His silent voice.

Dylan's body grow hot as he felt a hand slowly trail up his chest, a soft gasp escaping his lips from the hot and wet feel on his nipples that twitched in expectancy. His shut eyes carefully fell open to meet a feast for the eyes.

Honey brown eyes, brown hair, a bare upper body that flexed in the right places with every move and a smile that said he was about to be eaten up. And his face, just the perfect one he's been dreaming of. This... this was what gets him going.

"You're quite the impatient one, aren't you?"

The thick seductive voice of his soon to be predator made his meat between his legs twitch, he bit down on his lower lip and his hips carefully thrusts up in a plead. He couldn't wait anymore, he wanted to be touched and made into a mess.

"It's hot."

Getting the message, his predators hands slowly trailed back down his chest till they got between his legs, spreading them wide open. Before Dylan could get flushed up about how exposed he was, a head went down his legs and he arched back with a moan.

"Haa!"

The ecstasy and thrill of being sucked off, the hot thrust that sends a shock through him with every minute while his nipples get played with, he loved it so much it made his head fuzzy. But it wasn't enough, he wanted more, his insides pulsed for more so bad.

With the heat getting to his head, he pulls his predators head off him and begged without a hint of shame.

"Can you just fuck me already?"

His predator fell silent for a minute, then without a warning, Dylan watched his lovely brown eyes glow a changed red as a nasty smirk pulled up his lips. His voice took a deeper tone that made Dylan almost burst out, and he said.

"As you wish... Dylan."

The last thing Dylan remembered was being pounced on and blinking to find himself flinch back to reality on his bed.

What just happened?

"Have a nice dream?"

His head shot to the side to see his sister going through his wardrobe like she owned it.

"Bree? Ugh, what are you doing in my room?" he dragged groggily, pulling his sheet over his chest while being thankful that it hadn't fallen off as usual.

"Don't mind me, I'm just here for your green hoodie and I'll be on my way," she glanced back and shot her annoying smile at him. "You can go back to dreaming whatever you were."

His confidence drained by a lot as he silently prayed he hadn't mumbled some words out of his dream, they weren't pleasant words to hear especially since no one knows why he's stayed single his whole life.

"Get out."

"Already," she pulled out the hoodie "on my way out."

She made her way out and when he heard his door shut, a loud sigh escaped his mouth as he slumped back down his pillow. The wet feel between his legs made him peek down his blanket.

"Really?" he sighed again.

He couldn't remember when he'd last had that. And what was up with the last part of his dream? Fangs and glowing eyes? Has his wish of being roughed up finally made him insane that he would dream of a human-beast going down on him?

"You're crazy Dylan," he mumbled to himself, his eyes still on the ceiling. A minute of silence passed and the next thing he found himself do was smile. "But his voice was so hot. And that face... that face..."

His brow pulled up, that face... he couldn't remember the face.

He sat up straight and shut his eyes. Was he stupid? How could he? How could he forget such a face? A face that shook him up so much he could literally still feel the aftereffect.

"His face..." he carefully searched his memory.

The veiny hands, his hot body, his smirk, his gaze, they were all so clear. His face, slowly started to form, his face... his- ah! He could see it, slightly, he could see it, the blurry image was coming together.

"It's comi-"

"Hey, Dylan," his door flung open. "I heard your department's holding a party today? You're going right?"

Ignore her. You're almost there.

"Dylan," she called again, "Dylan... Dylan! Are you ignoring me?!"

Almost.

"Haa. Some hot guys just moved in next door."

His eyes flew open "What?"

She gave him a dead look and rolled her eyes. "Stupid, are you going or not?"

His eyes fluttered in embarrassment, he fell for it. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I want to know if you're going or not."

"Why are still concerned about what we do at school. Didn't you graduate like five years ago?"

"That was last year you dimwit," she glared, ready to throw a punch.

"It's for the freshmen, okay? So no, I have no business with that."

"But aren't you one of the committee?"

