Chapter 32: The Darkness Within

As the night wore on, Jason's craving for the feeling only grew stronger, like a fire burning within him. He couldn't shake the memory of that touch, and his body ached with a longing he couldn't ignore. Silky, sensing his friend's turmoil, shifted uncomfortably beside him, his eyes fixed on Jason's profile in the darkness. "Jason, try to sleep," Silky whispered, his voice low and soothing. "We'll figure this out in the morning." But Jason couldn't sleep. He was consumed by his desire, his mind racing with thoughts of Sangwoo's touch. He felt like he was drowning in his own needs, and he didn't know how to keep his head above water. Silky, too, was struggling to stay awake. He could feel Jason's tension, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. He knew that Jason was on the edge, and he was torn about what to do. On one hand, Silky had always thought Jason was cute, and he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards his friend. He had often found himself stealing glances at Jason, admiring the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck, or the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed. On the other hand, Jason had just been attacked, and Silky couldn't shake the image of Sangwoo's cruel face. He knew that Jason was vulnerable, and he didn't want to take advantage of him. As the minutes ticked by, Jason's restlessness grew. He tossed and turned, his body thrumming with desire. Silky watched him, his heart aching with sympathy. Finally, Jason reached his breaking point. He threw off the covers and crawled out of bed, his eyes fixed on Silky's. "Silky, please," he whispered, his voice cracking with desperation. "I need...I need you to help me." Silky's heart skipped a beat as Jason approached him, his eyes pleading. He hesitated, unsure of what to do. But then Jason dropped to his knees beside him, his hands grasping at Silky's thighs. "Silky, please," Jason begged, his voice shaking. "I just need to feel...to feel something. Anything." Silky's resolve crumbled as he looked into Jason's eyes. He saw the desperation there, the longing, and he knew he couldn't resist. He patted his lap, and Jason crawled into it, his body trembling with need. "Okay, Jason," Silky whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll help you. But you have to promise me you'll be okay. That you'll forgive yourself, no matter what happens." Jason nodded, his eyes fixed on Silky's, and Silky knew he was lost. He wrapped his arms around Jason, holding him close as he steeled himself for what was to come.