Page 58 of The Chemist

Quite frankly, he didn’t care whether Bruno placed a curse on his father or not. Have at it!

But him?He didn’t deserve or have time to be cursed.

Where on earth was he ever going to find a man to give him “true love’s” kiss?

The curse would never be broken, and he would be stuck in hell, being punished, all because he asked to see Diesel’s gremlin tattoo.

“It’s nice to meet your little goblin monster,” Zero noted with a touch of sarcasm dripping from his voice.

He lifted his glass of whiskey and downed the rest in a single gulp. Staring at Diesel without a shirt on and knowing what the man was packing below his joggers was starting to get to his head.

Under his jeans, Zero’s dick began to stir.

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ZERO

The night was getting late, and the fire was beginning to burn out. Zero had lost count of how many beers he had but was feeling pretty fucking awesome when he thought about it.

“I’ll throw some more wood on the fire,” Zero said, forcing himself out of the lawn chair and grabbing a few logs from the pile of wood they had set out earlier. He tossed three on and watched as the fire shot back to life.

“Woah!” everyone gasped, startled by the sudden explosive heat given off by the fire.

“I think it’s time we went back to my hotel,” Isaac said to Jared, nestling his nose up under his chin.

Jared smiled, no doubt imagining the dirty things they were about to get up to. “Yeah, it’s way past your bedtime.”

The guys laughed.

“I’m amazed you guys were able to hold off fucking as long as you did.” Levi chuckled, leaning back into Chase’s bare chest.

Zero had no idea how the chair was able to support both their weights. It wasn’t so much Levi’s weight. The damn guy weighed less than a sack of potatoes soaking wet—okay, fine. That wasan exaggeration. But still, the slender twink weighed just about nothing. It was more Chase’s solid frame plus the weight of the small sack of potatoes sitting in a lawn chair that should have been retired a decade ago. Still, the stubborn chair held its shape.

“I’m good at playing hide the sausage while in public,” Isaac bragged as he pulled up his shorts which were riding low around his butt. Then the group watched as Jared adjusted the opening of his shorts.

The stealthy little bastard!

“Damn, you guys are masters!” Chase uttered, thoroughly impressed that his buddies were able to fuck without anybody being the wiser.

“I knew they were fucking,” Diesel said, raising his beer and giving the campfire a cocky grin.

“No, you didn’t,” Zero added, deciding to call Diesel out on his bullshit.

“Jared shot his load right when Levi was going on about how he ripped a hole in his favorite shirt. Jare’s left leg spasmed, and his thighs began to flex.”

All eyes turned to Jared, who was sitting there with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

“Yup. The guy knows his orgasms,” Jared confirmed, standing up next to Isaac and downing the last of his beer. “Shall we call a cab?”

Isaac nodded. He decided to book them into a hotel for the weekend when he heard that Jared and Chase were sharing a basement. He needed to get his brains fucked out, as Isaac so eloquently put it. None of the guys argued.

That left Levi and Chase the basement. Zero hoped that sound didn’t travel quite as well through multiple layers of flooring.

“We’re going to head in as well,” Chase announced, lifting Levi up and throwing him over his shoulder. Levi squealed.

The two looked so happy and in love. Love really looked good on some people. Sadly, he was not one of them.

Zero watched as the backyard emptied, leaving just him, Diesel, and a raging fire.

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