His brain did a quick reset. "Ugh, right."

"Good to know, then." she smiled and stepped out before he could say anything else.

He shook his head tiredly and got up. He should freshen up, he thought while making his way to his bathroom. His eyes met the mirror and he leaned against the washbasin while giving his whole life a quick run through.

Dylan Kerwood. 22 years old college student, currently taking biomedical engineering, side hobby is drawing hot guys and staring at hot guys, secretly gay, single, and looking for a hot man of perfection to fuck him up, destroy him from the inside while he sticks his hot dick inside his mouth while taking him from behind with his fingers, making his unable to think and beg for his life while being spanked so hard his whole body aches in ecstasy.

He chuckled. Just kidding... by a quarter.

How glad he was that no one could read his mind.

Soon after he was done cleaning and dressing up, while also being bombarded with questions from his parents to why he was up so early, he took an early breakfast and stepped out for an errand. His classes weren't until noon, and he'd cleared off all the workload he had in preparation for the night party the previous day.

He had some time to kill.

He swung the door open but froze immediately he stepped on his front porch, his first line of sight being the load truck parked next door. His eyes lit up.

"Bree wasn't lying." he said while unconsciously taking short steps back to sneak a good look in. A curious smile took up his lips while he mumbled to himself. "Does that mean the hot boys are also real."

As soon as he said that, he heard someone call out.

"I'll get that, you go check if I got the pack."

For a minute, Dylan felt his breath get taken away.

Was there ever a time there was no flaw in his type? No, never. It's either, brown haired but no hot body, brown hair and eyes but no glaze, nice body... but blond. Anyway, there was always one issue or the other that shattered his perfectly built image according to his taste.

His taste was a basic one and he knew that much, so he would ask himself why it was so hard to find.

However,

"Oh..."

for the first time in his life,

"My hot daze."

Honey brown beady eyes that has its glaze nature shine even more beautifully in the sun... despite him staring at the man atop the truck which Dylan had zero interest in, soft brown hair that swayed along with the wind, his body flexed as he grabbed two of the boxes and placed each on a his bare shoulders that begged to be licked through his sleeveless shirt. His lips were the epitome of heaven and his sexy smirk directed at something almost made Dylan's legs go weak.

"He's perfect." he found himself whisper.

Just as he watched the perfect guy of his dreams walk back to the house, he got too engrossed in checking him out that he didn't think much of it when he stopped walking. Without a warning, he spun around and their eyes met.

All it took Dylan was a second to embarrass himself.

He spun around as fast as he could- maybe a little too much, forgetting he'd hid himself so much in the corner. His head came in contact with the wall and he fell back to the floor with a silent yelp.

"Fuck!" he groaned out a squeak, clutching hard at the new part of his head that now seemed to hold a piece of his brain. "Shit, shit... shit!"

He let out a quiet cry.

"Hey neighbor, you good?"

Shit!

The concerned voice came closer than expected, and the next thing Dylan could think of was to quietly roll back to his door, pull it open and without looking back, went in and shut the door.

"Dylan, you're back already?" his mom asked in surprise.

His face pulled up a squeeze as he wished he could cry out his pain that couldn't be put into words. Remember what he said about his type not working out for one reason or the other? Another he hated the most... was how he always does something stupid and embarrassing around them.

"Stupid wall. I think I cracked my head." he slid down the door in tears.

Out of nowhere, a knock fell on the door and he thought his heart flew out of his mouth. Why was he knocking on their door?

"Dylan would you quit playing around and see who's at the door?"

"I think I left my phone in the room." his legs scrambled around and he ran past his mom straight up to his room.

"W- Dylan!"

He kept quiet and tried to listen in on the conversation he was going to have with his mom, but he couldn't hear a thing. So he carefully pulled the door open and was greatly disappointed to hear his mom call out.

"It's the milkman, Dylan."

"And here we can see how the changes between..."

