Page 6 of The Chemist

DIESEL

“What the holy hell?” Diesel mumbled as he stepped out onto the deck of the pool. His eyes were assaulted by a stream of red and white as far as the eye could see.

He was used to Matteo and the guys throwing some pretty out-there parties, and usually, they involved leather or lace or glitter.

Glitter.

Diesel shivered.

Whoever invented Satan’sfairy dustshould have been shot, quartered, and forced to listen to hours of boy bands singing on a loop—the same three songs, over and over and over.

Another shudder.

“Happy Canada Day!” a cheery Chase shouted, slapping Diesel on the back as he walked past him carrying a tray filled with what looked like fries drowning in gravy and cheese curds.

Confused by what he was seeing, Diesel watched Chase’s chunky man-ass jiggle as he walked in the tightest f’ing Speedo Diesel had ever laid his eyes on. No doubt that thoughtful gift came from a certain love-struck fiancé of his.

Keeping in line with the party’s theme, “O Canada,” Chase strutted his stuff, wearing a red-and-white bathing suit with a large Canadian flag plastered across his ass.

Chase was not a dancer atLa Maison de M, nor did he work at the exclusive gentlemen’s club. Chase had come toLa Maisonlast summer, undercover, to look into a mysterious journal that contained names of powerful and wealthy men who, according to the journal, had committed unspeakable crimes. Unfortunately for Chase, he never intended to meet and fall in love with Levi, one of the dancers working atLa Maison.Ever since that fateful day, Chase has been chained to the boy by an invisible tether to his heart. He’s still investigating and hunting down the monsters listed in that journal, but he now resides permanently in Levi’s bedroom.

“Scary, isn’t it?” Jared asked, stepping up next to Diesel.

The two watched as Mr. Canada placed his tray of heart disease down on the large buffet that had been set up in today’s honor.

“What? Watching that material stretch to its limits across the guy’s meaty man-ass? Or watching how a man who used to have balls is now strutting around the pool, playing Martha Stewart?” Diesel asked, still trying to understand what it was that he was witnessing.

Jared chuckled.

“Let our boy have his day. I think he’s feeling a little homesick.”

“You bitches better not be talking smack about my man-beast,” Levi noted, stepping up next to Jared. He, too, was wearing a matching red-and-white Speedo, but instead of a flag plastered across his ass, he had several little maple leaves peppering his tight little twinky ass.

Jared wrapped an arm around Levi’s shoulders.

“No, we were saying how scary it is seeing Chase so… happy. What happened to the growly ex-cop who beat the shit out of an old man just because he wouldn’t answer his questions?” Jared asked, eyes still glued on the cheery Canadian rearranging the assortment of food being laid out.

“First off, that ‘old man’ kidnapped me and held me and others captive in his creepy old-man stalker cells for days. Secondly, that happy look is what happens when you get your balls drained three times a day,” Levi said, stepping out from under Jared’s arm and swaying his hips as he made his way toward his sexy man-beast. “You and Isaac should try it sometime.”

Diesel couldn’t help but chuckle. “The dude’s got a point.”

Next to him, Jared snarled. “That blue-haired sex demon of mine gets his daily dose of dick often enough. Any more, and I’m going to have to get the boy crutches.”

Diesel couldn’t contain himself. He let out an uncontrollable laugh that sent pains through his side.

That, right there, was why Jared and he were best friends. They both had a fucked-up sense of humor.

Adjusting the skintight swim trunks he was wearing—no doubt a purchase made by his fiancé Isaac—Jared gave Diesel a weird look. “What? Do you think it’s easy taking this cruise missile on the regular?”

Still laughing, Diesel shook his head. “Coming from someone who’s actually had a cock shoved up his ass, no, I’d say that you have to be crazy to want to have that thing inside you more than once.”

“Damn straight,” Jared responded with a cocky grin plastered to his face. “Now, where is my little pain-in-the-ass sidekick? Time to see if he’s ready to take his vitamin D.”

“Have fun.” Diesel nodded as Jared went off in search of his mate.

Deciding it was time to check out this foreign holiday that had suddenly manifested itself within the majestic confines of Paris’s welcoming lands, Diesel made his way toward the cheery Canadian.

Several of theMaison’sguests were crowded around the tables set up, some in barely there swimsuits, others just wrapped in a towel. All seemed to be having a good time.

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