Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 301. The First
"I GOT IT, I GOT IT! LET ME OUT; I WANT OUT OF HERE!" More dead dogs were thrown into the hole, into my grave.
"I GOT IT! YOU WERE THE FIRST; YOU WERE THE FUCKING FIRST ’KENNY’!" I spat blood, earth, and fur out, feeling the weight on me increase.
Either the concept of everything happening at once and that time is relative and such was bullshit, or the reincarnation of the counterparts happened in cycles, with someone being at the beginning of the cycle and also someone in the middle and end of it.
If I interpreted the fucked-up message from the past correctly, the giant was either the first one, the rawest one, or both: an existence emotionless yet with childlike curiosity, someone unable to feel yet full of hollowness, a raw existence that, confronted with its transience, fell into a helpless craze caused by fear and unwillingness.
Annihilating counterparts to gain experience—through seeing, through watching. Other counterparts, or those of later cycles, apparently benefited from what he learned—from what he understood.
You want to tell me not to look down on you because the lessons you learned after the fucked-up sins you have committed made me more of a human than you ever were?
"I GOT IT! YOU ARE RIGHT!" I’ll tell you what the fuck you want me to say as long as you get me out of here, you lunatic fucker!
"I WANT THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I screamed my lungs out, not seeing anything anymore, only darkness, as I heard one THUMP after another, feeling more weight, coldness, and death coming down on me.
I don’t give a fuck about you and the fucked-up way you perceive yourself and your actions.
I don’t give a fuck about how the world works or how the layers do—I am long over that.
Now, I just want to go home, and I DON’T WANT TO BE BURIED IN HERE!
"HENRY, GET ME THE FUCK OUT!"
"HENRY!!!" I yelled, soon hearing the thunder in the sky, hearing rain coming down to this mass grave.
Blue water trickled from the dark sky into the hole, slowly but steadily finding its way through the corpses, dunking my surroundings in color, bathing me in blue.
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was back inside the crystalline cave.
"What happened?" Henry was cupping my face, as he did when I visited him in another body.
I looked into his eyes, finding myself relax even more at the apparent anxiety he was experiencing because of me.
"Where are the others?" I asked him, still lying on the mattress I had closed my eyes on before visiting home.
"I sent them out." Henry wiped my nose with his sleeve, dirtying his white shirt with my blood.
"What happened to you? Did you dream of the giant?"
"Mhm." I looked from his eyes to his lips.
He stroked my hair before leaning his forehead against mine, obstructing my view.
"Kenny... What can I do to help you?"
I put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him.
Now that I was touching him, it was a good opportunity to flip the coin and look into the future of conjured-up Henry—I had no idea if it would show me how conjured-up Henry and I found an exit from the crystal world or the future of ’Present Henry’ back at home.
Palm; black; eyes and ears uncovered; correct future of Henry.
I am still under him, still in my own body as I kiss him—not as an onlooker, but as a participant, as I involuntarily let myself be swallowed up by the vision I am experiencing.
I force his body to change positions with me so that I end up on top, straddling him.
It was already hard to hold back when I saw the desperate face of Henry back at home; now that I have him in front of me, it is unbearable.
Especially since being close to him empties my head, overwriting any pain with excitement and exhilaration.
I cup his face in return, hearing him moan deeply when I move my head to the side, tasting and devouring him as thoroughly as possible.
He raises his upper body, pushing me back to make me sit on his hardened cock.
I open my eyes, but Henry just puts his hand on the back of my head, hindering me from breaking the kiss and preventing any kind of escape.
I stimulate him with my weight alone, but he gets cocky, wanting more, putting his other hand on my lower back to make me move and grind against his hardness.
Does that fucker think he can push his luck just because I am always so lenient with him or because this was a fucking vision?
But his cockiness knows no bounds; it seems that he has lost it completely—as he strokes me through my pants.
I try to push him away, and he lets me—only a hair’s breadth enough to give him space to whisper hoarsely,
"You showed me what I could do to help. So, stop thinking." His voice drips with desire and sex.
Yeah, when he asked me how he could help, I just thought of making out, a thought that forces itself into my mind every time I see his lips.
He takes my just-as-hard cock out together with his own, and while I still can’t believe it, he encloses both of our best parts with his hand, his movements explicit.