Dylan had his eyes focused straight on the projected notes and diagrams, yet he could barely hear a single word being said as his mind kept going back to the morning. After that, he'd managed to dissuade his mom to let him get his errand in his way back from class. Thankfully, it wasn't something they needed immediately so she said yes.

No way he was going back out after... whatever that was.

The minute their eyes met, he could've just played it cool and give a gentle nod or just a simple *hey*. But NOOO, he just had to hit his head and fall a most disgraceful fall. Thinking back now, he didn't understand why he had tried to run away. He wasn't doing anything bad.

...maybe not, but it's not written anyway that staring in pure admiration and lust at a complete stranger was legally wrong.

His eyes did a quiet stare into thin air and he had to admit.

"Haaa, that's stupid. It is wrong" he mumbled underneath his breath. The hunk's image came back to him again and he found himself try to suppress a smile.

Without a doubt, his new neighbor was exactly his type.

No corrections he would make. He wondered if he was also a student, he looked a little older or the same age as him, that was fine. Anything's fine so long as he's hot.

"Hey,"Someone nudged him lightly from the side and he turned to see Kira giving him a silent look of grimace. "Why the hell do you have that creepy smile? Did you enjoy the class so bad?"

Dylan finally noticed how rowdy the class had gotten and he blinked himself back to reality.

"Wow, that ended quick."

Kira's face pulled a dead look, "Are you kidding? It felt like ages to me."

He packed up his stuffs and they both made their way out. Walking down the corridor past the other students.

"I'm heading to the meeting room, what about you?"

"Same, I need to meet Dory for the next series of the book I'm reading now. But I must say, you guys are going real hard for this party."

"Well, it's the freshmen's party we've been holding off for so long, lab practice and our schedule didn't just match. And now we have the perfect time to ourselves, what's better than an all-night party with the next day being the weekend? But if I do hate anything about this it's the fact that we have to share the hall with the loud ones."

"Huh? Oh, you mean the Literature students, why? I think they're pretty chill. I sometimes wonder if their graceful and quiet demeanor was all thanks to their brains being filled with nothing but Shakespeare *Thou and thy*, which also bring me to the theory that what if what we study is what builds our character?"

"Stay in line Kira," he stopped her before she could begin her long theory trip again. "It's not them, as in the department, but them as in that group in that department."

"Oh! oh!" she finally got on track. Then her face squeezed up, "You mean 'The bro gold', ugghh. That name makes me hurl everything how do they live with that?"

"I ask myself the same question."

They finally got to the room, and when Dylan pushed the door open they both froze in their steps.

"Speak of the devil." Kira muttered behind him.

"Justin, throw that here!"

"Heads up! Ayyyyyyy!"

"Nice catch."

"Nice throw."

For a minute, they watched their short display, then Kira shook her head and curled her way in from beneath Dylan's arm leaving Dylan behind.

His eyes remained on them as he felt his anger brew up as usual, none of them have anything close to his type. Just a group of mismatched raccoons, and the one person with brown hair and eyes was the loudest among them, Casper.

He finally noticed him and he smiled "Oh, hey, cutie's here."

"Are you crazy?" Dylan shut the door behind him as he went up to them and grabbed the trophy they'd been tossing around. "What about this looks like it's okay to pass it around like a ball."

"Hey, come on cutie, we were being careful with it." Casper came up behind him.

"I told you," he clenched his fist, spun around real quick and threw his fist right at his stomach. "Don't call me that."

A loud tap came after and Casper threw him a cocky smirk as he'd managed to block off the punch with his hands as guard.

"Come on, a cutie is a cutie."

Dylan felt a nerve strike him, he threw a slap with his other hand but Casper deflected it like he saw it coming. A kick to his front leg, a kick between the legs, a slap on the other side of his cheek, head, and a stamp on his toe... he deflected it all.

Having all his weapons in lock and shocking Dylan to an extreme.

"You... Let go."

"Only if you promise not to hit me. I dance to your tune all the time, wouldn't it be weird not to know them."

