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Haunting, Isn’t It? | dayeandknight | 10

 

As Alex made his way down the hall, he noticed a streak of light on the wooden floor. When Alex approached, his saw that the light was emanating from a crack under a door. No matter how hard he tried not to, his hand reached up and turned the door's handle. Alex was forced to open the door with a light creak, the light almost blinding as it washed over him.

While his eyes adjusted, he heard a familiar voice squeak, “Oh! I'm sorry...I, I, I.”

Alex felt himself close the door behind him, then looked back at Zack. He was standing in front of a desk with an open book in his hands. Oddly, he was wearing a dress shirt and brown slacks, something he did not show up wearing.

“My friends and I had, uh, well we were on our way home and we-,” Zack started to ramble nervously, but was cut off when Alex swayed up to him, placed the duster on the desk and grabbed his collar. Zack immediately shut up as Alex went about fixing Zack's shirt. First he readjusted the collar then his hands slowly drifted down his chest, all the while his eye's never leaving Zack's. Zack was holding his breath and Alex could feel Zack's heart going a mile a minute. Alex was terrified buy what was happening, his hands moving with a mind of their own. When his hands passed Zack navel, his arms snaked around Zack and he felt himself step in close, his own heart doing its own dance. Alex began to tuck Zack's shirt into his pants from back to front, while Zack was frozen stiff. After Alex finished, his fingers lingered, just grasping the belt.

Zack was doing his best statue impersonation as a cute smile found its way onto Alex's face. Alex took Zack's shoulder and eased him down onto the chair Zack must have been sitting in before Alex stepped in. turning to a small cupboard behind Zack, Alex grabs a glass and a bottle of a brown liquid. He pour Zack a glass then puts the bottle away. He grabbed the feather duster, then went to work dusting the room. He sashayed from one end of the room to the other, cleaning everything, his dress tickling his stockinged knees.

 

what does Alex do next?

 
 
 

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