“One of your overgrown hawk talons ricocheted off the wall and slashed me right in the cornea. I could have lost my eye, Johnny.”
I snicker, because how can I not? He’s always so goddamn goofy and unnecessarily extra at all times. “Fuck your eye.”
“Fuck your life,” he quips.
“Fuck your face.”
“Maybe later,” he agrees, nodding. My mouth falls open in shock. “Jesus, Johnny. I’m only fucking with you.” He reaches overhead for the ceiling tile, whining like a brat when he’s unable to grab it. “Johnny, please?”
Sighing, I stand and take a few steps forward. “Alright, Little Dick, up you go.”
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
Instead of answering him, I bend down and scoop him up. Ezra’s just a tiny guy, so he isn’t hard to lift, but the only thing he’s wearing are these little pink briefs, clinging to places they ain’t got no right clinging. His ass is poked out at the perfect angle, and I have to force myself to look elsewhere, because ... fuck. Why am I looking at him like this? I shouldn’t be looking at him at all, because he ain’t mine to look at. He ain’t ever going to be mine. That’s not who we are.
I move around to stand in front of him, because I don’t want that ass anywhere near me. It’s dangerous, drawing my eyes to it for reasons I ain’t ready to explore.
As I lift him, his bulge connects with my bottom lip. It feels like he’s half-hard already. He grabs the ledge and hoists himself up, and his steadily swelling cock drags across my lips. Acting on pure instinct, my mouth opens, and I’m breathing against it, my tongue inadvertently connecting with what I’m assuming are his balls.
Ezra stops all movement like we’re frozen in time. “Johnny,” he whimpers.
My fingers slip between his cheeks, and I graze against his hole again. This time, I actually moan, my mouth opening wider as I mumble, “Ezra,” against his little bulge. Somehow, he arches into my touch, his bulge diving deeper into my mouth, and he moans this soft little moan that makes my knees feel like jelly. I wiggle my finger against his hole, petting it like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. The sounds he’smaking has my cock throbbing, and against my better judgment, I poke out my tongue, licking the fabric. There’s already a warm, wet patch where my tongue is touching, and it takes me longer than it should for me to realize I’m licking his pre-cum. The revelation makes me choke out an ungodly cry, all desperate and depraved as his body shudders against me. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I don’t want to take my mouth off him. I know I have to. Whatever the hell I’m doing right now isn’t right, and it needs to stop. This is Ezra. Asshole Ezra with his stupid fuckin’ face. Douchebag Ezra with goddamn cum balloons. Horny Ezra, grinding his cock against the side of my face right this fuckin’ second, frantically mumbling my name over and over. I squeeze his ass cheek harder, pushing my finger against his hole like I’m trying to slip inside. In the bedroom, Bubba coughs and snorts the way he always does when he wakes up, and it snaps us out of the moment. My lips tighten around what I’m assuming is his little cockhead one final time, and with a whimper, he arches his back, pulling his cock away from my mouth. He hoists himself through the gap, ignoring what just happened like it didn’t just rock him to his core. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe that was just me.
He peeks down through the hole one last time, and there’s this new side of him I haven’t seen before. He’s changed somehow, or maybe I have. Maybe my perception is changing. We’re quiet for a moment until he scoots forward and hangs his upper half down through the gap, staring at me upside down, our noses only a few inches apart.
“Johnny?”
I swallow. “Yeah?”
“I meant what I said. I’m really sorry about making fun of your baldness. It’s not ugly.” As if trying to prove a point, he reaches down and rubs my head. “I think it’s pretty. You’re a very handsome man.I think a lot of it has to do with this.” His soft palm slides over my prickly scalp. “It’s not ugly. I promise.”
I swallow, my jaw trembling. No one has ever told me I’m pretty because of my baldness instead of in spite of it. “Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah. It kind of feels like my balls after I shave them.” I balk at him, but he just rolls his eyes. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I’ll tell you what; next time I shave, I’ll let you feel them so you can see what I mean. They’re really soft.” Before I can react, he uses his thumb to pull back his index finger and aims it at my nose. The thump of his finger against the tip of my nose stings like a motherfucker, making me hiss. “That was because you called me Little Dick. Did you think I forgot? I forget nothing. You’d be best to remember that. If you even think of making that my nickname, I’ll seek legal council and sue to you the end of the fucking earth for slander.” Confusingly, he soothes my nose by rubbing it with his thumb. It doesn’t hurt, but I don’t want to say anything to take him out of the moment. He’s being a good boy right now. He’s owning up to his mistakes. Bubba would be proud as fuck, and the weird thing is, I think I am too. His mood shifts quickly to one of compassion. My God, the guy is a walking ball of emotional instability, ain’t he? “I’m really, really sorry.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to keep apologizing. I know you weren’t trying to hurt me.” Fuck. His cheek is all rosy and begging to be pinched, so that’s what I do. I reach up to the hole in the ceiling and pinch that fuckin’ cheek, but I don’t want to hurt him, so I do it all gentle like, and then his mouth does the most peculiar thing. For a second—just one single, world-stopping second—he smiles at me. Like I deserve it. Like I’ve earned it somehow. Then, as if he’s a cranky Sleeping Beauty waking from a dream, he gapes at me.
“I will not stand for physical acts of violence, Jonathan.”
“Whatever you say, Little Dick.”
His eyes narrow, but I spot something hidden in plain sight. The curve of his lips as color spreads across his cheeks. I think we might have a masochist on our hands. Leaving me with a swarm of confusing feelings, he turns and crawls through the air duct, and I take a seat on the bathtub ledge, trying to process what just happened.
I basically kissed his balls. I damn-near sucked his cloth-covered cock.
Did I hate it? I’m not sure. It was different than it was with women. Different sounds. Different scents. Annie always smelled like flowers down there, because of this little squirt bottle she keeps under the bathroom sink. She smelled so soft and fresh. What I just smelled with my face against Ezra’s cock wasn’t fresh or soft. It was natural and raw. Goddamn primal, and I want more of it.
I reach down and palm my rock-hard cock.
It was never this hard for Annie. Ever.
I curl my fingers around my cock and pump slowly, staring at it. Picturing things I ain’t got no right picturing. Ezra’s pretty mouth, stretched wide around my shaft. My fingers feathered through his hair as I guide him and down on my cock. Those beautiful brown eyes burning holes into me as his mouth drags me closer to release.
“Fuck. Little Dick.”
My eyes roll back in my head, pressure mounts in my gut, and I let out a loud, uninhibited roar as I come.
It’s been a long-ass day.
