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Cam knew Lee was a red flag, all his friends told him so. They told Cam how they’d seen Lee stare at him in class, follow him through the hallways to his classes and be late to his own. But, the way Lee had his eyes dangerously pinned to Cams made his heart pound. “Come on, it’ll be fun, I swear.”
“Ahh,” Cam hesitated, he felt backed into a corner by Lees insistent tone. Cams fingers clutched at the denim of his jeans, wrinkling the fabric between the tips in a nervous fidget. He cleared his throat, attempting to make contact with Lees manic gaze.
“I promise I’m not like the rumors people spread about me.” Lee says with a hopeful smile, taking a step forward. He knew about the rumors, ‘if he knew about the rumors he probably wasn’t as bad as they say..right?’ Cam thought as he nodded.
“If you say so, I guess we can hang out.” Cam slipped the first part of the sentence out, hoping Lee wouldn’t be able to detect the sound of fear in his voice; which he didn’t. The two walked silently down the street toward Lees house, Cam knew it was less safe to go to Lees house than to a public area or his own but he couldn’t deny anything anyone asked of him really, so it would be a losing situation despite what he internally decided.
“So—“
“We’re here.” Lee interrupts Cam but immediately his face falls and he grabs Cams wrist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” Lee starts to panic, shaking Cams wrist, his grip is sweaty and cold, leaving a ring of dampness around his slender wrist. Cam opens his mouth to say something and Lee backs up, raising his arms over his face to cover it. Cam tenses up in slight confusion as he takes in Lees shaking hands and wild expression.
“Hey,” Cam reaches out shakily, placing a hand on Lees shoulder. Lees head perks up and his eyes sparkle, a sudden shift in emotion that Cam wasn’t expecting. Observing Lees calmer demeanor, he pulls his hand away only for Lee to grab it, lacing his digits between Cams. Lee pulls Cam towards his front door, almost tripping over a hole in the stairs to the porch; the wood rotted and covered in fungus.
Lee stares at Cam, observing his nervous expression as he tightens his fingers around Cams fist, causing one of Cams knuckles to crack. Lee misinterprets the fear in Cams eyes as excitement and he stifles a small grin. Lee places his fist tightly around his unstable doorknob, twisting the door open effortlessly.
“Do you not lock the door?” Cam asks, clearing the anxious bubble from his throat. Lees clammy grip on Cams hand falls and moves to push his door open.
“The door is broken it doesn’t unlock from the outside, only the inside.” Lee smiles, tensing up his shoulders. Cams eyes rake over Lee, taking note of the boys poor posture. The two were easily about the same height, but Lees hunched stance lowers him a few inches.
“That seems a little dangerous, right?” Lee ignored Cams question, his expression falling as he walks inside the house. It was clean enough, but the yellow lights beamed and flickered, making the living room feel industrial despite the warm tone of the lightbulb and the soft colors on the walls. The driveway lacked a car and the garage door seemed to be broken, leading Cam to believe it was just the two of them there; sending a shiver of fear down his spine. Cam fails to notice Lees quiet steps toward the front door, only being broken out of his thoughts with the click of the door lock. Cams reaction to the click of the lock was abnormal, the sound was nothing out of the ordinary, a sound you’re accustomed to hearing once entering a house but it made him feel trapped nonetheless.
“Let me show you my room.” Lee beams with happiness, once again grabbing Cams hand in his. Cam winced at the feeling of Lees grimy hand against his. Lee led him down a thin hallway, tightening his grip. Cam looked at the back of Lees head for a moment, observing the greasy brown strands that stuck to his neck and humps created by cowlicks sitting at the crown of the slightly younger boys head. Cam ends up kicking the back of his own shoes, tripping as he struggles to keep up with Lees pace.
“Am I too fast?” Lee lets go of Cams hand, leaving Cam to wipe his palm against the side of his jeans, trying to get the oil and sweat off. “I’m just excited, sorry.” Lee continues, before starting to walk at a slightly slower pace. Cam keeps up with Lee as they walk to his room. Cam can already smell something rancid coming from inside the room as Lee turns his doorknob.
