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Close Your Eyes and Settle	By : psychotic4llyxyours Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 6064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five: I Wish So Hard, I'm There Again

The next day was cold. Joey could tell by the way the windows were foggy. He yawned and stretched his legs, then settled back down on top of Wednesday, who was still asleep. The morning sun burned his eyes and he burrowed deeper under the covers, wriggling down Wednesday's chest to avoid the light. He sighed softly when Wednesday subconsciously tightened his arms around him.

They slept for a few more hours until Joey finally had to pull himself up because he had to go to the bathroom. He left Wednesday sleeping and walked down the hall. He had to cringe at his reflection: his face was all smeared black and white, lipstick straying off onto his cheeks and eyeliner streaking beneath his eyes. He still looked dead, but it was worse than it had first been; he now looked like a dead prostitute instead of just a dead person. The makeup was hideous and he took a quick bath to rid himself of it. He brushed his hair, gargled mouthwash, then returned to the bedroom where Wednesday still slept.

Once he'd settled in the bed beside him, he caught fragments of what had happened the night before as the thoughts slowly returned to him. He'd never smoked before; he hadn't expected that kind of reaction. He blushed, then grimaced, then looked at Wednesday with an odd mixture of loathing and wonderment. Had it really been so bad? Had Wednesday tried to kill him? Had Wednesday hurt him in even the slightest notion of the word? He had to answer all of those questions with a 'no', because Wednesday had only been kind to him. Wednesday'd fed, bathed, clothed, and taken care of his (many assorted) needs. Where was the frightening monster that Wednesday had told him about, because surely the boy laying next to him in the bed, with the cold persona but caring nature, was not it.

"What are you thinking about?"

He was startled to snap back into reality and find Wednesday looking at him. Unwilling to say what he'd really been thinking, he lamely said, "Nothing?" in more of a question than an answer.

"How fascinating." Wednesday smiled.

"How-how long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to know that you're thinking about something. Why don't you go on and tell me what it is?"

Joey shook his head, then shrugged. "Nothing. Really. I was just, like, zoned out for a minute."

"Okay." Wednesday got to his feet and changed clothes, then threw Joey's own original clothes at him and waited for him to get dressed. Joey wrapped his hoodie, which he hadn't thought to miss, even though it was like his security blanket, tightly around his waist, then looked to Wednesday for instructions.

"You need to go to your house today, right?" Wednesday asked, slipping into a pair of stacked-heeled leather boots.

Joey shrugged again. "Yeah, I guess I probably should. I need to get some clothes and leave my mom a note… not that she'd worry, or anything." He added the last bit resentfully under his breath.

Wednesday didn't say anything else, but the two of them went downstairs and grabbed some Pop Tarts for breakfast, then walked out the front door. Around the side of the house, where there was a narrow dirt path, Wednesday led him. Joey recognized it as the one that went to the stream, but after several twists and turns, he was completely lost in unfamiliar territory. Even in broad daylight, the forest was nothing but a gigantic labyrinth, and he had no idea how to solve the puzzle. He was glad for Wednesday's knowledge of the landscape and his liberalness to stay and help him.

"Do you think… maybe sometime you can show me the, uh… graveyard?" Joey looked down at his boots as he stepped over a fallen tree branch.

"Which one?"

Joey's eyes widened. "How many do you have?"

Wednesday grinned and shoved him playfully. "I'm just messing with you. Why do you want to see it?"

"Oh… I dunno. I was just thinking about it and wondered what it looked like. We left before I got a chance to really check it out."

"You know, you're adorable all glammed out in makeup and fishnets, but you just don't strike me as the sort of person who'd be into stuff like that."

Joey flushed at being called 'adorable,' then realized exactly what Wednesday had said. "Why not?" he asked.

Wednesday only shook his head and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll take you there if you really want to go."

They walked on in silence for several hours until they finally came to the familiar dirt road Joey remembered. He sighed in relief and barely restrained himself from hugging Wednesday, who was unfazed by the achievement. They went around to the front of the house, and a small gasp fell from Joey's lips as he spied a familiar car parked beneath one of the towering oak trees.

"Oh my God," he breathed, heart thundering. "Oh my God, that's Corey's car."

"Corey?" Wednesday asked dubiously.

