Page 44 of The Chemist

Zero gave a snort.

Needy? Him? Please.

If anything, Diesel was the one who was all needy and attention-seeking. Watching him sleep last night like an attention-starved little puppy. He could almost hear the man whimpering at the door as he tried to sleep. But that fucking heat. Heat always made him horny for some reason.

Lying on his stomach, he couldn’t help but feel his boner pressing into the mattress. Wishing that he was pushing his cock deep inside two luscious mounds…mmm, he could feel his dick starting to thicken at the thought.

It was only after a few seconds of rubbing his cock into the mattress that he heard steady breathing coming from his door. It was then that he realized he had an audience to his very stiff situation. And what better way to get off than putting on a show for the horny perv staying across the hall.Hishorny little perv.

His perv?When did they become such a thing?

He’s more like you than you think, that annoying voice deep inside him said.

Zero hated to admit it, but he could see a lot of similarities between them both. They both used sarcasm and insults to keep people from getting too close. They both struggled with addictions. Zero’s had been painkillers, which, thankfully, only lasted for two years. He’d fallen off his motorcycle one day, breaking his arm and having to suffer through eight months of recovery, during which he became way too fond of the disassociated feeling that painkillers offered.

It was only after he woke up covered in blood—to this day, he still did not know whose blood it was or what had happened to the person—that he decided he needed help.

Part of him worried that he killed someone; another part of him was convinced that it was simply a bar fight. He didn’t think he had it in him to take a man’s life, but when you are out of it, do you really know what you are doing?

Across the bar, Dr. Baasch was having a drink with a young man probably half his age. They were both sitting on the same side of the booth, leaning into one another as they discreetly played with each other’s… parts.

Zero had to give it to the doc—hehe was able to get some pretty hot tail. If he had to judge the doctor in the looksdepartment, he would give the man a solid seven out of ten. He wasn’t ugly or anything, just very plain and ordinary-looking. Perhaps that was why no one else in the bar seemed to notice that the two were quickly rounding second base.

“Geez, at this rate, the dude will be pregnant by morning,” Zero whispered to no one in particular.

“My guess is they fuck in the bathroom.”

“My money is on them boning in the alley.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Diesel said, finally turning and acknowledging that he was not sitting at the table alone.

“And what do I get when I win?” Zero asked, raising his glass to his lips, wondering how far he could take this. He was getting horny watching the two playing “pet the weasel.”

“I’ll let you eat my ass.”

Zero stared at him from behind his glass trying to assess whether the man was joking or being serious. With Diesel, you never could tell.

Placing his glass back down on the table, he asked, “How is eating your ass a reward for me?”

“Have you seen my ass?” Diesel asked with a cocky smirk.

“Given the wicked reputation of my tongue, it still seems like a prize tailored in your favor.”

Diesel took a swig of his beer before locking eyes with Zero. “Fine, what is it you want?”

“You to eatmyass.”

A mischievous smile spread across Diesel’s face.

Was this what the devil looked like when he was making a deal for an evil man’s soul?

“Fine. You got a deal.”

They both reached across the table and shook each other’s hand.

“Here, you might want to put this on.” Diesel reached into his jeans, then pulled out a tube of lip balm. “I like my men nice and smooth.”

Zero rolled his eyes.

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