Cams stomach drops as he stands in the doorway, his eyes widening in shock. His eyes scan Lees room, dirty laundry, old dishes, holes in the wall. His eyes settle on Brawl Stars posters scattered on the walls, gaze scanning over a shelf of various figures, plushies, and photos of the same robot character. Cam walks over to the shelf, reaching out to pick one up before Lee suddenly grabs Cams wrist tightly, his fingertips turning white before he tugs Cams arm away from the shelf.
“Don’t touch those.” Lee murmurs, his eyes wide with a burning rage that disappears as quickly as it arrived when he meets Cams eyes. Lee smiles and moves to sit down on his unmade bed, a place in the room that Cams eyes haven’t touched yet. Lee leans to flick the lamp on, illuminating blood splatters and other stains covering his bedsheets. Cams legs feel like they’re about to give out and his gaze immediately stills on the blood. Lees eyes follows Cams onto the blood splatter and he chuckles in embarrassment.
“Sorry about that, I’m not the cleanest person around.” Lee grins anxiously, scratching at his neck. Cam takes a step further into the room, his heart beating louder, begging him to leave.
“Why is there blood..everywhere..” Cams voice shakes as he asks, slowly moving his eyes up to meet Lees. He shrugs, seeming a bit embarrassed by his habit.
“Well, sometimes I harm myself..but it’s no big deal, look.” Cam doesn’t even have time to let out an exhale before Lee stands up and slides a thin razor off his nightstand, walking over and rolling back his sleeve excitedly. “Do you want to watch? I promise i won’t do it too deep.” Cam trips backward, feeling sick to his stomach as he sees his name carved into the boys wrist, along with uncleaned and messy slits along his arm. Lee notices Cams reaction, soaking up his expression of shock and feeling a rush of excitement. He urges his arm forward toward Cam.
“It’s like the ultimate fan tattoo, right?!” Lee squeezes the flimsy razor in his fist, accidentally slicing his palm and failing to notice the blood dripping out of the wound. Cam feels helpless in the situation, frozen and terrified to give Lee a negative reaction after coming to terms with how truly delusional Lee is.
“M-Mmhm..” Cam stares at one of the pus filled slits, unevenly scabbed and easily openable with one press on the wound, making Cams insides shrivel. Lee takes Cams lack of protest as a green light, lining up the razor with clean flesh and sliding it clean across. Cam quickly takes action, grabbing Lees wrist and pressing his palm over the bleeding wound, panicking as a crimson mess runs down his arm.
“God, what are you thinking?!” Cam shouts, whining in distress as he keeps pressure to Lees wrist, holding back vomit at the metallic scent of blood and infection mixing with the unhygienic smell of the boy only inches from him. Lees eyes widen in slight surprise, not expecting any reaction like this.
“You care about me?” Cams heart pounds as Lee mutters the words through a shaky smile, wishing he had just stood and done nothing now that his actions had fueled Lees obsession. Cam turns Lees arm upward, pressing down harder to keep pressure on the slice, his own sleeves sliding down in the process and exposing his untainted skin. Lee feels something bubble in his stomach and he pulls away from cams grasp, instead flipping their position and holding Cams arm out.
“I knew you were clean, you’re just as perfect as i thought..as I knew.” Lee swallows thickly, his pupils dilated wildly as he squeezes Cams wrist, leaving a band of blood wrapped around his pale skin. Lee runs his fingers across Cams forearm, exhaling shakily at the pristine pattern of skin, no marks or scars. “Perfect.”
Lee smiles and brings his hand up to Cams cheek, smearing his blood across Cams face, causing the boys stiff muscles to go limp, his arms dropping to his sides.
“You’re so beautiful, you’re a virgin, right?” Lees thumb brushes up and down Cams cheek, tracing his cheekbone and feeling his jaw clench and flex against his palm. “I’m also a virgin, you’re so beautiful.” He repeats, making Cam twist in disgust.
