It felt like there was at least a thin layer of wrong to what they were doing, even if there really wasn’t. As far as Randy was aware, Dewey and Gale were broken up, and had been. And while it did feel almost traitorous to sway from his complete devotion to Sidney, it was a one-sided devotion. She had a boyfriend for God’s sake, he really didn’t think she would be too heartbroken to learn someone else caught his attention. These recent murders felt different to him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was scared. He didn’t think he was as safe as he was the last time, and that might have put him more on edge than he’d been back in Woodsboro. The only difference was that he’d managed to do a better job of hiding it this time, for the most part. Sidney knew better than to expect otherwise, but then there was Dewey. And Dewey was the kind of person who just made it feel comfortable to be even a little vulnerable, with even the smallest of gestures. He’d been spending most of his time with the cop and fellow survivor. Sidney was caught up in her own life as she was yet again the focal point of a murder spree, and Dewey was avoiding Gale. That, and he needed someone to discuss some possible theories on killer’s identity — something that Randy considered himself to be an expert of at that point.
However, it wasn’t very long into their discussion at all that they started to do a lot more than talk. There had been something there, he felt it ever since he first saw the other limp onto campus. He tried to brush it off, blame it on the nerves he felt from being targeted but deep down he knew better. And that afternoon, they were left with no choice but to confront the feelings they felt for each other. And that was exactly what they’d done. A hand rested against the officer’s chest, partially for stability but also to feel him. Fingers threaded through the light sprinkling of hair that covered Dewey’s chest as he continued to ride him. His own cock moved between them, bouncing against the older’s stomach along to the rhythm his hips set. He didn’t exactly have a lot of experience, especially with another guy, so he was basing his movements off of the reactions he earned. And so far, it seemed as though he was doing everything needed in order to make a moaning mess out of the man beneath him. His free hand reached behind him, reaching to lightly stroke at one of Dewey’s thighs as the fucking went on.
Then he hit a spot inside of him that caused him to practically cry out, fingernails digging lightly into the skin of his thigh as pleasure rocked his entire core. “W-whatever you just did, do that again.”