Dylan scoffed out a smile, "Then I'll like to see you dance to this."

He'd hit his head once, another shouldn't be a problem. With that in mind, he drew his head back and threw it forward with a huge force. The loud impact sound made everyone in the room coo in pain as he watched Casper release his grips and grab his nose in pain.

"...fuck." Casper muffled.

"That ones new."

"Totally."

"Guess you have a new one to counter, Caster."

The others commented through their laughter.

"I don't want to see you anywhere near that trophy shelf, alright?" he pointed at the others who threw up their hands in a surrender. With a final glance at Casper who was now gathering himself, he walked away and went deeper into the room where Kira and Dory waited with a smile.

"You done with today's episode?"

"Don't get me started, it's like they only come down here to mess with me."

"Haha, tell me about it," Dory chuckled then she pointed, "Heyy! You have your hair down today, what's the occasion?"

"Embarrassment," he sighed, setting down his bag. "I can't think of a better occasion."

"What do you mean?"

He stared at the two who awaited his response, he couldn't exactly explain to them that he'd hit his head while ogling at his new hot neighbor.

"I hit my head," he shoved his bangs off his forehead and they winced.

"And here I was thinking you were spicing up for tonight's party. Doesn't that hurt?" Kira asked.

"Like hell."

"You should put on some ointment. Did you do that?" Dory questioned but all he could do was sniffle.

He didn't.

"I'll get the first-aid."

"I'll do it," Casper rushed past them and Dylan's dead eyes took over.

"What now?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to help," he smiled harmlessly as he made his way back with the small box in his hold.

"We can't have your pretty face getting hurt now, can we?"

Dylan grimaced at the wink that came after. Yet he found himself take a edge sit on the table as Casper stood next to him and began fiddling around the box.

He couldn't open it.

"Hold on, isn't it like this?" he chuckled confusedly.

Dylan remained quiet for a minute, but then he let out a tired sigh as he felt his head throb in pain. "Just give me that."

Casper pursed his lips but gave it quietly. Dylan pressed it open and took out the ointment in a second, Casper stretched out his hand for it but Dylan lightly smacked it out of the way.

"Forget it, you already lost your chance."

He pushed up his bangs and carefully located the burning pain, as he rubbed in the cold liquid he noticed Casper's gaze on him.

"What?"

Casper blinked, his voice softening. "Nah, was just thinking you look pretty with your hair up, and down. It's cute."

Dylan's hand fell in disbelief, "You know, for a Lit major guy you're very not conscious of your use of words. Pretty and cute, those words are used for the female gender, I'm a guy. Get it straight." he glared.

Casper fell silent and Dylan thought he was going to give back a lame response or make it a joke, but he only gave back a quiet nod. "Alright. Sorry, my bad."

He eyed him suspiciously, but he was glad he didn't have to take the long train around that conversatuon. Placing the ointment back into the box, he gave his bangs a little shake to put them back in place and he he heard turn around with a loud groan that caught him off guard.

"W-what is it?"

Casper turned back to him like he was trying to suppress a smile but he failed as he perfect white teeth came into view. "Sorry. I just- are you coming for the party tonight?"

"Of course I am, I'm a committee."

"Yeah, yeah you are. That's cool, I'll see you tonight then." Casper smiled again and gave his cheek a little poke before dashing off.

"What's up with him these days?" he found himself ask no one in particular.

"I've never seen Casper smile that much except when he's with you." Kira said.

"It's like we weren't even here." Dory sighed.

"What are you talking about?" Dylan asked obliviously and the two others stared at him for a minute like he'd failed to see what was right in front of him.

"You know, Dylan, if I wasn't this close to you or your friend, I would still have the opinion that you're one of the smartest in the faculty." Kira said with the shook of her head as Dory joined in.

Was that a compliment or a silent diss?

The hall was just as loud as he expected it to be.