“How do you know..that.” Cam attempts to speak firmly, but the words drop from his lips in more of a squeak than anything, crumbling under Lees dangerous gaze.
“Because, I love you.” Lee chuckles, almost in disbelief as if Cam should know the depths of Lees obsession. “Are you scared of me?” Lee frowns, moving his hand to brush a strand of hair out of Cams face.
“I’m not scared.” Cam hesitates before answering the question, trying to hide the terror in his voice. Lee leans back, returning his hand to Cams cheek with the other following shortly after.
“You’re lying. You’re terrified because you’ve never known someone like me, you’ve never had someone like me look at you like this.” Lees expression seems to hold a teasing but dangerous note when he speaks, but it doesn’t lessen the terror it instills in Cam. Lee holds Cams face tightly, they stare at each other for a moment, both feeling different things but neither of them calm. Cam knows there’s no way out of this situation other than to play along, he knows he’s stuck.
“What makes you think i’m scared?” Cam mumbles, his arm slowly tracing up Lees forearm, palm resting against the back of Lees hand. “I’m quite the opposite, if I were honest.” But he wasn’t honest, and any normal person would catch on to the shitty facade but being in such deep delusion causes Lee to miss it completely.
“You want me..” The words posed more of a question, but they weren’t one. They were a false realization clued in by obsession. Cam nods, accepting that this is his only way out. His only way that keeps Lee from harming him, or worse. Lees lips crash onto Cams in a bruising kiss, his grip tightening on Cams face and digging in to the flesh possessively.
Cam struggles not to gag on Lees tongue as it forces itself into his mouth, making him sick that he’s forcing himself to fuck Lee just to get out of the danger that rejection poses. Lee fails to notice any reluctance, forcing Cam onto his mattress. Cams eyes shift onto the stains covering the sheets, he can smell the filth of the mattress and it makes him groan in disgust against Lees lips.
“See what you do to me?” Lee moans, grinding himself against Cams thigh. “I can finally retire my pillows..” Lee looks down at Cam with half lidded eyes, placing his hand on Cams stomach and dipping his fingers under Cams shirt, riding upward. Cam reaches down to unbutton his jeans, causing Lees eyes to light up with excitement. Lee quickly dismounts Cam and helps him take his pants off, his own following soon after. Cam stared at Lees stained underwear with disgust, knowing he probably hadn’t washed himself in weeks; making Cam shiver at the thought of Lee touching him.
“Sorry about this..it’s hard to take care of myself sometimes.” Lees voice carried a genuine sadness in it, which made Cam feel a pang of sympathy for him as he pulled down his underwear. Cam laid back on the bed to avoid looking at Lees cunt, not wanting to think about how dirty he’d be making himself by doing this. Cam flinched at the feeling of Lees fingers sliding under the waistband of his panties, causing him to sit up just as they’re slid over his knees, exposing his body to Lees obsessive gaze.
“You’re so pretty..I’ve been waiting for so long..” Lee whispers, his eyes wide with his twisted form of love. He slowly moves his fingers toward Cams pussy, pressing his fingertip to Cams clit, rubbing gently before pushing two fingers inside him. Cam falls back on the bed, whining in pain at the quick entrance of the intrusive fingers. Lees sweat slicked fingers curl upward, moving in and out quickly without letting Cam adjust to the movement.
“you’re so tight,” Lee moans at the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of his loves cunt. His free hand moves to pull Cams shirt up, grabbing at his breasts and kneading them roughly, too stuck in his own world to realize the discomfort on Cams face. Lee withdraws his fingers, sticky with Cams insides. He puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking them and groaning at the salty taste on his digits.
“Lee I—“ Cam is quickly cut off by Lees hands gripping Cams thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and pushing them apart to mount his cunt. Cam whines as Lee presses his pussy to Cams, forcing a moan out of both of them as Lee starts to grind himself. Cam holds back a groan of disgust at the mixing of their arousal and smell of Lees cunt rubbing against his. Lee looks down obsessively, struggling to regulate his breathing as he reaches a new level of high seeing Cam below him like this.
