Page 30 of The Chemist

“Sure thing, boss.” Fifty-nine more minutes. This was going to be painful.

Giving Diesel a gentle, reassuring smile, she opened her notebook. “Now, how about we start with a little bit about you? Feel free to tell me as much or a little as makes you comfortable.”

Argh. This was so stupid.

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve probably read in my file, I’m twenty-five, six feet, bi, and like long walks alone through dark parks and meeting random strangers in dark alleys. Oh, and I have a tattoo named Bruno.”

Listening attentively, the woman made a few notes in her notebook, then tapped her pen against her lips. “And Bruno, how long have you had him living on your body?”

Okay, Diesel could see why so many of the guys at the mansion loved her. Still, these sessions were bullshit and a complete waste of his time.

Diesel spent the next fifty-five minutes talking about all his favorite bands and T-shirts. He even went over all his tattoos and why each one hurt differently. Overall, he thought the session went well.

“Well, that’s all the time we have set for today. I’ll see you again tomorrow at the same time.”

“I look forward to it,” Diesel said with a fake-ass grin.

Leaving the doctor’s office, he decided to walk the forty minutes back to the house. It would give him time to clear his head and figure out what he was going to do with his cock-sucking demon problem.

When he arrived home, the place appeared to be empty. Diesel went into the kitchen to grab himself a drink.

“I didn’t think anyone was home.”

Diesel spun around, startled, nearly dropping his bottle of water.

Standing in the entrance to the kitchen, towel wrapped snugly around his waist, was Zero.

Water slid down the man’s bare chest, catching briefly on the ridges that made up his six-pack.

Jesus, did this dude live at the gym?

Realizing that he was staring at the man’s obliques, Diesel cleared his throat and then turned back to close the fridge door.

“Umm, no. I just got back from my… thing.” He hesitated before deciding that Zero didn’t need to know all of his secrets. He already knew the taste of his cum; that was probably enough. “Where are the other guys?”

Not seeming to care that he was in a towel, Zero crossed the kitchen to where Diesel was standing, firmly planted against the kitchen counter.

“They went out to grab some groceries and pick up some surveillance equipment. I think Chase wants to try some new techniques.”

Stopping in front of Diesel, the man placed his hands on both sides of the counter, effectively trapping Diesel in place. The asshole smirked, leaning in closer so that he was just inches from his face.

“You left me with blue balls last night.”

The smell of fresh soap and toothpaste filled the empty space between them. Diesel was finding it hard to focus, especially when the muscles in Zero’s arms kept flexing around him.

Normally, he wasn’t this flustered. Guys were his plaything. He used them to get what he wanted, then moved on with his life. So why was he finding it so hard to focus when he was around Zero?

“That wasn’t a kind thing to do.”

He wasn’t a kind boy.

Focus finally returned to its master.

“That sounds like ayouproblem, doesn’t it? My balls were happy and empty,” Diesel responded, using his hand to push away his captor and walk around him. “You should probably be more selective about which random dude you decide to suck off in the back of a dingy bar. Some of us are only interested in taking care of number one.”

Behind him, he heard Zero chuckle.

“You owe me a blow job,” he called as Diesel left the kitchen and headed up to his room.

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