed; smoothly I might add,
grabbed a pillow and decked her in the cranium with it.
      "You can't forbid me from seeing someone I don't know!"
      "You little bitch!" she roared, jumping back into the sack, armed
with the pillow. We tossed and turned for a while; smacking the shit out of
each other. Even though I had just woken up, somehow, I'd fallen back to
sleep when we had relaxed; our words stirring the storm as I slowly
disappeared within myself again.
      Dreamlessly this time.
      Some hours later, I'd wake to a knock at my door. I struggled against
the tide of slumber and righted myself. "Come in..." my voice was a groggy
grumble that closely resembled a croaking frog.
      "Hey, there Sam." My eyes flickered excitedly. Seeing my excitement
he sat down beside me and touched the back of his hand to my head.
      "Mohamed! How are you? Oh my god. My breath must be terrible. I'm so
sorry. Why're you here? What's going on?" I had become immensely animated,
surging with energy.
      "Calm down, little one. Your sister asked me to pay you a visit."
Mohamed had a voice like butter. He was a childhood crush; that was only 9
years older than me, but he was incredibly smart and already a doctor,
which made my 'turn on' bell ring like it worked in a firehouse.
      "Oh. Is she paying you?" my heart saddened a bit, losing its tempo,
it slowed down and almost instantly my train of thought derailed; the new
found energy dwindled to nothing but a slight scratch in the back of my
throat.
      "There's not enough money in the world to tend you Sam." His hand
caressed my cheek; I felt like a mess in his presence; completely unrelated
but possibly very related, my skin felt prickly, almost like the skin of a
pineapple.
      "Wow, Meddy, you're really laying it on thick aren't you?" I blushed
slightly, looking away from his almond brown eyes. His hair was low at the
sides and long in the middle, swept up into a pompadour, his tan skin and
smooth face made him such a dream.
      "Isn't this how I should speak to my future wife? Eh?" I blushed
immensely; the prickly feeling in my skin had become a heat wave.
      "I can't believe you remembered that." I barely remembered
it. Mohamed was turning out to be pretty awesome at this point. And I was
feeling very much like a whore for being so cock- hungry all of a sudden.
      I was probably being too hard on myself, pun intended, but aside from
Charlie and Logan, Mohamed was a timeless infatuation.
      "Well yeah. You were my biggest fan when we were kids." He smiled at
me, reminding me of the days when I would chase his lithe frame around;
also reminding me of when he used to chase my sister's frame around. And
date it. And fuck it too. But I'm going to be mature about it and just
pretend like I wasn't there for it.
      "Because you were the cutest guy I'd ever seen. Now you're one of the
cutest men I know, Dr.Khemlani."
      "Your temperature is too high. Maybe a cold shower would help?" I
couldn't tell if he was flirting with me, but the room did feel warmer. I
looked over at the window and noticed that the storm had died down, if not
stopped completely; now his pompadour made sense.
      "Maybe, but I'm hungry." I wanted him away from me; I could feel with
every moment of contact between us that the room would continue to heat
up. I could feel the beads of perspiration climbing through my pores.
      "Maybe you should be hospitalized? Your temperature is a 103. That's
not normal." He rushed into the bathroom, I heard the bathtub filling. I
personally think he was looking for a reason to strip me.
      Can I tell you how handsy the doctor was? I can tell you actually,
very handsy. His hands seemed to scorch my flesh, tracing my skin with
fingerprint embers. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure we were both hard by
the time I hit the tub. The only difference between us at this point, was
that my hardness was as plain as daylight for him to see.
      He dropped menthol in the filling tub, turning the temperature
down. The crazy thing that got me however, was that I wasn't feeling it. I
was too wrapped up in the heat of seeing Meddy that I hadn't even noticed
that the power had returned or that the supposed ice cold shower was
actually room temperature.
      "How are you feeling Samsam?" he cooed at me, running his hands
across my chest, he slowly caressed my nipples. "What is this? Is the
system broken?"
      "What do you mean?" I watched as he turned the temperature further
down and stuck his hand in to feel it. "Is something wrong?"