With both hands free, Lee starts to grope and grab at Cams slender frame, squeezing his nipples painfully in an attempt to harden them. a tear pricks in Cams eyes and his lips quiver as their sensitive buds rub against each other, Lees hips rolling against Cams, ignoring the hip bones pressing into his thighs. Cams eyes close shut as Lee squeezes his throat, Cam choking and coughing as tears roll down his cheeks. He gently creaks his eyes open to see Lee in an illusive state, his eyes wide as if detecting pleasure from Cam, elated that he’s giving a false happiness to the boy he’s been so obsessed with, his mind completely slipping out of lucidity.
“please cum..” Lee mutters, letting go of Cams throat and rolling his hips harder against him. “i’ll never wash my sheets again.” He follows, biting his lip as he begs Cam to cum incoherently. He slides off Cams hips, pressing his thumb to the boys clit and rubbing insistently. Cam draws closer to a forced climax, the muscles in his thighs flexing. Lee observes his reactions anxiously, rubbing himself against his sheets as he fingers Cam roughly. Lees eyes widen as he feels Cam tighten around his fingers, Lees chest rising and falling unevenly at the sight.
“fuck, yes..please..” He whispers, curling his fingers desperately into Cams swollen g-spot, determined to make him cum. With a kick of his leg off the edge of the bed Cam cums on Lees fingers, causing Lee to hyperventilate, withdrawing his fingers. Lee shakes in what Cam takes as elation, but neither of them truly know what he really feels.
“I need it.” Lee mutters, grabbing his pillow and forcing it between Cams legs, making the other boy grip at the sheets in shocked confusion. Cam sits up but Lee pushes down on his chest; forcing him down on the bed again.
“What?” Cam tries to keep his voice calm but the quiet trembling is still present. Lee rubs the pillow against Cams pussy, making him whine.
“All of it!” Lee shouts, his eyes wide and pupils dilated in what you could only call pure psychosis, he’d lost it. His eyes dart around, breathing heavily as he grabs Cams right wrist, pulling it roughly toward him. The razor turns up again, Cam had no idea where Lee had pulled it from but before he could react it was already being slid across his forearm.
Cam screams, twisting his torso and clenching his fist, yanking on his arm in a desperate attempt to free himself. tears finally start to pour out of his eyes, tears he’d been holding back for so long. His throat choked up, tightening to stop his wailing, soon becoming pained whimpers. Lee, however, was reveling in the blood pouring from the wound, fixated on the crimson lines running down Cams pale skin and pooling on his sheets. “I need it..” Lee repeats until his words became jumbled between his quivering lips. He grabs the pillow from between Cams thighs, making him flinch.
“off! g—et!” Cam chokes out any words he can, any form of begging he can force out of his mouth. “get off..m-me!” but Lee doesn’t listen, he’s not even aware of Cams heels digging into Lees stomach, kicking violently as the pillow is repositioned to his forearm, soaking up the gushing. “Lee please!” Cam sobs, grabbing at the pillow with his free arm.
“I love you..I love you so much…” Lee groans, grabbing Cams wrist and bringing it to his cheek. Cams cold hands shake against Lees flushed skin as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into the sweaty palm on his cheek. Cam stares up at Lee, helpless to do anything but breathe, so he does. He closes his eyes and breathes, in and out, in and out. What a waste, waste of people, waste of skin, waste of sheets.
“I love you.” Lee whispers, tangled intimately with Cam under his covers. In and out, in and out.
“I love you too.” Cam replies, his throat strained and cheeks itching with dried tears. Despite his words, his tone was full of nothing, devoid of love. In and out, in and out. Closing his eyes, Cam accepts the soft breathing against his neck, Lee slowly falling asleep clinging to him.
In and out, in and out. They both breathe, wishing they weren’t breathing at all.