Page 272 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

He pulls into a parking spot on the main street, right out front of a tattoo shop. “You’re not seriously getting a tattoo right now? You know they just fall out.”

“I wouldn’t let a stranger touch my skin. Who do you think I am?” he says in exasperation.

After Chester turns off the vehicle, we both exit the car. I check out the street as we walk into the shop. We can’t be too careful, after all. It’s a very generic store; pictures of tattoos linethe walls, it smells like disinfectant, and the hum of someone getting a tattoo fills the air.

“How can I help you?” a young guy our age asks.

“I want to get this done,” Chester says, and places his phone down on the counter. The guy visibly winces, and I look over Chester’s shoulder to see what he wants. I’m sure my expression matches the employee’s. I don’t understand it—Laughn and his ball bearings, Creed and his Jacob’s ladder, and Case with his Prince Albert. Why would anyone want something shoved into their dick?

“A magic cross,” a woman says, coming to stand beside the young guy. “We have to book those in.”

“I don’t have time, but I have cash.”

Chester pulls a wad of cash from his pocket, and I wonder where the fuck that came from. He must have had it in his car already. The woman takes the money and asks him to follow her.

I might not want to get one, but I’m so excited to tell Jolie that a woman touched Chester’s dick. He must read my thoughts as he turns to me. “Keep your mouth shut. It’s a surprise.”

I shrug. Fine, I will tell her once he “surprises” her with it.

I follow them into a room in the back and stand in the corner quietly. “We recommend doing one at a time. This type of piercing can be extremely painful,” the woman says, snapping on a pair of gloves.

“No, do both now,” he demands. His tone must scare her a little.

“Don’t worry about him. He has an extremely high pain tolerance, and I will get serious enjoyment from seeing him in any kind of pain.”

She nods. Chester gets his pants off, and lucky for him, the clean-up crew didn’t give him new boxers, so he is free as a bird.

“Impressive,” she says, and I laugh.

“Oh, Jolie is going to kill you!” I grin widely at Chester, and he flips me off.

“I take it Jolie is the girlfriend?” the woman asks.

“She sure is, and I will have a ball when she realises a woman touched his dick.”

“You tell her that your lump of meat does nothing for me. I like me a nice plump pussy.”

“Don’t we all,” the guy from the front says, entering the room. His eyes go wide when he looks down at Chester.

“So why the bling?” she asks, cleaning off his cock with something from a spray bottle.

“She just had twins, and I figured with no sex for six weeks, why not give myself a reason I can’t fuck her for that long?”

The chick goes through the usual spiel, saying it can take six months to heal, but we don’t bother explaining to her he will probably be healed within a day or two at most.

I swear I almost pass out after having to witness the whole process. The guy from the front counter must be feeling the same—he takes a lollipop from his pocket and hands it to me. That was a lot, and Chester just sat there like a crazy bastard. I don’t understand why he just randomly thought of doing this, but whatever floats his boat. It’s Chester, so there will be a reason. Maybe Creed isn’t fucking him anymore now that Jolie is back? I don’t have any idea how their dynamic works. We know they have fucked, but they don’t elaborate, and we don’t care to ask. What they do is between them, or it was until Jolie came back. She doesn’t seem to care—she is just pissed they won’t fuck in front of her. It’s like it’s their bro time or some shit.

“What about you, pretty boy? Want to get one while you’re here?” she asks. I wince and cover my junk with my hands.

“No fucking way. Our girl has enough dicks with bling,” I tell her.

“Your girl? Are you in a poly relationship?” the guy asks.

“No, we have the same girlfriend, but it’s what another of her boyfriends calls reverse harem, though it’s more complicated than that.”

“No judgement here, whatever floats your boat. I just hate sharing,” he says.

“Me too,” Chester growls.

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