      "The water in the tub is warm. Do you not notice?" his eyes were
wide, and I knew something was wrong me.
      "Nope, it's feels cold. Like I'm freezin' in this bitch." I started
to fake shiver and his look of concern faded momentarily. I folded into my
legs and foetal positioned myself near him. Soon he started to pet my hair,
taking his own shirt off, to either rub up on me or to not get it wet. My
rational mind chose the latter; the horny teen part of me wanted the first
option.
      "You feel cooler Samsam..." he whispered this, kissing my head
sometime later, probably about 20 minutes later. It was interesting to say
the least. It wasn't as sexual as I'd have hoped for... but he was sweet,
incredibly gentle and though I was lying through my teeth about feeling the
temperature changes, I really appreciated all he was doing to humor me.
      "Good. Can we feed me now?" I stood up, water traversing my body,
dripping of the head of my engorged phallus. He looked up at me from his
position beside the tub. Shirtless and in a pair of black harem pants, if
he was worried about my temperature before, the upward curving of my cock
might've been a hint to the rising Fahrenheit.
      "Fee- feed you?" he nodded up at me, looking at the gap between my
eyes and dick.
      "Yeah, but could you pass me a towel first?" I pointed to the rack
behind him. He wiped his brow following my hand with his eyes, turning
before standing. I smiled within myself knowing the stretchy fabric
wouldn't conceal anything.
      Getting the towel and turning around, he quickly tossed it to me and
exited the room. I stepped out of the shower, feeling slightly invincible,
a part of me still felt a spider's web being plucked, or finetuned maybe,
by the sky part of me.
      As I dried myself, I confronted this representation of a sky-self,
looking at my reflection in the mirror, I did notice that my hair was
longer, not immediately noticeable, but it was about an inch or two longer
and lighter. If my dream hadn't freaked me out before, it certainly had
now.
      And with that realization, I had not felt it before, but I was
suddenly cold. Freezing even, goose pimples had assaulted my skin and taken
siege of any flat skin that remained. I tried to shake it off, throwing the
towel aside and walking into my room.
      A part of me hoped to find Mohamed on my bed, awaiting me. Shirtless
and stroking his long brown sugar cock, but alas, he was just sitting on
the bed, looking down, waiting to go retrieve his shirt. Not before I
teased him with my subpar can be sometimes sexy body.
      "Did you turn the temperature up in here?" he called from the
bathroom.
      "No? Why?" I asked throwing on a wifebeater and a pair of boxers.
      "It's freezing in here, there's even frost in the bathtub. I think
you guys need to call a repairman. The water was barely cool before and now
it's cramping my hand."
      "Why're you playing in the water?" Was he trying to drink my human
soup? I looked at my reflection for a moment, really eyeing myself for that
train of thought. Evan was right, I am disgusting human being. I chuckled
slightly and waited for Meddy by the door.
      He came out, shirt on, looking like some long lost Indian prince that
had become Americanized. "I was trying to unplug the water, y'know,
doctor..." he gesticulated to himself.  "Sworn to serve and protect and
stop the breeding of bacteria."
      "Serve and protect?" I eyed him slyly as he smiled back at me. "What
took you so long then? Were you touching yourself to me?" I batted my
eyelashes and giggled.
      "No. I did that when I first left the bathroom, and I couldn't put my
hand in the water. It was wait too cold." He showed me his hand and I
touched it, feeling the lifelessness that came with ice.
      "Wow. I'll mention it to Jess." I kissed his hand, instinctively. It
felt like the right thing to do.
      I trekked down the stairs to the kitchen, jess had already finished
cooking, and she'd made some pasta thing. She's not the best cook, but her
pasta things were always delicious.  Mohamed didn't stay; I blame Jess more
than myself. I mean, come on. She broke up with him. I still wanted him.
      One girl's trash is another guy's treasure.
      Sometime after dinner I was made aware of a week of freedom. The
school had been damaged by the inclement weather and we'd have the week
off.
      *
      I spent the rest of the week in my bedroom, taking visits from Evan
and one visit from Charlie that seemed to incur nature's wrath, nothing too
heavy but the day was washed away.
