Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Devour a Fucking Rainbow
Cedrick
It’s been too long without him.
He’s stopped returnin’ my texts. He’s staying inside the house more often than not.
He’s hidin’ from me.
Whether he knows it or not.
The only time I get to see him is when he’s walking to class—because he has no other choice. And I hate that I can’t touch him. That he’s so close, yet so far away. Sometimes mere feet, others across the courtyard. But he never sees me, no.
I keep myself hidden because the last thing I wanna do is spook my little mouse into disappearing completely. He’s too skittish for anything extreme when he’s not forced into it.
I just need to find a way to see him more because this… this is not enough.
My skin is tingling, burning, achin’ with the desire to touch him again. To feel his sweat-slickened skin against mine as he writhes pathetically, whimpers escaping those ample lips that I can’t wait to feel wrapped around my cock.
I need Madison.
Any way I can have him.
And I’ll be damned if he’s the reason I don’t get ‘em.
Screams echo down the darkened hall, and I wipe sweat from my brow, smearing paint along the back of my glove. My victim got away from me, but I can’t bring myself to care.
For the first time since I started scaring, my heart’s just not in it. Because I can’t stop thinking about Madison and how utterly perfect he was.
How everyone else pales in comparison.
It’s pathetic, really.
“What the fuck is up with you?” Ligature bitches in my earpiece. “This is the third person tonight—”
Before Booker can even finish his sentence, I’m yanking my earpiece out of my ear and shaking my head to clear the ringing that now resounds. I shove it in my pocket and let out a thunderous growl.
“I know,” I mutter to no one but myself. The ropes hangin’ from the beams in the ceiling swing around me as I pace back and forth. I bury my hands in my hair and yank, tearing strands from my skull. But even the sting of that is not enough to redirect my thoughts back to the now.
All that’s in the forefront of my mind is how pretty Madison looked strapped to that dolly. Small and weak and pathetic. And so, so precious.
He was… is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
And I want more.
I need more.
“I can see you pacing back and forth in there, Static.” Kierra’s voice rolls through the speakers hidden in the corner of the room.
“Fuck off,” I mutter as I continue my pacing. My sweaty hair is sticking up on all ends, teeth bared, and eyes crazed.
I probably look every bit the psycho I’m portraying.
“Harrumph.”
“What’s got you looking like that?” Kierra’s voice crackles on the speakers after a minute of silence, and I startle because I thought she’d left me alone.
“Nothing, Kierra.”
“Well… another group is about to come in so you might want to get your shit together.” And I just know the bitch is smirking as she stares at me through the screen the cameras display on.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m on it,” I tell her as I square my shoulders, rollin’ em back and straightening to my full six-foot three frame. Ropes smack me in the face as I do, but I easily swing them away, unbothered by them as I exit the room with little to no purpose but a job I still have to do.
I just need to get my shit together.
I need to get Madison out of my mind.
Clearly, he’s not worth the trouble. He’s too… No.
I shake my head vehemently. I’m too much for someone like him. The things I like, the things I want, could never match up to someone as pure as him.
It was just a one-time fluke, and I should probably start tryin’ to get over this shit because it’s affecting me way too much.
I mean, for fuck’s sake, it has me dreading work, and I love my job. Who wouldn’t?
Yeah.
I need to get over Madison Payne.
That’s easier said than done, especially when the boy continues to rob my every thought. Sleeping and awake.
He’s a fucking thief, is what he is.
I stare up at my dark ceiling, blinking through the bleariness in my eyes of another night of missing sleep—because of him.
I dream of his soft cries and loud whimpers.
His snotty tears and choking gasps.
His pleas.
His beggin’.
His enchanting beauty as he stared up at me through those dark, clumped lashes, wishing for a reprieve he didn’t really want because that was the best he’d ever felt in his entire life.
And fuck, when Madison lets go…
There’s nothin’ else like it.
“Fuck.” I toss the blanket back with a growl and shove upward until the cool air of my fan is drifting over the bare skin of my torso, causing goosebumps to break out against my flesh.
I pull my pierced bottom lip in between my teeth and chew on the metal of the jewelry in it as I let my mind drift.
There’s nothing else I can really do at four in the morning.
I guess I could go over to his place, but he’ll be sleeping—with his curtains closed—so there’s really no point in that.
He’s getting smarter, the little shit head.
But as annoying as that is, I find it so amusing that he’s going through the precautions he is to keep me out when he has no idea who or where I am. Or when.
For all he knows, I could be cuddled up under his bed this very second, listening to every sound of his breath. His heavy exhales with a slight snore at the end, I imagine. His soft intakes of breath, quieter than a mouse.
I think he’d twitch a bit in his sleep. Either from nightmares or just dreams in general. And I’d imagine they’re vivid, too.
Just like he is.
He’s the only splash of color I’ve had in this oil-stained world I live in, and I don’t think I can give that up.
It’s not false color like people see during an oil spill, when light reflects on it and they see hues of pigmentation.
