ROSES HAVE THORNS-Chapter 93 - Moment Of Release

Austin pressed his back against the cool brick wall of the dormitory as he peeked his head around the bend and looked through the glass tempered door. "It looks like the coast is clear. I don’t see the dorm mother anywhere."

[Are you seriously afraid of that old lady?]

"It’s not about being afraid. It’s about her giving me more work to do when she sees me. And if I refuse, she’d blab about it to the principal."

[Don’t you have any skills that’ll help you sneak to our room without being detected?]

"If I did, I would’ve used it long ago."

[Seriously, how did you even get into Future Academy and not some second rate institute–]

"Shh! Be quiet! I’m about to enter the building." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

’And it wasn’t me who got accepted. Rather, it was the previous owner of this body who did. But no one shall come to learn of this.’ Austin thought as he hovered his student tag over the scanner, opening the door with a soft beep.

He eased the heavy tempered door just enough for him to slip through, when he immediately dropped low and prawned all the way to the long beige couch in the common room.

"... Huh? Who’re you–"

"Shh! Shut the fuck, bitch! Unless you wanna get clobbered!" Austin glared and hissed at the scrawny nerd who was reading a book.

"... S-Sorry." The nerd buried his face in the book and ignored him as he crawled by.

[Hahaha! That little bitch nearly pissed his pants!]

As he reached the end of the couch, he peeked through the hallway that leads to the kitchen where the dorm mother’s room was stationed. The door stood wide open empty. And there were no sounds coming from the kitchen.

"Wait. Is she not here?"

Austin was right in the middle of standing up when he heard the dreadful sound of the front door beeping, as well as the haunting sound of humming. The same humming he would hear when working for a certain old lady.

"Fuck!" He didn’t look back.

He dived behind a large potted palm, the fronds shivering against his shoulder. He waited, lungs burning from held breath, until the heavy thud of the dorm mother’s room door finally clicked shut.

[Nearly there, Austin! The stairs are about ten feet away!] Gary spurred Austin on, who was pretty much sweating buckets at this point. Nervous that right as he steps out from beyond the potted plants, the door would open.

[Stop being a pussy and just book it!]

"Motherfu–!" He didn’t crawl this time. He lunged from his cover, his feet hitting the first step with a muffled thump. He took the stairs two at a time, staying close to the wall to avoid the creakiest floorboards. By the time he reached the third-floor landing, he was a blur of motion.

By the time he reached his room, Austin quickly slid his tag across the scanner with trembling precision and threw himself inside. He leaned back against the wood, the click of the deadbolt signaling his safety.

"Phew. Made it." He pushed himself off the door and tossed his jacket on the floor.

"Congratulations. Although you made the whole thing seem harder than it actually was." Gary commented as he popped out from Austin’s shadow and leaned on the study desk.

"Whatever. So where’s the potion?"

"Now hold your horses, Austin. You’re not seriously going to go to the West Wing looking like that, are you? Not to mention you smell like sweat. Are you trying to scare away the ladies?"

"Who cares! By the time I’m done with Amy, I’m gonna smell sweaty and look messy anyway!"

"No shower. No potion. And to think that earlier I was praising you for your clean hygiene... How very disappointing..."

"Why you gotta be so goddamn picky?!"

"Austin..."

"Grrrr... Fine! I’ll take a stupid fucking shower!" Austin stormed off to the bathroom and swung open the door with fury.

"Thank–"

SHUT!

"-you..." Gary tip-toed towards the bathroom door and leaned his ear against the wood as if to listen carefully.

He patiently waited until finally, the hiss came. The pipes groaned, followed by the steady drumming of water hitting the plastic basin.

He moved instantly. He lunged toward the center of the room and dropped to his knees on the hardwood. There, discarded in a careless heap, lay Austin’s denim jacket. It was still warm and damped with lingering sweat.

Gary took the jacket in both hands and brought the collar against his flushed face. He shut his eyes tight and drew in with a sharp, jagged breath. And the scent hit him like a euphoric sting.

"O-Oh fuck– *Gasp* *Huff* A-Austin..." Gary breathed in and buried his face in the jacket.

