Kaydon leaned closer, pressing his face against the bars, his eyes filled with tears. “Brys?—”
It was all he got out before the deadbolt latch clicked.
Bryson’s eyes followed Regan as he paced around the room.
“He always does this shit. Says one thing and then does another,” Regan said, hands waving in the air.
He certainly was in a chatty mood today.
Regan continued to rant and say things that Bryson didn’t quite understand.
“I gathered everything he needed, did exactly as he asked. I even pulled together a team for him. But does he want me there?”
Regan looked at Bryson, seeming to expect an answer.
Bryson, however, was at a loss for words. He tortured Regan; he didn’t comfort him. They didn’t talk. Or at least Regan had never asked for that, and Bryson wasn’t sure he had it in him.
“No, the answer is no. Of course he didn’t. Hand picked Sabin, and I get to stay here.”
“Who wanted Sabin?” Bryson asked, trying to get a handle on the conversation. Regan was clearly in a manic state. If he wasn’t careful, this could get unstable.
At the sound of Bryson’s voice, Regan zeroed his gaze towards him.
Too late.
“Why? Do you miss him?” Regan said.
Bryson was genuinely lost.
Regan slammed Bryson against the wall, pressing his forearm into his neck, his breath filling the surrounding space. “Did you want to fuck him?”
Bryson’s mind glitched as he tried desperately to get a handle on what was going on.
“You’re just like him, always looking for something better,” Regan spat. “I should have turned him off when I had the chance.”
Something in Bryson’s brain clicked. He felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. Regan was jealous. The non-feeling sociopath didn’t enjoy sharing. It made total sense.
While Bryson didn’t deal with jealousy regularly, he was familiar with the feeling.
Bryson reached up, putting his hand around Regan’s neck, squeezing.
“Sabin got punched in the face, because I despise him,” Bryson said. “If you feel left out, all you have to do is ask.”
Regan visibly relaxed and released the pressure on Bryson’s neck, taking a step back.
Bryson took the moment to gain the upper hand. At no point in Regan’s presence could he afford to lose it.
“Since you seem so keen on moving that fuck-worthy mouth of yours, why don’t you get on your knees and put it to good use,” Bryson said, following Regan, crowding him.
Regan’s cloudy vision seemed to clear, and a wicked grin spread across his face.
Dropping to his knees, he took Bryson into his mouth.
Bryson did everything he could to stay hard. Even though his skin protested with every flick of Regan’s tongue.
It felt wrong to imagine Seth or Kaydon at his feet, so he resorted to other darker fantasies to get the desired result.
Pain that didn’t hurt. Pain that filled his dark spaces rather than expanding them. Things he never dared speak out loud. Places only Adria had ever reached.