No.
Madison is the whole goddamn rainbow put right in front of my very eyes.
And who wouldn’t want to devour a fucking rainbow?
“You look like shit,” Kase says when I walk into the kitchen at seven in the fuckin’ morning.
“Thanks for that,” I deadpan as I pull out a chair and drop down into it. I let my head fall into my hands to block some of the bright light from above. That’s when I feel Kase’s hand on my shoulder. I tense briefly at the contact, but then, I lean into it, letting my head rest against their side.
“Just sayin’. Not sleep well?” they ask as they run their fingers through my hair, and I groan at the warmth that tingles along my scalp and down the nape of my neck.
“No.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No,” I repeat, not opening my eyes.
“Fair enough,” they chuckle. And it’s the ease within it that I can tell right then and there that we’ll be okay. That this… thing between us won’t change anything—just like last time.
That it was a one and done. Or, well… a few times and done. Just to release some tension with someone we trust. Someone familiar.
Even though I know it, I still feel the burning need to ask, but I won’t.
I’ll live in the uncertainty until I get my answer eventually.
Until then…
I’ll suffer in the unknown.
“So, since we don’t have to work until later tonight, what are you gonna do today?” Kaser asks as they move around the table to the other side. They take a seat and sip coffee from their overly large mug. I hike a brow but don’t say anything for a minute.
“I don’t know,” I finally reply after a while.
“Just wanna chill today?” they ask, and yeah. That does sound nice, but no. I wanna see my treat. I wanna talk to him.
But he’s fuckin’ refusin’ me, and I’m about to lose my shit.
‘Cause who was I kidding? I can’t give him up.
My fingers tighten around my own coffee mug that Kaser poured for me. And for a moment, I fear it might crack, but thankfully, it doesn’t.
The ceramic is hot to the touch, and the burn is enough to center me—for the moment.
Maybe I’ll go into work and see if maintenance will let me view the video footage from when my treat came to visit me.
Oh, that would be lovely.
Watching him through a screen, unaware he’s being recorded. For me to watch over and over and over until I’m satiated.
Oh.
My eyes light up as inspiration sparks.
My little mouse with his own little camera. Hidden.
Just for me.
Oh, fuck.
Yes.
Yessss…
My fingers tighten on the mug for a moment before I let go. I push back from the table so quickly, the liquid sloshes over the side and spills onto the surface. Kaser looks up at me, questions in their dark eyes, brows pulled together in confusion.
“Nah,” I rush out, reveling in the adrenaline pumping through my veins again for the first time in days. “I need to run into town to get some shit.”
“Want some company?”
“I’m good, thanks.” I walk around the table and press a kiss to the top of their shaved head. Kaser leans into the touch, and for a moment, we’re still. The world halts—even our breathing. For a perfect moment. And then, I’m moving away from them and out of the small kitchen in two long strides.
Time to find the perfect camera for a little mouse.
Who knew there were so many… devices to choose from?
A smirk curls my lips as I peruse the aisle again, skimming each camera with scrutiny until I come across one that I think might work perfectly.
It’s small and square, connects directly to my phone, and doesn’t have a range limit, so I can watch him from anywhere.
The only dilemma is the internet access it needs… but I can figure that out later.
This is the best thing I’m finding, and I don’t want to waste any more time.
I grab the box and take it to the front to purchase. A chunk of change later, I’m walking out of the store with a newfound light in my eyes, visions of my treat already swimmin’ through my head.
Fuck, I can only imagine how perfect he’s gonna be.
The trip to Grosse Pointe takes half an hour too long, and by the time I make it to Madison’s place, my blood is pumping heavy in my veins, and I swear my dick has never been harder.
The anticipation of this… breaking into his house, his room. Seeing it for the first time without him. Invading his privacy like this…
Fuck. I’m gonna come in my pants.
I park a few blocks away like I always do and grab the box. I spend the next twenty minutes getting it set up and synced to my phone so I can have the live feed. The internet issue I’m hoping I can solve while I’m inside… like them having it written down somewhere would be cool.
But before I know it, I’m out of the car and makin’ my way to the house. The sidewalk is devoid of anyone, seeing as this is a campus town and everyone’s most likely in class. Which bodes well for me, I hope.
I tuck my hands into my pockets and swing my head to the side to brush my hair away from my face. It’s chilly enough out that my jewelry is cold, so I fidget with it on my way up their sidewalk to the front door.
My heart is hammering against my sternum.
I take a quick glance around, eyes wide as I turn my head.
There’s no one around, but it almost feels like there’s someone watching me.
It’s eerie.
As I place my hand on my chest, I wonder if this is what they feel when they’re being chased.
If so, this is fucking amazing.
I crack a smile as I reach for the front door, and—“My, oh, my. You college boys sure are stupid,” I purr as I twist the handle the rest of the way and let myself inside.
I fully expected to have to force my way inside—and I wasn’t above it, but this…
This just feels like fate.