I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Did it hurt?” I said, punching his shoulder. “Did you cry like a little bitch?”
“I wanted something meaningful. I’m not covering my body in random shit like you do.”
“I guess I’m a sucker for pain.” I grinned, winking at him.
“Hope so, because that dick tattoo will hurt,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I waved him off as we reached the town. Just like he said, at the west end, a man was sitting out front.
We made our way over, and as we approached, Enzo and the man shared a quick hug.
Enzo pointed at me. “My brother wants his dick tattooed.”
The man laughed. “Can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious,” I said, jaw tight, face blank.
He cleared his throat, brushed past me, and pushed open the door. “This way.”
Inside, on the right, sat a guy with a knot tattoo on his neck, pouring a glass of whiskey. And on the left, behind a stained yellow curtain, was a small studio. Nothing looked sterile or clean, but I was too drunk and too set on this to turn back.
Vitto dropped into a chair and cracked his neck before glancing at me. “So, you’re serious?”
“Dead serious,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Make it glow.”
He lifted a brow. “Glow?”
“Yeah. Neon blue. Something that lights up under blacklight. I want it to look like a damn sign.”
Enzo barked a laugh behind me. “Christ, you want to advertise it?”
“Why not?” I said, stripping naked without hesitation and lying back in the chair. “Might as well be useful in the dark.”
Vitto chuckled as he prepped his machine. “You’re out of your mind.”
“He’s drunk,” Enzo muttered, leaning against the wall. “He’ll regret this before sunrise.”
“I regret being related to you,” I said. “Now shut up and let the artist work.”
The machine buzzed as Vitto leaned closer, his face half-lit by the flickering lamp. He grabbed my cock with two fingers and sighed. “For the record, I’m not touching you again.”
“Cazzo,your hands are cold,“ I gritted out, teeth clenched.
The first touch of the needle made me flinch. Then came the pain. That slow, biting, addictive pain. It crawled under my skin and stayed there.
“You said neon blue, huh?” Vitto leaned closer, focusing on the work. “This’ll glow under UV. Hit the club lights and you’ll look radioactive.”
“Perfect,” I hissed between my teeth. “Maybe I’ll finally get noticed for my personality.”
Enzo groaned from behind me. “You won’t be getting noticed for anything for a while. No sex, no friction, no fun. Hope you like cold showers.”
I laughed, jaw tight, eyes squeezing shut. “It’s fine. I’ll meditate.”
“Or,” Enzo said, “you’ll fuck someone by tomorrow and beg them to‘just be gentle.’”
“Shut up,” I grunted as Vitto pressed the needle deeper.
