“I am,” he agreed, making Dylan snort.
Steve pinched his ear in retaliation, making Dylan jerk and then blush prettily. The reaction was unexpected, and Steve’s cock struggled to get hard inside its denim prison. He looked over, catching Ryker’s eye.
Ryker grinned, a shared moment of appreciation passing between them.
Steve turned his attention back to Dylan, only to see that the boy was staring at his crotch. Dylan’s mouth was slack, his eyes glazed, and he looked like he wanted nothing more than to sink down and nuzzle Steve’s bulge until he came again.
Realizing that he’d been caught staring, Dylan violently tore his gaze away and blushed.
“It’s okay, you can look,” Ryker said, putting his hand on the back of Dylan’s neck. “I’m sure Steve doesn’t mind.”
August walked up behind them and snorted. “Of course he doesn’t.” He handed Steve a plastic bag. “Here you go.”
Steve took the bag, shoving his dirty jeans and underwear inside and tying it shut. “Thanks.”
The elevator doors opened and the four of them stepped inside, Ryker hitting the button for the lobby.
As the doors closed, Steve watched their reflection in the doors. He, August and Ryker were standing behind Dylan, looming over him and making him look like a lost little lamb surrounded by the big bad wolves.
Steve hoped that when it came time for the carnage, he would be invited to join in.
16
RYKER
As soon as the waitress had taken their order and walked away, Dylan turned to August and asked if he could suck his cock under the table.
Ryker choked on his coffee, the earnest tone of Dylan’s voice completely at odds with the lewdness of his request.
“Excuse me?” August asked, his tongue poking out to lick his lips while he looked to Ryker with awhat the fuckexpression.
Dylan swallowed, looking suddenly self-conscious and unsure. He was sitting next to August, cuddled up under his arm, Steve and Ryker seated across the table in a booth at the very back of the diner. At the shocked looks he was getting, he pulled away from August’s side and tried to explain himself.
“Well, you didn’t get to come back at the clinic, and I just thought it would be nice, since you helped me out and everything.”
Ryker wrinkled his brow, wondering what was going through Dylan’s head.
“You don’t owe me anything for that,” August said. He grinned down at Dylan and ruffled his hair. “I can survive not having an orgasm in the morning.”
Dylan looked crushingly disappointed, the expression so pitiful that Ryker almost told August to stop being mean and let Dylan crawl under the table and blow him. It was the intensity of Dylan’s disappointment that sparked an alarming suspicion in the back of Ryker’s mind.
He decided to test his half-formed theory, dread pooling in his stomach as he leaned forward and hoped he was just being paranoid.
“You can have his cock if you let us all piss in your mouth first. Deal?”
Dylan’s eyes widened, a betrayed, horrified look on his face, but then he took a deep breath and nodded.
“Okay, I can do that. Should we go to the bathroom, or-”
“I was just fucking with you,” Ryker interrupted, forcing a grin and leaning forward like he’d been teasing. “I know you don’t like pee. You never have to do anything you don’t like. Didn’t we tell you that?”
Dylan blinked, his lip wobbling. August and Steve were both staring between the two of them with confused, wary glances.
“That was kind of fucked up, Ryker.”
August sounded more disapproving than Ryker had ever heard him.
“I know. I thought it would be funny, but I guess I miscalculated.” He chuckled, the sound not very convincing, and turned his gaze on Dylan. “You can’t suck him off under the table, because someone might see you. But if you want, August can take you to the bathroom and you can blow him there.”
