“Oh gods, we’re in a car chase,” Mathlin whispered, white as a sheet.
“How did you do... that?” Killian waved vaguely at the intersection, now a speck in the rearview mirror.
Crush opened his mouth. Then he looked sharply to the side, at the same time Killian’s senses screamed again.
“Fuck,” Crush hissed, flooring the gas just in time to avoid more gunshots. “Whatiswith these guys?”
Two new cars slid into the traffic behind them.
“They’re after me,” Killian mumbled, his heart sinking. “We should drop Mathlin off somewhere safe. When we can.”
Mathlin had curled up in the back seat with his baby, whimpering quietly. Killian turned to check on their pursuers again, holding onto the dashboard with one hand.
Just as he was turning back to face the road, Crush made another sharp turn.
Killian flailed, thrown off balance. He shoved his hand down to stop himself from falling onto Crush, except his palm landed on something warm.
Something warm, solid, and shaped like a valley.
There was only one way his hand could go—further down.
His palm slid over fabric, pressing roughly against something soft. Crush yelped loudly inches from Killian’s ear.
What the hell did I just touch?Killian squeezed on instinct, his fingers curling around something squishy and thick.
He looked down. And realized that his hand had gonebetween Crush’s legs.He wassqueezing Crush’s bulge.
Crush looked like he was in pain.
“Did I just squish your balls?” Killian squeaked.
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Killian yankedhis hand back like he had been burned.Oh gods I squished his balls in the middle of a CAR CHASE.
He wrung his hands and stared at Crush’s crotch, waiting for the dreaded confirmation.
“You don’t... have to look at them,” Crush said stiltedly, his gaze focused on the road. They made another sharp turn.
Were his eyes...watering?
Oh gods I crushed his balls. What if he can never make babies again?
Do I owe him a baby?
Maybe if Crush’s balls were still intact, Killianwouldn’towe him babies. He reached over and tried to straighten Crush’s gray sweatpants. But that only made the fabric stretch over his generous bulge, bringing its every curve into sharp relief.
“Is it okay?” Killian asked anxiously, poking the girthy length with a finger. “Wait. I’m poking the wrong thing. I should be poking your balls—”
His brain came back online.
“OhgodsI just poked your cock!”
Crush’s face wasred.
“Oh gods,” Mathlin mumbled in the back seat. “This is a disaster.”