Joey sprinted up to the front door and automatically tried to open it; it was unlocked. He went inside and gasped again when he saw the teenage boy's sleeping form on the living room couch. He ran and leaped on top of him.

Corey was jolted awake by the trembling bundle of nerves that had just knocked the air from his lungs. He held Joey still and there was a long moment that they just stared at each other, tears glistening in their eyes, before Joey gave him a long kiss.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea. Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Joey had broken down into quiet sobs, rubbing his face in the crook of Corey's neck. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"I missed you, too," Corey said, rubbing Joey's back, trying to calm the shaking boy. "Baby, it's okay. I'm here now. Stop crying."

Neither of them noticed Wednesday, who was standing in the doorway of the house, arms crossed and a scowl painted on his face. His top lip twitched up with contempt and, without a word, he turned around and walked back into the woods.

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Corey wanted to ask Joey how he'd been, but Joey wouldn't stop kissing him long enough for him to be able to. He sank back into the couch cushions and savored the much-missed sweetness of Joey's mouth, until Joey finally pulled back and looked at him.

"Where've you been? I got here yesterday; the door was unlocked but your mom wasn't here and she hasn't come back."

It was at that moment that Joey crashed back to the earth and remembered Wednesday. He turned to the doorway, but the boy wasn't there. "Oh, no," he groaned. "I, uh, I was staying with a boy I met in the woods, but I think he just left." He sighed and mentally kicked himself for being so rude.

"Oh… Well, that's okay. Maybe he'll come back."

"Did you say my mom hasn't been here? For how long?"

Corey shrugged. "I have no idea. I got here early last night and the door was open."

"Unlocked?"

"No, dude. It was wide open; like, swinging on the hinge, open."

"Well, God, did you look around, or anything? She could be laying dead somewhere." Not waiting for a response, Joey got off Corey's stomach and started checking rooms. His mom was nowhere to be found.

"Her car's outside, though. Do you think she got lost in the woods somewhere?" Corey sat up off the couch and stretched.

Joey sighed and sat back down next to Corey. "I don't know."

Corey wrapped his arm around him and hugged him tight. "So, how'd you end up at someone else's house? You've been here for a few months and already you've replaced me?"

Joey couldn't tell whether he was kidding or not, and he didn't know how to reply, so he told the truth. "I was checking out the woods a couple days ago and… I sorta got lost and ran into this boy named Wednesday." At the funny look on Corey's face, he said, "I don't think that's his real name, though. He has a fixation with the Addam's Family. Anyway, I've stayed at his house ever since, and I kept calling here for my mom, but she never picked up the phone. I had him show me back 'cause I needed some more clothes." He wriggled free of Corey's embrace. "I was actually thinking of heading back over there… It's a really nice house and he's, uh…" Well, nice wasn't quite the word he was looking for to describe Wednesday, so he settled on, "He's cool."

"Geez, I don't see how you can be so trustworthy of strangers. He could have totally butchered you out here and no one would've heard."

Disturbed, Joey could only bring himself to shrug. "Yeah, he could have."

Corey scrunched his eyebrows together. "Well, God, he didn't threaten you, did he? You don't usually say shit like that."

Joey offered a strained smile. "Of course he didn't threaten me. I just meant that I knew he could have done that, and you're right that maybe I rely too much on the goodness of people… But he's really an interesting guy. We actually have a lot in common."

"Oh. That's good, then." Corey grinned and playfully shoved Joey on the chest. "Only you could find somebody with the same interests as you out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Heh, I wish I could say the same… Things are about like they were before I ever met you. You know I got a job?"

"A job? That's great! Where at?"

His grin stretched out a few more centimeters. "A little porn shop on the corner of the block. Six bucks an hour, dude, and I get to work the late shift so hardly anyone comes in. It's fucking great."

Joey hugged him. "That's good."

"So, tell me a little more about this Wednesday guy. My baby's been staying at some dude's house and I don't even know anything about him."

Joey paled. "Oh… er, well… what do you want to know?" He couldn't very well tell the truth about anything Wednesday had told him. Joey himself didn't even like thinking of it, unless his mind sparked for a bit of a scare.

"Well, what's he look like?"

"You didn't see him? I thought he was at the door…"

Corey shook his head. "No, I didn't see him."

