“Thoughts?” he added.
“I’m just—thinking,” I grumbled. “Do you think she’s like me?”
“Like you?”
“Yeah, like, when I’m, you know, being bratty and stuff, is that what I’m like, putting the spotlight on me and just trying to get attention.” It poured right out of me. I was still lost in what I wanted from life—I thought I knew, I thought I could go through it killing all the evil people. But to do that, it meant, I had to know evil, and it soured something in my stomach.
“A little bit,” he said, his face wincing up to break the news. “It’s not that bad. With you, I know you’re doing it for me, and you either want—” he smacked his lips. “Sex, or spankings. And ultimately, that leads to sex.”
I pouted, shuffling around on the sofa, I laid my head across his lap with my legs dangling across the arm of the chair. “I’m trying to be tougher, I’m trying to meaner, like you.”
“Please don’t be like me,” he said quickly and quietly, staring down at my face, rubbing his thumbs under my chin. “I promise you, I’m not what you want to aspire to be, Art.”
“I know, but you’re the only guy I’ve ever really—really loved,” I said, tearing stinging my eyes. “And you left me.” Choking up. I didn’t know if I could be this raw right now. “You just left me, and I think you’re a huge dick for that.”
He collected my tears and wiped them against his shirt. “I left because my life is dangerous, everyone I’m close to eventually vanishes, and when you—” he couldn’t look at me now. “When you appeared behind a guy, baseball bat in hand during our last job together, I knew you wanted more than just siccing me on them. You’ve always wanted more of the action. I’ve always wanted you in the background.”
Pushing myself up on an elbow, almost going for his balls with it. I was on his thigh, digging in. “You’d rather I was afairyat Sanctum then?”
“No, no, no,” he said, his voice raising with each one. “I wanted you to get your degree, get a job, and live a different life. Not this one.”
I rolled my eyes, this time wishing I’d gone for his balls. “You keep saying that, but I signed Mercy’s contract,” I said, gritting my teeth, “I’ve killed people now. I’m no longer as innocent as the person you’re clinging to.”
“I know that, I know, I just—I need to remember we’re different people now.”
“Except, still the same,” I said, resting my head on his lap again. “Because I still love you, you know.”
“I know, and I still love you,” he said. “I kept thinking about those months we spent together. We must’ve gotten hundreds of people trying to traffick caught.”
Rolling my head on his lap, I came face-to-face with my friend, his dick. It was bulge up inside the sweatpants shorts he wore. “Are you going commando?” I asked, seeing the tip of his cock perfectly outlined.
“Yeah, I didn’t have a pair of clean underwear, so I figured nobody is going to see me now,” he said. “I washed my boxers in the sink with some handsome. They’re drying on the heated towel rack.”
“You know we can get clothes cleaned here,” I told him. I’d remembered reading about all the amenities this room had—or should have, including on-call laundry services. “Or sent over from Sanctum.” I prodded his cock again. It was getting bigger.
“What are you doing?”
“I want a starter,” I said, slipping two fingers into the waistband, slowly, I swished them around, deeper, feeling hishead—already wet. I pulled my fingers out and licked the precum clean. “Mhmm.”
“That all?” he asked. “Because my dick isn’t a starter, it’s a main course, and a dessert.”
Looking around, we were alone. “Then let me have it.”
“No demanding,” he said, fingers under my chin, pushing my mouth closed.
“Please, can I have it?”
“See, you can be a good boy.” He ruffled his fingers through my hair. “Now, come eat.” He slipped this sweatpants off so easily, sitting bare ass on the chair, his dick curved up, and as I touched it, it almost inflated in my hand, growing big and thick—just how I remembered. “Remember to give it a kiss first.”
On the floor on my knees, between his legs, I gave the tip of his glossy cock a kiss—letting it create a sticky lip gloss that dried a little too quick, making my lips hard—but not before I transferred it over in kisses to Donovan.
I sucked his cock the way I knew he liked it, two hands on his balls, one hand occasionally brushing a knuckle up against his taint and feeling the throb of his cock in my mouth, followed by his moans—they were the moans of being told I’d done a good job. A couple of minutes into it, and my stomach rumbled, I wanted my full reward.
“You know that tongue thing—” Donovan started before throwing his head back with a hand over his mouth to suppress his moans. “I’m—”
The tongue was one of the strongest muscles—right? Well, it was for me, and what better way of showing that muscle off than by using it to massage and coax the droplets of precum out of him. I wasn’t going to let go of his cock until his load was in my belly—better this way than the other, no clean up required.
Donovan grabbed hold of the sofa cushions and moaned. My knuckle right below his balls, just massaging and gettingclose to his ass. It was off limits for toys and such, but a finger here and there.
