Thread: *Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

Addicted To You. A tale of twisted obsession. This Friday night seemed much more blurry than the last few. Of course, Nicholas had taken to doing his job more often than partying lately because his family needed some extra cash. But, those debts were paid, and it was time to let loose and have abit of fun. Seeing as this hard working man did really nothing other than work his ass off, and he took a seat at the best night club for all the underground debauchery. In which Nicholas was also digging himself into tonight, sharing his product with the group of like minds. Mostly cocaine, as he didn't just roll out the heroin for anyone. But the group of party goers were more than happy to partake in the free drugs and get themselves more fucked than they already were. Not to mention the alcohol was flowing like a shot glass stream. It had been such a fun night, half of it wouldn't and couldn't be remembered in the morning. It had been a whirl wind of bright lights, loud music and bodies dancing together. Oh....the bodies....wait no...just one body. Just one body caught Nicholas's attention that night, when something caught Nicholas's eyes....he went for it, and for what could be remembered....he got what he went after. Blurred images of going home...but not going home alone. Shadows in the mind of soft skin to skin, and the taste of kisses and sweat. The echoes of pleasured screams and moans filling the darkness of a mind that couldn't really piece everything together. The air thick with the smells of lust and sex from the thoughts that Nicholas could even try and bring back as a full memory. Nicholas was snug in his bed, his arms tucked up under his pillow and his head snuggled hard into the fluffy fabric. His blonde hair was sticking up in a wild bed head appearance, not to mention sex hair. But that was the last thing that Nicholas even remotely cared about as he was lost in his dreams. He was naked, and only the part of the blanket was covering his body. But he was happily snugged on his stomach, his sleeping tones slipping from him as he laid there. Uncaring to the rest of the world. The bright autumn sun was blaring through his old, cream colored curtains. Filling the room in a sunlight lit hue. The apartment itself was quiet, but the sounds of the busy city streets climbed into the apartment from far below. Adding a hum of noise that expressed that the morning was there and it was time to get up, to those that needed to get up anyway. Nicholas could have really slept through the bright sunlight and noise, but his dreams were plagued with images of the night before, and the drugs in his body had him still running on high drive. So, as the sun hit his face, he groaned softly. Turning his face into the pillow.....but he was awake now. Although, he didn't get up or anything, he just laid there, his face buried in the pillow. He knew he was home as he could smell and feel his own bedding. But, as he laid there, his heart still racing from the cocaine that was wearing out of his system, and his head starting to thump from drinking far to much.....he remembered that he didn't leave the club alone. He had had sex last night....lots of sex...hell his body was sore from it even. He was sure if he got up and looked at himself in the mirror he was going to he lined with nail marks, bite marks, and whatever else the partner had attack him with in their love making. Thats when it hit him......he was home........he had brought someone home! He fucked up. He wasnt supposed to bring anyone to his home unless they were a member of the business. It kept people from knowing where the line of drugs was coming from. They didn't just need random people coming and going. So when he was to have sex with people he normally went to their place, or motel rooms. He hoped and prayed as he laid there that no one had seen him bring this person here and he still had time to shoo them out and still be unseen. Perhaps he could sweep this under the rug like it never happened. But damn, from what he could remember....his heart raced at the thought of the sex, for it was the best he ever had. He moaned softly into the pillow, not wanting to wake up or even move. But he had to get this girl out of his apartment. He assumed in his mind it was a girl....his brain couldn't really recall just what the sex of his partner was, but he knew for a FACT he only took men to his bed when he was sober and went out of town to pick up a male whore. That was IT. It was against everything in his life to take male sex partners, so....surely he took him home a pretty young girl. So, it was time to get up and get her out of here. He did lay there a few more moments to see if he heard movement in his apartment, maybe she was up and getting ready to leave on her own. But there was no sound besides the normal noises outside. Nicholas shivered slightly as he reached out to get himself some more covers. It was chilly in his apartment, and he knew the heater most likely needed kicked to start working again. As he reached out to cover his naked form some more, he felt the body that was still in the bed with him. It was all snuggled in the blankets......thats were all his covers went.....the person was a blanket hog too it seemed. Yea, she needed out of here. Turning his head out of the pillow, he slowly opened his bright blue eyes to the glare of the room and scrunched his face up at the onslaught of sunlight. Once they adjusted, he looked at the partner he had brought him to his bed and tugged on the covers abit. Hey, wake up.. He muttered, his voice heavy with sleepy tones....but also there was a VERY thick accent. He had taken to speaking English well, but sometimes, he still struggled. But as he tugged on the covers it revealed just who was there.....and it dawned on him that it wasn't a girl......... His heart fell into his ass, and if he hadn't been so shocked and frozen he would have jumped out of the bed like it was on fire. He brought home a BOY! A MALE! A MAN! He swallowed a ton of bricks and couldn't move or speak for a moment. All he could utter was YA tak trakhal ... Translation. I'm so fucked...