Let me be...

Your biggest fantasy

Corey's fantasies still involve a certain red-haired man and that makes him want to jump off the highest building in Ireland.

He still has no idea as to who was the one who left that note that triggered the anxiety he feels now.

But, somehow, memories keep him calm.

The problem is that he can't control them now.

He'd usually leave sinful thoughts for any time after work. Now he seems to have lost his reasoning as his mind wanders freely to the darkest and most lustful desires he can think of.

It doesn't matter if he's at the principal office right now, waiting for Mr. Knight to walk in at any moment.

No, he can't stop himself from craving a body he once claimed his by marking the skin with his teeth and nails.

And the scene gets more desperate with every second he spends alone.

In the fiction of his brain, it's Dark the one who joins him in the room, wearing a neat suit and a loose tie around his neck.

Corey is forced to swallow in the illusion, his real world easily vanishing before his blue eyes.

His made-up lover sits on his lap, his white, perfect there biting his earlobe. "What do you want me to do?"

The smooth voice he hears is enough to make his body go completely lax beneath Dark. "Make me feel something."

"Something like what?" The red-haired man asks, leaning back to see the Irish in the eyes.

"Anything."

A devilish smile is drawn on both of their faces as their lips collide, Dark's hips rocking forward on Corey's now hard member.

Their hands explore each other's bodies, as if they didn't know every wrinkle, every mole, nor every spot that makes the other one lose his mind.

Oh, but they've memorized that perfectly. And soon, Corey is giving everything he has to his newest devotion; the one who has never judged him for what he is but has given him love instead.

The shorter's stomach is pushed over the desk full of old files as his back arches.

His knuckles have turned white and his knees are trembling in anticipation now.

A pair of hands take him by the waist, and he can't take it anymore.

The pain in his crotch snaps him out of his thoughts as he exits the room, apologizing to the man he had been waiting for when they meet by the hallway.

Corey rushes towards the teacher's bathroom, feeling glad when he notices it's empty.

After locking himself in, he pulls his pants down to his weak knees, closing his eyes and remembering that blissful fantasy he's just had.

His made moves up and down quickly around his member as his brain recreates everything perfunctorily.

A smooth voice whispers his name into his ear, and he bites his lower lip harshly as to not let any sound escape from his mouth.

His head falls back as he pictures a pair of lips sucking on his d**k, hard.

And that's enough to make him c*m in his shaking hand.

He finally lets go of his swollen lip as his mouth hangs open in an attempt to catch his breath.

It is now that he takes into account that he didn't even turn on the lights when he entered the individual bathroom. And when he does, his eyes meet with his reflection above the sink.

His blond hair is now tangled, and lips are covered in blood.

"Goddamnit." He mutters for himself before taking some toilet paper and cleaning the mess his rebellious mind created within minutes.

A knock on the door startles him once he cleans his sweat on his temples with cold water, a known voice following the sound. "You ok, Wallcox?"

"Y-Yeah." He stutters, drying his face with a towel and leaving the small room, following the old man towards the office he was just at.

He sits on the same chair, readying himself to get a lecture from the other man and his attention heading off easily every now and then.

"Mr. Wallcox." The husky voice repeats a little louder as the tall person behind the desk fixes his glasses.

"Sir?" The blond asks innocently, his sight still focused on a dark stain on the carpeted floor below his feet.

"You allowed two kids to prepare a play for the talent show." The bearded Irish in front of him remarks with annoyance. "A play with forbidden subjects, may I add."

Corey gives a sarcastic chuckle. "Did you want to see me just to tell me something I already know?" He says, still not letting anything –even anger– affect his voice.

Mr. Knight rises an eyebrow, unamused by the response he's got.

"I need you to be here early on Saturday."

"Sure."

Without wanting to hear more about it, Corey leaves the room, ignoring the lady by the entrance as well.

He makes his way through the hallways, not paying attention to the children that surround him.

This gets Jessica's attention immediately since Corey would always tell the students not to run.

Therefore, she gets up from the wooden bench, waving goodbye to the two girls she was talking to and walks towards the lost man.

Fortunately for him, his fantasies didn't go too far this time as he's calmly dragged back to reality.

"Did Mr. Knight talk with you about the play?" She asks with worried eyes.

Corey smiles lightly. "Yeah, I'm sorry for involving you in this."

Jess smiles lightly, bringing the books she's carrying closer to her chest. "Don't you worry about it." She says rather nervously, which makes her companion furrow his eyebrows.

"He asked me to be here on Saturday, do you anything about it?" Corey asks.

Her reaction gives him a little more to think about later as her eyes show worry and... Fear?

"N-No, I-I have no idea." She responds, avoiding eye contact. "I-I have to g-go."

The man watches her walk away with a different trail of thoughts wandering in his head.

Now there are actual feelings flowing through his body instead of fictional.

If he's guessing correctly, his 'friend' has something to do with the person who left that threatening note days ago. She could even be the mastermind behind it.

He feels sick with only thinking about it.

He knew since the beginning that his workplace hid some of the worst people, but he could never picture Jessica as one of them.

The knife on his back feels more real than it should be.

He wishes, nonetheless, that those last accusations that triggered a fire in his throat are only a part of his f****d-up fantasies.

Because that's the way he is. And this kind of thing is what have caused the most sorrow in his life. Being so positive have made him fall when he stood tall on the highest building in Ireland.