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The phone rang. Miles picked it up as he was heading to the kitchen. It didn't bother him as much since he knew Flora would be checking in on him after he had moved. She was his sister after all. He swiped to the accept button.
"Hello?" He asked into the phone.
"Hi, is this Miles?" The voice asked.
"Yeah, who is this?" He asked while grabbing the popcorn bag and putting it into the microwave.
"What's that noise?" The caller asked.
"Y'know, some popcorn. I plan on watching a horror movie." Miles answered and set a timer.
"An interesting genre, you chose." The voice remarked.
"What's not to like about watching idiot blondes trip over air and dying by the hands of a brutal murderer?" Miles asked with a smirk.
He walked into the living, turning on the TV. He closed the curtains, to make it darker. It was always made the movie much scarier. It was like sitting in a theater, but alone. He preferred it that way. It just had a bigger effect on how the movie would play out.
He made his way towards his apartment door, locking it. He didn't want any intruders in his house without him knowing. He heard the microwave stop and went back into the kitchen again, getting a bowl from the cupboard. He took out the popcorn from the microwave, closing it. He threw the popcorn into the bowl, discarding the bag.
"What's your favorite horror movie?" The caller asked him.
"Probably Child's Play." Miles answered him.
"It's about that doll, right? The one with the red hair and the goal to drive the mom crazy?" The caller asked.
"Yep, that's the one." Miles told him.
Miles sat down onto the couch. He put the popcorn onto the coffee table. He got comfortable under some blankets and put the bowl on his lap. He grabbed the remote and started playing the movie.
"You look so cute sitting on the couch." The caller told him.
"What...what did you just say?" Miles asked, freezing on the spot.
"I said that you look cute sitting on the couch, covered with a blanket." The caller answered him. "You'd look hotter, sitting in my lap." He added.
"Who are you?" Miles asked him.
"I'll give you a hint. I sit next to you in Chemistry." The caller answered him.
"Plenty of losers sat next to me in Chemistry." Miles sighed, annoyed.
"Oh...but you know me." The caller told him.
Miles wasn't sure who it was. He knew plenty of people in Chemistry. He always had since he was in group projects with them. The caller didn't exactly make it easy at all. He could've been any of the guys that Miles worked with. Maybe it was that freak, who thought that it was funny to play a prank on him.
"Depends on what you wear." Miles got up from the couch, looking outside for anything strange.
"Well, it's obvious what I wear...you also call me a 'freak' for it." The caller said. "You won't find me outside." He added.
Miles almost dropped his phone. There was no way in hell it could be him. Maybe it was someone else, but no way it could've been the kid with mommy issues for a living. He didn't look like the type to be a killer either. Although, he did call Jackson a freak for wearing turtlenecks.
"You're in my fucking apartment?" Miles asked shocked.
"Yeah, but I'll let you find me." The caller told him.
"You better start praying, because if I find you, I'm gutting you like a fish." Miles threatened.
"Maybe, I will be the one gutting you." The caller said.
"Dude, fucking pick. Do you wanna fuck me or kill me?" Miles asked him, grabbing a knife from the knife holder.
"Maybe both." The caller answered him.
Miles hated it. The caller confused him. It made him sick to the stomach to know that the caller might kill him and get away with it. This was the first time in two years that Miles felt scared.
"What's your name?" Miles asked him.
"Oh, come on, you know my name." The caller told him.
"I got two guys that I think you might be. Liam, the new kid and stalker of the year. Or Jackson, the dude with mommy issues and god awful fashion sense." Miles told him.
"Aren't you smart, I'm the second one. Although, I find it highly offensive that you think I don't have any fashion sense." Jackson told him.
"Sorry to tell you this, but the only time a turtleneck ever looked good was when Velma was wearing them." Miles said.
Miles walked into his room. He looked under his bed and there was no one there. He walked towards his closet door and opened it. Again, there was sign that no one was there. He walked out of his bedroom and towards the storage room next to it, which was also a good spot. He opened the door slightly to see a guy in a ghostface costume, staring at him through the small opening.
"Oh, fuck you!" Miles said, closing the door and locking it from the outside.
"You're smart." Jackson said, his real voice coming through the phone. "Just not smart enough." The line went dead and the door was kicked open.