      Charlie pulled the most dramatic card out of his hat. "I'll wait for
you." He said, as if I needed company to find myself. I should have
respected the sweetness of it all, I mean, the very core of it was true and
honest sincerity; something I'd craved since Logan first swept me up and
bent me over his car in the school parking lot.
      I was broken, crumbled even. I likened myself to a cookie-less
chocolate chip. I craved loved but didn't want the sympathy that sometimes
came with it. But what about Evan you might ask? Well he's been there since
I can remember. He was with me before I started to push people away and he
stayed with me after. He had this tidalectic nature of knowing when to push
and pull; he was always stronger than me and I strived off it.
      But I have to share his attention with his string of girlfriends. We
are closer than normal friends, as you've guessed from my narration we've
had some sexual encounters. I was his first blowjob. And wow.
      I'd told him about what was happening between Logan and I and he
asked me to show him. I must admit that in the past 3 years, Logan's dick
had grown. It was a mighty fine penis, but Evan's was better. The girls at
school didn't call him the rod because of turgidity, even though that
helped. Evan was just always bigger, and possibly the biggest in our
school.
      It's a source of pride for me, don't ask why. It just is.
      But what I wanted to mention was, his semen. The first time I gave
him head, I'd swallowed. Something I'd not even done the prior year with
Logan. His semen, Evan's, was...  amazing. It was salty,clearly... but it
was what woke me from the void earlier in the week. It reminded me of the
ocean. Evan always reminds me of a body of water... and his orgasms were
intense deluges that made me wonder how he even accomplished sex.
      Trust me. Like I mentioned earlier, the boy can out a fire.
      But yeah, I'm not in love with him, maybe I once was, but we're
better as friends.
      Anyways. Stop letting me drag you into my mind stew.
      "Get up. We're going to the mall." I begrudgingly opened my eyes to
look at Evan.
      "Why?"
      "I need some shit. Jess needs some shit. I'll see you downstairs in
15." He left in a huft as I checked my phone, it was fifteen past ten. Way
too early, I thought, stretching and moving to the bathroom. Since Meddy's
visit, the bathroom had been quite okay, there were no malfunctions as he'd
stated. I had chalked it up to the weirdness that had been following me the
past week.
      Twenty minutes later and Evan was behind the wheel of Jess' car. The
mall was good stretch away, we never went to the one nearest our
neighbourhood. Evan knew how I felt about intermingling with
schoolfolk. I'm very aware of how antisocial I am.
      Naturally, we split up. Evan was more precise than I was. I felt more
inclined to visit Peter, this hot guy that used to attend our school. He
also dated my sister once upon a time.
      "Welcome to FLEX, the shop where we give you the necessities to
stretch those kinky muscles." He inherited a sex shop. Which I thought was
brilliant.
      "Peter!" I practically screamed it. I around the counter, he came to
met me and I jumped on him. Wrapping my legs around him, invariably he
placed me on the counter and stared into my face. He was like the hot older
brother I'd always wanted.
      He was burly and barrel-chested, built like a woodsman with short
spiky hair. He had the warmest brown eyes and a toothy grin that always
left me feeling happy. He never not treated me like a kid. Giving me candy
and letting me sit on the counter, chatting him and customers up (to some
of their chagrin).
      At some point I left and met up with Evan. Did I ever mention how
graceful he was. His hair was out and there was a Beyonc‚-esque breeze
pushing his hair about. I'm sure every girl in the food court was with
something a lot more staining than anticipation. Some guys too, it was
understandable; some of them looked so disappointed when he came and sat
with me.
      "Did you get everything?" I asked, lazily eyeing his bags, focusing
more on my stomach than anything else.
      "Do you see any groceries in these bags?" he barely glanced at me
before sitting.
      "What crawled up your urethra?" we were really the best pals in
public, I hate how pallid I was at school with him, but he understood.
      "It's Gillian again. She's complaining that I'm here with you." He
looked at his phone and hissed almost.
      "How'd she know that you were with me?" I was genuinely
intrigued. Also, despite years of friendship, would it be strange if I
admitted that I'd never seen him sweat. Or am I just freaking out because
something started to tug at me.