He had to stop back home for a change of cloths and was just glad hs neighbors had no business outside at that period. Now he was at the party and they all seemed like they were enjoying themselves, making him wonder how many people would last for the after-party.

He sighted Kira, Dory and Tristan, another committee, at a corner with a cup each in hand. Kira was the first to sight him as she gave him a slick look from all 90 degrees.

"Heyyyy, if it isn't the hot chick across the street. Give me a little turn around!" she chuckled loudly through the noise.

"Hey guys,"

No way he was doing the turn around. He had barely put in much thought into my cloths. Just a white denim, black hood 'cause he felt the cold slowly building up, black jeans and one of his best sneakers collection.

"Hey!" Dory leaned in despite her voice already being at its loudest, "Great job organizing. The Drama major would get so mad about this tomorrow!"

"But its not fully a success yet!" it became his turn his yell.

"Oh plllease, they barely went five minutes before their props started giving out!" Kira waved. "And their DJ was just a total nutjob, I mean who goes for a Billie right after Jackson?!"

"Hey, Billie's a classic!" Tristan shrugged.

"Totally, and so is Jackson!" she agreed and frowned. "But then again, Jackson?!"

They all laughed.

"Hey, I know you just came but I think someone's been aching to see you around!" Dory sighed.

"Huh?!"

She gave a nudge to look behind him and when he did, his dead eyes took over at the sight of Casper heading in their direction with two cups in hand. He had on the new varsity jacket, a white top and jeans, he seemed to have put in a lot of thought into his hair 'cause now for some reason, Dylan could find himself being drawn in.

"Hey!" he spoke as soon as he got close enough, then he stuck out a cup. "I see your hands empty, so I grabbed you a drink."

"I don't like alcohol so if it's not juice then I'm out!"

They all watched him stare inside the cup for a moment, then his face came back up in a light flush as he chuckled. "You're right, who needs a drink anyway?"

He dropped the cups and heaved out a sigh, his eyes finally taking note of the others. "So you guys having a great time?"

"A blast." Dory said.

"Splendid night." Tristan nodded.

"Just be straightforward." Kira shrugged and Dory gave her a light nudge.

Dylan didn't understand what that last one was all about, and he also didn't notice the nervous wreck who got the message beside him.

Casper suddenly turned to him, "Dylan, why don't we grab something to eat over there? I saw some really tasty looking treats."

Food? Now that sounded like a great idea... hold on just a second!

His whole system paused as his eyes picked up on somethng on the other far end of the hall. He must be mistaken, the people passing by everynow and then must have made his vision build up a different image.

"Dylan?"

"Shhh," he hushed Casper while his eyes remained glued to the price.

Brown hair, that build, that height... no way.

"No way," he muttered as the person slowly spun around, the moment he turned around from the group that had his attention a minute ago, their eyes and Dylan almost lost his shit.

His eyes widened as he took note of his hot crush giving him the classic head tilt that said *Hey, I recognize yo- oh!*. In a snap, he pulled Casper to his front and froze up with his eyes chest level.

"W-what, what's wrong?"

Dylan's eyes went up to meet Casper's but all he could say was, "Hold still."

After a quick coundown of 3, his head slowly leaned to the side and when he had one eye out to take a peek, another face peeked down from behind and flashed him a smile.

"I was right."

"AH!" he jumped, his heart beating hard in his chest for various reasons.

All attention got turned to the new person who joined them, and as he stepped out of Casper's shadow to bring his full body in, Dylan saw himself falling for him even more.

"Hey neighbor." his smile perfect.

The next music that came after toned down a lot, making their voices a lot more audible without having to scream out their throats.

Dyaln blinked "H-hey."

"I saw you from over there and thought you looked familiar, but when you hid I was sure it was you."

"Hide? Why would I hide?" he chuckled nervously.

"Exactly what I'd like to ask."

Dylan didn't have anymore to say, he'd been caught. Watching his hot crush look over at his friends, he quietly drowned himself in the lovely smell of his cologne.