"Okay… well, he's taller than me by a few inches, and thin, kinda toned with awesome arms. Um… he has black dreadlocks, and all he wears are black polyester pants and a band or movie T-shirt. You should see his room; all the walls are covered with posters and right above his bed is a big one of Wednesday Addams, so, see, I don't know what his real name is but I don't think it's Wednesday."

"Hm. You're right: he does sound cool. I wonder why he left so fast, though?"

Joey didn't realize that Corey was trying to wring knowledge from him of what he and Wednesday had done. He managed to not say anything that would give it away. "He probably just wanted to give us some privacy. I told him all about you and he was, like, saying how it was sad and stuff that I had to leave."

"Yeah, but we'll be okay as long as I can come see you once in a while."

Joey smiled. "Yeah. How long can you stay this time?"

"Let's see… it's Friday now… I have to be back on Monday, so that gives us two whole days together."

"Great."

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The day passed quickly as they got reacquainted with one another. They had cold cereal for dinner and showered just as the sun was setting, then went to the comfort of Joey's bed. Upon climbing in, Joey realized he'd forgotten how cozy it really was with all the pillows and warm blankets. He sighed, cuddling down next to Corey. There was nothing quite like the familiar feel of flesh against flesh, and for a long time, they both reveled in that smooth contrast, for Joey's skin was much softer and had taken less abuse than Corey's.

Countless eyes watched their every move, their every kiss; most of them belonged to the posters on the wall, but the two in the doorway, shrouded in darkness, narrowed in spite, were all too real.

Corey slid beneath the blankets, trailing kisses down Joey's stomach, gently nibbling the skin around his navel and delving his tongue inside. Joey giggled breathlessly and shifted his lower body. He let out a huff of breath as Corey's lips ghosted over his erection before a hot, wet tongue went to lick the inside of his thigh. Toes curling, Joey wriggled around and tugged on Corey's hair.

"Quit it," Joey whined quietly, earning himself a sharp nip right at the junction where thigh met hip. He unconsciously spread his legs wider and tilted his hips up towards Corey's mouth. "Corey…"

A shadow moved across the wall. Joey saw it and followed it with wide eyes. His breathing quickened as he watched, and twined his fingers in Corey's hair fearfully. He wasn't quite sure anyone was there because his mind often played tricks on him in the dark, but if there was someone there, he was pretty sure of who it was. He didn't bother to alert Corey; if he was wrong, then Corey would suspect he was thinking of Wednesday all the time, which wasn't true… At least, Joey tried to tell himself it wasn't true. Despite his mind being elsewhere for a moment, it shot right back down to earth as Corey suddenly took his entire cock down his throat, making Joey's eyes roll into his head.

Joey groaned, fingers tightening as his hips jerked up. Corey held them down, making Joey squirm and writhe. He inhaled sharply as the bed dipped and Corey's head shot up. A lump appeared at the foot of the bed and Joey pushed himself flat against the headboard.

"What the fuck?" Corey exclaimed, feeling around for whatever else was in the bed. His hand grasped a shoulder and he felt up to the face, the hair… pulled into dreadlocks. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck are--" He stopped mid-sentence, made a soft gurgling sound, and then there was silence except for Joey's labored breathing. Despite the darkness, Joey saw the dark blood seeping through the blankets.

"I'd forgotten how great it feels to do that," Wednesday sighed from beneath the covers. He crawled over Corey's lethargic body until he was sitting on his knees before Joey. "Hey." He grinned.

Joey's eyes and mouth were both open wide with shocked terror. For nearly thirty seconds, he sat in a daze, positively traumatized. When Wednesday reached out to push his jaw closed, Joey punched him square in the mouth and bolted from the bedroom. He sprinted down the hallway before he slid on one of the rugs and hit a wall, but he got back up and looked around frantically for a pair of pants. He could hear Wednesday cursing and coming after him.

"Shit," Joey murmured as he snatched a pair of ripped jeans that were laying over the couch. He jumped into them, not even bothering to fasten the button, then made a run from the house with no earthly idea of where he would go.

From the front door, Wednesday yelled after him, "Soon as I take care of this mess, I'll come get you, but try not to get lost!" To himself, he mocked Joey's earlier saying, "'I don't scare easily,'" then scoffed.

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Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find the right slot
For your sacred key…

'Nymphetamine' by Cradle of Filth

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