Challenge #38: Under the Influence: the rush
"Fuck yes!" he whispered, his eyes closed, leaning against the wall of the gym, waiting for the rush; feeling it in his veins, his brain, his dick as the drug flooded him; feeling the warmth and the raw desire and, yeah, there it was , the mind-blowing feeling of power.
And fuck, he needed that, he'd need that to do what he had to, he thought, as Vern walked up to him, a malevolent smile on his lips, his eyes shining with a greedy expression.
"Ready, Chris?" he asked.
“Yeah,” Chris said, “bring him in!”