He smelt so good.

"Hey guys, sorry, didn't mean to intrude."

"Oh, it's totally fine," Dory waved off. "We're more concerned about why Dylan hasn't introduced us to such a hot snack like you."

Dylan's rader shot up in guard.

"Dylan?" his crush turned back to him with an amused smile and Dylan felt his heart skip a beat. "Well, Dylan, couldn't have done that because he doesn't even know my name. I just moved in with my family today and we only saw in passing."

"Ohh, now we get it." Kira squinted a smile in Dylan's direction.

"How's your head by the way? That seemed like it hurt." he turned his way.

Shit, he saw that.

"Oh, it's fine now." he shook it off despite the slight throb he could still feel.

"But, aren't you stressed out from moving and all, how are you able to be here?" Dory laughed lightly.

"Please, I'll pick a good college party over any stress." his crush rolled his eyes and they all agreed.

"I'm with you on that one." Tristan nodded.

He turned back to Dylan to stretch out his hand. "I'm Theodore, you can just call me Theo."

Theodore.

"Oh, I'm- you already know mine." Dylan took his hand and as he watched his hand disappear into the big firm veiny hold of Theodore, it only took a second for him to have dirty thoughts that dried up his throat.

He swallowed hard.

"Well," he turned to the others, his hold still on Dylan. "Don't let me interrupt you any further, I shall leave you to the night."

"You can hang with us a little longer."

"I'll take you up on that next time." he looked like he meant it. Then he turned back to Dylan and gave him the softest smile he'd seen all night. "I'll see you around, Dylan."

All he could do was nod dazedly and watch Theodore head back to the group he had previously left. This is crazy, he thought.

He was in love.

"Cool guy." Dory noted.

"Smooth talker," Kira chipped in.

"Definitely a ladies man." Tristan concluded.

"I don't know, he irks me out." Casper frowned and every eyes turned to him. Dylan included. "What? I thought you were all giving opinions?"

Dylan rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"You can't trust guys like that, I bet he's the type who hits on five girls at a time." Casper squinted.

"I don't think you need to bet on that." Kira held her stare far away from them. "Well, at the very least he doesn't look single."

"Huh?"

All eyes followed her gaze and Dylan felt his heart sink as he saw his love come to an end before it even started. Cuddled in his arms, with his hold around her waist and his lips on hers, he held her like she was the most precious gift he ever had he buried her in a deep kiss.

"I was right." Casper scoffed. "Wait, isn't that Melody?"

"Damnn, he knows what's good." Tristan nodded.

Dylan turned away and he wet his lower lip, feeling his mood take a drain.

"You good?" Kira's question caught him out of the blue.

"What? Yeah, 'course I am," he shrugged, trying to play it off. But he could barely keep his eyes settled on one thing.

It hit him...like real hard.

"I need a drink." he made his way off before anyone could pick up on his messed up mood. Catching on to Casper's call from behind, he threw back audibly. "Don't follow me, Casper."

Why didn't he think about that? That the man of his dreams could be straight. He simply ticked him as a catch immediately he saw him and assumed it would somehow work out.

How could he loose him already?!

"Haaa," he let out a huge sigh. Then decisively, he stared at the collection of shots, grabbed a bigger glass and became the latest bartender.

Now the secret about the shot table was the fact that each cup held a shot mix, and each glass had a mix of three different drinks. Dylan clearly knew this, yet went ahead to pour six random cups into his big glass, adding even more till it was filled to his satisfaction.

Like they say, alcohol's the best remedy for any pain. Even a heartbreak is nothing next to it. so he was going to drink up his sorrows in one go and hopefully things can't get any more worse than it already has.

"I hate you, Melody."

In one gulp, he chugged the whole thing.

But what Dylan wasn't aware of was another saying that went thus, a sip of alcohol below your threshold is soft, between your threshold is calming, on your threshold is a warning. Then what comes after your going way above your threshold?

It's quite simple.

A messed up life.