I blinked.
It was beautiful.
Gage had beautiful eyebrows.
The beautifulest.
How had I never noticed this before?
“Thank you,” he said, laughing again, all rumbly and low. “You’ve got pretty eyebrows, too, Noe.”
I gasped, shocked that… well, not that he could read my mind, because Gage was good at everything, so it made sense he’d be good at mind reading, too. But I’d known himforever, so how was this the first time I’d ever realized he had a bona fide super power?
“You’re amazing,” I breathed out, wishing my mouth was working better so I could also say how lucky I was that I was best friends with such amazing amazingness. Something was wrong with my tongue, though. It felt like it was operating in slo-mo.
I’d have to tell him later.
Keys now, amazingness later. Or… his dick now?
“You are so drunk, bro,” Gage said, shaking his head and grinning at me in a way that made my stomach feel fluttery. “I gotta do a better job of remembering what a lightweight you are.”
The way his eyes went all soft and cottony when he said it made the flutters get even worse. It was something that had been happening a lot lately. Maybe I had a bug? Gage would know.
“There’s something wrong with… something in my… in my stomach,” I told him, wondering why the words kept taking so danglongto get out of my mouth. Maybe because I was distracted by trying to get his dick out and talk at the same time?
I mean, his keys. I was trying to talk while getting hiskeysout.
Gage frowned, putting one of his big hands right over my belly and making the flutters both better and worse at the same time. “You gonna be sick, Noe?” he asked.
I shook my head. Even though there were actuallymoreflutters now that he had his hand on me like that, I suddenly felt the opposite of sick.
“It’s… they’re… my stomach just feels like… um, did I swallow something… fluttery?” I asked, trying to explain. “Like, bugs? Did I swallow bugs, G?”
I stroked his… keys, pressing myself against him while I waited for his answer. It didn’t help the flutters, but I didn’t mind. Especially when he tightened his arm around my waist, and… and… wow. His eyes were getting darker. No, wait. His pupils were just getting bigger, the black starting to eclipse his storm-colored irises the more I played with his keys.
Was being able to black out all the gray in his eyes another superpower I hadn’t known he had?
“No bugs,” he finally said, his voice sounding rough, like it usually was first thing in the morning when he woke up. He cleared his throat, then his lips quirked up on one side. “Only thing you swallowed tonight was some beer, bro. Too much of it. My bad.”
“You’re never bad,” I told him, since it was important that he understand this fundamental fact. “You’re… You’re thebest, Gage.”
I leaned against him even harder when the floor suddenly wobbled underneath me again, and he made a low, rumbly sound that made the flutters start fluttering in double time—so maybe he was wrong about the bugs, even though he was usually right about everything else—but then he pushed his hips toward me to help me out with the key issue, because he really and trulywasthe best thing in the world, and I forgot all about the bugs.
I needed to focus.
Be a good slave.
Get the keys out for him.
His dick was still in the way, though, and I needed to explain to him that… that it was becoming a problem. I would andcouldmanage to do what I’d promised—handle the, um, keys—if I could just figure out a way to work around that rapidly growing problem, but my tongue had gotten all thick and squishy for some reason, kind of like his dick had felt, back before it had started being a, um, problem.
I petted it, apologizing in my head for saying something so mean about such a fundamentally wonderful body part.
Gage’s dick wasn’t a problem. It wasperfect.
He groaned.
Did his tongue feel thick, too? Like uncooked pizza dough?