What the fuck should I do now? I try to get out of the vision but remain unsuccessful—as if my turned-on mind refuses to miss out on this pleasure.
It feels so fucking good.
I try to overcome the discomfort and suppress how much it arouses me to feel him against me.
But I never had a chance, already swept away by his pace long ago.
His iron grip on both of our best parts, squeezing and clenching them together in a manner that nearly hurts but is more than anything just a turn-on, fucking stimulating, pushes me nearly over the edge more than once.
The fact that he either moans into my ear or captures my lips through this whole ordeal doesn’t help either.
Again, it is not the soft body of a girl but the hard body of a man, the deep raspy voice, and the accelerated breathing, clearly nowhere near a ’lovely’ note—and nevertheless, it feels better than when Henry jerked me off by hand, and that was already...
"Fuck." I curse, my mind going blank.
"Together." Henry groans, kissing me again, when I am coming indiscriminately, when I feel him coming a hell of a lot himself, the hot liquid splurting out and landing on both of our clothes, on our dicks.
Henry doesn’t stop his movements; he just softens his grip, getting slower and slower before squeezing down again, causing my fingers, which I had sunk into his back at some point, to grip onto him even tighter.
My heart nearly can’t take the discrepancy between the fear I had just felt getting buried under dogs and a vision presenting me with a fucking amazing orgasm—all that just because I tried to find a way out of here.
"Fuck." Henry repeats after me, stopping his movements but not letting go of ’us’.
Placing his head on my shoulder, he bites down softly.
I try to catch my breath, hearing the voices of the others that apparently waited somewhere near the cave.
"They weren’t able to hear or see anything. I paid attention." Henry lets go of my shoulder to breathlessly assure me before biting down again. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
I hum; it didn’t matter either way.
Leaning my head against his, I closed my eyes.
I still can’t believe it. Luckily this wasn’t real; otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to look Henry in the eyes again, and I would feel like I am somehow...cheating on him?
Though that doesn’t even make remote sense—damn, my head is all messed up. But one thing is for sure: I won’t flip the coin on conjured-up Henry again to find an exit.
I smack my lips against his cheek, trying it again and really managing to extract myself from the vision, feeling like a scumbag who left the girl behind after finishing the deed.
Coming back, Henry dissolved the kiss, and I felt a certain wetness in my pants.
Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.
"Did you have a vision?" He asked me, motioning to my lower body.
Well, he had experience in seeing me cum from my visions—all of them presenting us doing very gay things.
Fucking fantastic.
"Let’s go to the others." I placed my hands on his chest to get him to move away, which he did, though he didn’t stop staring.
"What did you see?" He asked, a sly grin on his lips.
"As if I’d tell you." I stood up and walked a few steps away, conjuring up a wet towel as well as new pants and boxershorts. If my power ever stopped working from now on, I would really end up butt-naked.
Isn’t that a rosy outlook? Makes me all pumped up and motivated to not let my power fail me.
"Want to make it reality?" Henry came up behind and hugged me when I finished cleaning up and changing.
"Nope." Can’t believe I came from my dick touching his.
I still can’t believe it; I am in fucking denial.
"What an asshole move to have all the fun to yourself." He whispered in my ear, making me shiver.
"Go away." I pushed his face away, feeling embarrassed beyond words.
"Then at least tell me."
So annoying.
"We’ll have to find a way home; I can’t let the present ’you’ wait any longer."
"True." He clung onto me again.
"Then tell me what you saw while we find a way back home."
I chuckled in annoyance while letting the mattress disappear together with my old pants; now only the boxershort was left, which was snatched away by Henry.
"What the?" I saw him moving the shorts to his face as if he wanted to smell it.
"Are you nuts?" I tried to grab it, but he raised his arm so that I wasn’t able to reach my own damn fucking boxer shorts.
"If you tell me, I won’t smell it." Henry threatened as if he had real leverage against me.
"Fine." I can’t take it anymore. Massaging the root of my nose, I promised.
"If you ever remember this conversation as the present ’you’, I will tell you."
"With all the details?"
"Yes, yes, all the details."
"And we will act it out?" He was clearly getting ahead of himself.
I glared at him, and he gave in, dissolving the proof of my shame with his power.
"Let’s hurry." I turned to walk out of the cave, Henry putting his arm around my neck, dangling on me.
"It’s a promise. I will remember." He laughed.
Ah, so damn annoying.
