Page 115 of The Chemist

Zero slapped his left ass cheek and watched as a bright-pink paw print slowly appeared on its surface. God. He still couldn’t believe that this gorgeous ass, this sexy-as-sin man, was all his.

“Seriously, dude. If you don’t shove your dick inside me, I’m going to go find one of the other guests to fuck me,” Diesel growled, turning his head slightly, promising him an empty threat.

They both knew that Diesel’s ass belonged to him. There was no other man or woman who got to touch any surface of Diesel’s body. Just Zero. The same rules applied to him. Ever since they declared their undying love for each other—okay, it wasn’t so Hallmark-y—more like Diesel strolled into their bedroom naked one night, grabbed Zero’s junk in his hand, and declared, “This right here belongs to me. If anyone touches it, they die.” Zero had never felt so loved.

“Like, fuck that’s ever going to happen,” Zero snarled, jamming his cock deep inside Diesel’s tight hole and grabbing him around his body so that he couldn’t run away.

Diesel gasped as his ass was suddenly invaded.

It only took a moment for Diesel’s body to relax and for him to begin moving his ass back along Zero’s length. Moaning, he began working his hips back and forth, taking in all of Zero’s cock nice and deep.

“Fuck, I love that cock,” Diesel whispered as he adjusted his grip on the shelving unit before him.

They were standing in a storage hut, another one of Diesel’s fantastic ideas. He did that a lot. Grab Zero by the hand and pull him into whatever available room or closet or bush he felt provided just enough privacy for them to get their fuck on.

Today’s adventure? Levi and Isaac’s destination wedding!

Yes, how many guys can say they fucked the best man in the storage closet during his boyfriend’s brother’s wedding?

Just beyond the door sat fifty of their closest friends and family, totally oblivious to the dicking down that was going on a short walk away.

Zero smirked. He loved how desperate his guy was for him and his dick. That, right there, was true love.

“Open that tight little ass for me,” Zero whispered into Diesel’s ear as he shoved his cock into Diesel’s hole without mercy.

“It’s all yours, stud. Fuck me so hard that I limp down the aisle.”

“That will give your dads something to talk about,” Zero grunted, tightening his grip around Diesel’s hips and beginning his assault on Diesel’s hole.

He loved it. Knowing that Diesel could take a beating and still want more was such a turn-on. Diesel was tough and mean and always open to trying new things. He wasn’t afraid of getting hurt and didn’t care what others thought of him. He was who he was, so the rest of the world could go fuck themselves.

God, he loved this man.

“Oh yeah, right there,” Diesel groaned, reaching between his legs and gripping his cock. He began jerking his cock furiously. “More. Harder. Oh fuck! I’m so fucking close?—”

Zero caught a glimpse of Bruno in a reflection of a tiny mirror that lay perched up against the wall. The fucking demon on Diesel’s chest was staring at him. Peeking out from under Diesel’s partially opened shirt—most likely judging him for giving his master pleasure. For replacing him as his protector and for loving his master just the way he had for all these long, lonely years.

He and Bruno had come to an understanding. So long as Zero worshiped and cherished Diesel’s heart, Bruno would allow him access to Diesel’s body, heart, and soul. Zero gladly accepted thearrangement. There was nothing more important to him in the world than Diesel and his heart.

“Can you guys hurry up and finish, Levi is throwing a hissy fit. He wants to get this show on the road so that he and Chase can consummate their marriage.”

Diesel froze against Zero’s body.

It was Gunnar. Or Anders. One of the twins. They sounded too much alike to ever be able to tell which one was which, especially through the privacy of a door. Well, somewhat private. Do you really have privacy when people on the other side of the door know that you’re porking your boyfriend?

“Tell him to hold his horses. I’m getting my prostate massaged by my boyfriend’s dick.”

Diesel could be so crude at times.

Without missing a beat, Diesel resumed fucking himself on Zero’s cock.

Gunnar/Anders chuckled as he walked away from the door.

“D, we need to… Oh,fuck, I’m gonna…” A second later, he was unloading into his condom, and Diesel was painting the shelving unit with his own cum.

Pulling off of Zero’s dick, Diesel let out a satisfied sigh as he turned to smile at him.

“Man, that feels better.” He pulled up his underwear and dress pants that had pooled around his ankles and began tucking in his shirt like he didn’t just have his ass rammed and plowed. “Better get out there before Levi has a diva-sized meltdown.”

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