"Getting killed scream style was not on my bucket list." Miles commented.
"I'm not kill you." Jackson told him.
"The fuck did you bring a knife for? Decoration?" Miles asked sarcastically.
"Defense." Jackson replied bluntly.
"Yeah, right." Miles said.
Jackson walked closer to him. Instinctively, Miles grabbed the knife from his pocket. He aimed it at Jackson, who grabbed his hand and took the knife. He threw it onto the ground and glared at Miles.
"Wanna attempt that again?" Jackson asked him.
"You're crazy." Miles told him. "Too bad, I'm kinda into crazy." He said, pulling Jackson closer. "Could've talked to me, though. This seems like a lot of effort." He added.
Jackson pinned Miles against the apartment wall, kissing him roughly and hungrily. Miles moaned into the kiss, while playing with Jackson's hair. The brunette gripped Miles' waist as he kissed from the raven-haired boy's jawline to his neck. He zipped down Miles' hoodie and removing it. The raven-haired boy removed Jackson's ghostface costume leaving him in a sage green shirt.
Jackson carried him to the couch and placed him on it. He continued kissing the raven-haired boy's neck to his collar bone. He left hickeys as he slowly moved lower. The brunette removed his shirt leaving him shirtless, making Miles stare at him.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Jackson smirked.
"Wouldn't mind it." Miles flirted back.
He kissed Miles, shutting him up as his hand lowered cupping the raven-haired boy's erection through his sweatpants. Miles moaned into the kiss feeling the sudden movement. Jackson smirked into the kiss and removed Miles' pants leaving him only in his boxers. As impatient as Miles was, he removed Jackson's belt and pants which left the brunette in his boxers. Jackson grabbed Miles forward, and roughly kissed him.
"Just fuck me already, Jax." Miles complained.
"Who knew you were such a slut?" Jackson asked teasingly.
"You, when you decided to pull of the hottest thing ever." Miles told him with a smirk.
Jackson smirked, removing his boxers as his dick sprung up. Miles' eyes widened at Jackson's size. Whatever he signed up for, it wasn't this. He never knew the brunette was that big. He grabbed Jackson's cock, jerking it off as the brunette groaned in pleasure. Miles smirked licking Jackson's tip and he took him in.
"Fuck...ahh...Miles..." Jackson moaned.
Miles went faster and Jackson started pulling his hair. The brunette started taking control. He held Miles head down letting the raven-haired boy take more of him. Miles gagged a little, but continued on deepthroating his hot stalker. Jackson moaned Miles' name as he came. With a smirk, he raven-haired boy removed himself.
In an instant Jackson flipped Miles on his stomach and thrusted into him without warning. Miles let out a groan from the sudden pain filled with pleasure. Jackson gripped his waist, holding him steady and he thrusted in hard and rough. Miles moaned loudly, gripping onto the couch.
"Fuck! Jax, faster, please!" Miles moaned out.
"You're so needy it's cute." Jackson said as he thrusted in more faster and harder.
Miles moaned when Jason reached his prostate. "Fuck, right there...please don't stop." Miles moaned out.
"Looks like we found your spot." Jackson said, thrusting faster and gripping onto Miles' hips.
Miles gripped the couch tighter for support as Jackson thrusted hard. Feeling that familiar knot, he raven-haired boy moaned out Jackson's name. He came all over the couch and his body. After a few more thrusts, Jackson came too. The brunette laid down since, he was exhausted with Jackson on top of him.
"You okay, there? I wasn't too rough, was I?" Jackson asked him.
"No, you were amazing." Miles replied. "I just doubt walking is going to be an easy task." He added.
"Good to know I did a great job." Jackson joked.
"You know, whatever this is, I'd love to try it out." Miles told him.
"Really?" Jackson asked him.
"Come on, you broke into my apartment. All that effort isn't going to be for nothing. Besides, I've been meaning to ask you out." Miles answered him.
"I'd love to go out with you." Jackson told him.
"Good, because I'm not letting someone as perfect as you go." Miles said and softly kissed him.
They silently fell asleep on the couch. Both of them cuddling in each other's arms. Both happy that they got to be together.