      "Look at this..." he, rather aggressively I should add, showed me a
text from her; it contained a picture of us walking, his hand across my
shoulders and me smiling adoringly up at him.
      "Can I have this? It's so well taken. Holy shit! Do you see that grin
on my face? It's like I knew she was taking this pic." I laughed harder
than I should've, giving him his phone back, he looked at my expression as
well and soon enough, he was a tranquil pond.
      "So what are we going to eat today boyfriend?" I looked around and
sure enough there was a girl coming towards us. That was his loudly used
codeword to ward off girls. It didn't always work, like with this shooting
star rocketing towards us.
      "Can we get hotdogs? The manager always gives you free shit when you
flirt with him." I eyed the girl suspiciously as she hovered at the edge of
our table; trying her best to ignore me as she slid her number to Evan.
      "I hate doing that. He's so eager to plea- Excuse me what's this?" my
eyes were owl- wide. He was gonna take this firecracker on.
      "It's so you can call me. Y'know, since you and Gillian are through."
She smiled, whipping her brown hair back. Her silver eyes held a malicious
glint. I could tell she was just waiting to sink her claws; I looked at her
nails, yup claws, into him.
      "I'm sorry who are you?" I looked at her, my words I hope, held more
venom than she could muster.
      "Cayenne, like the pepper." She smiled at Evan. I snorted. Didn't I
call it? Didn't I say this bitch looked like something fiery? I took in her
body, she had long legs, covered by a tight layer of leather; she was
keenly shaped. I had to admit, she beat Gillian in everything but tact.
      "Do you even go to our school?" I was a little intrigued. She was
bold as hell.
      "No silly," she touched me, rubbed my shoulder with the sincerity of
a raccoon playing dead. "I go to Hopkins, on this side."
      "Then... wow Evan. You're Barney Stintson Legendary." He looked at
me, suspiciously eyeing this condiment of a woman.
      "Very legendary," she giggled, circling our table, daring to touch
him the way she had touched me.
      "Well, now that you've dropped off your number. I'm sure he'll call
you sometime soon."  I waved at her, but she seemed ready to ignore me
again.
      "Yeah," Evan seemed to have picked up on our exchange and knew that
this fly was going to pitch if she fluttered any longer. "Who told you
Gillian and I were through?"
      "Check her twitter. She's saying some pretty nasty things about you
and your friend here.  I see you're unaware. I'm gonna go." That last part
seemed the most genuine she'd been in a while. Evan however, looked like
his waters were turning. His seas were at turmoil and I didn't know if I
could help.
      "I'll go buy the food. You try to salvage your relationship." I got
up quickly, the inertia rode my stomach down as I walked to a line and went
through the motions. My thoughts were not thing for me to be left alone
with; I occasionally glanced at Evan. His hands were curled in his hair and
his head was down in his phone. It scared me. I wished he'd just left me
alone when he had the chance. When I gave him the green light and he
decided to park himself in my freaking life.
      "I got you sushi..." my voice was small as I sat down. He loved raw
fish, it was really strange but, maybe it was just who he was.
      "Hey. Please don't hate me for this. Please. Okay?" he looked me in
the eyes, tears were there. And I was worried.
      "Hey, if anything... I'm the one who should be apologizing." I took
his outreached hand.  I felt the tingle of electricity of my spine
again. Something intense was happening and I was terrified. Evan didn't
cry. Or he did. But I've just never seen it before. His shirt was wet, his
body just had this potential to torrent and I was just noticing it.
      "No. No... she didn't take out her rage on me. She did it to you." He
slowly turned his phone and showed it to me.
      I gasped. An audible gasp. I wasn't big on loudness but everyone was
looking at us. My skin prickled and I felt the void align itself with me. I
felt not the emptiness but the fullness of it.
      The sky darkened; a bright blue day warped to a hulking grey
thunderstorm. Lightning forked itself across the sky; the power flickered
as the lights went out. The building rattled with the force of thunder
intimidating it. The skylight above us shattered, people screamed, doors
were blown of their hinges. I was the centre of this storm
      I was pissed...


Well there's Chapter 2, I hope it lived up to your expectations. If you
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