A potent mix of salt, cedarwood, and the intense musk of skin that had just been crawling so idiotically on the ground. It was thick and intoxicating, a private essence that seemed to fill both his lungs and veins.

Feeling dazed, Gary stumbled back toward the unmade bed across the room. Onto Austin’s mattress, as he buried his face in the jacket’s lining. He rolled onto his side, curling around the fabric, his breath coming in ragged hitches as the smell clouded his judgement. The world outside the room ceased to exist; there was only the steam from under the door and the overwhelming proximity of the scent.

"I-I’m losing it... Austin, this is all your fault. *Huff* Why do you never look my way..." He moaned into Austin’s pillow.

Wanting to feel more, Gary reached down into his pants, but instead of there being the bulge of a man in heat, there was a soaking wet valley that seemed to suck in the fabric of... women’s undergarments.

Next, he reached up into his sweater. His hands struggled to find his chest as a tight layer of bindings covered it.

"It’s just for a moment... *Huff* Just for one moment, Austin~ Don’t come out yet~ Please..."

He reached for the linen that tied his bindings tight, desperate to feel the cool air against his skin and the softness of the sheets. He climbed onto the edge of the bed as he clutched Austin’s pillow to his chest, his heart hammering against his ribs in anticipation. He was halfway through unwinding the long strip of cloth when his shoulders finally relaxed. Revealing his true silhouette as it began to emerge in the shadows.

"Finally... I can feel you... Austin~" A crazy smile of ecstasy began to form on his– no. Her face.

Gone was Gary’s usual deep voice as a high-pinched moan escaped her lips. She plopped back down on the bed and mounted the pillow while taking in the scent of the jacket. With any and all restrictions gone, her chest settled into its natural, soft curves. They were moderately sized with a delicate fullness that had been so carefully pressed flat beneath her bindings. The cool air of the room hit her skin, causing a faint shiver to trace down her spine.

"Hahaha~ Austin~ Austin~ Austin~!" Gary’s hips furiously rode the pillow as her hand clutched around the jacket, her mind picturing it to be the neck of Austin.

"Ahahaha~! Look at you! So weak beneath me! But I know you love it! Don’t you, Austin~? Don’t you!?"

Feeling the heat below her waist was about to hit a crescendo, Gary clutched her breast with one hand while the other reached inside her hot, drenching pussy.

She leaned forward and sprawled herself inside the bed sheets as she desperately pleasured herself, seeking release. "Fuck! Austin, I’m cumming~ I’m cum–"

Click

"S-Shit!" She stopped everything that she was doing and slipped down below into the shadows.

"There! You fucking happy?! I’m clean! Now give me the– Gary?" Austin quickly surveyed the room but found that it was empty.

"Gary! Where the hell did you go?! Did you seriously just ditch me?!" He waited for a response but none came.

"That motherfucker! An unreliable piece of shit, is what you are! Fine then! I’ll just seduce that bitch myself! I don’t need no fucking love potion! I got all the charisma and charm I need!"

Austin was about to pick up his jacket, but saw that it wasn’t in the place he last left it.

"What the hell? Where’s my shit?" He looked around and saw a piece of his jacket sticking out from under his bed sheets. "Did I put it there? Whatever."

Right as he was about to take it is when–

[Don’t touch that!] Gary’s usual deep voice resonated through Austin’s head.

"What the!? Hey! Get the fuck out my shadow and give me the potion!"

[Yeah yeah. Quit your bitching.] Gary appeared, now back to his regular clothes, and handed Austin the potion.

"Where were you?! I thought you bailed on me!" Austin yelled as he yanked the vial out of Gary’s hands.

"What do you mean? I went to go grab the potion. You think I keep it here?"

"Oh. I guess that makes sense. Anyways, let’s get going! I’ve been thinking about all sorts of ways that I’m gonna fuck Amy! I can’t wait! Viva la Love Potion!"

"Uh-huh. *Gasp* Austin, wait! There someone behind the–"

Beep Click

"Hm? What was that? You kinda got cut off." Austin looked back at Gary as he opened the door but saw that he was suddenly gone.

"Love potion? Fuck Amy?"

Austin’s head slowly turned towards the door as the last voice he wanted to hear in that moment came into being.

"E-Emelie–"

BOOM!

CRASH!