Page 23 of The Chemist

Would you like some scented candles and perhaps some Michael Bublé music as well? Whatever happened to that tough-as-fuck prick who slept in his car and beat on three guys at once?When was the last time you even got in a fight? You’re going soft.

Was he going soft? Was he getting too comfortable with Matteo’s life of luxury? He was leaving himself vulnerable again. What was going to happen when it all came crashing down, and Matteo eventually asked him to leave? He wasn’t going to be a hot piece of ass forever.

Creeping across the ratty floorboards, Diesel listened against his bedroom door before opening it.

Silence.

Chase and Jared must be asleep in the basement already. Diesel smirked.

Mistake number one: don’t place the troublemaker on a floor alone with easy access to the front door and no supervision. It was like Chase was begging for him to sneak out.

Was it really sneaking out when you were twenty-five?

But he still lived at home with a “dad” and basically roommates. Granted, the house was a fucking castle, but still, it wasn’t his, and he couldn’t claim to be an adult. He could barely manage his own finances.

Closing the front door behind him, he began jogging down the road, searching for the nearest pub or club—any place that served alcohol and contained horny men or women. Actually, preferably, horny men. Men were more likely than women to spend the night buying him drinks, and, let’s face it, he wasn’t rolling in funds. Hopefully, he could find a nice, generous man to buy him a few drinks, then swallow his cock in the men’s room.

It didn’t take him long to find a dingy English pub with low lighting and a crooked sign hanging out front.

It was the perfect dive bar.

Once inside, he glanced around, looking for a potential mark or at least someone cute enough to fuck.

It didn’t take him long.

Sitting at the bar, playing with a pint, was an elderly gentleman wearing a charcoal tweed blazer and a light-gray flat cap. The man was who you might picture having a beer at a local pub after a long day at work.

Adjusting his black hoodie, Diesel walked over to the bar and slid onto the empty stool right next to the smiling Englishman.

“How’s your night going?” Diesel asked, leaning in closer to him.

He watched as the man’s eyes dilated, and it suddenly became hard for the man to swallow.

Wow, looks like my guess was right, Diesel thought to himself, recognizing a man in lust the moment their eyes connected.

“I’ve been working construction all day and thought I’d stop in for a quick beer before I head home for the night. Anything worth drinking?” Over the years, Diesel had mastered the art of smooth-talking and getting what he wanted from men. The key was to find a mark who was quiet and willing to offer you the moon in return for some affection. Tonight was this tweed man’s lucky night!

Looking nervous as hell, the man nodded to the bartender and ordered Diesel a beer.

“So, what does a sexy stud like you do for a living?” Diesel asked, giving the man one of his dangerous smirks and sliding his hand discreetly up the man’s inner thigh.

“Umm…” the flustered man uttered, trying not to draw attention to himself and the fifty shades of red he was turning.

This guy was going to be too easy.

An hour and a half later and four whiskeys and two beers in, Diesel was feeling buzzed. It felt good to be free of his chains and not have his parole officer monitoring his every move.

Judging by the few remaining patrons in the pub, it was probably getting close to last call. Time to get his balls drained.

Placing his hand on the gentleman’s lap, he began rubbing circles on his inner thigh.

The man swallowed hard, looking scared and uneasy.

Was this the man’s first time with a guy?

“So, how about we head into the loo and get better acquainted?” Diesel whispered into his ear, paying no attention to the bartender washing glasses at the far end of the bar.

“Umm. I… I think I better just head home.” The man quickly stood and dropped a handful of cash on the bar.

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