Page 68 of The Chemist

Damn it. He was starting to kind of, sort of, maybe like the guy?

He’s not so bad.

Plus, he sucks dick like a champ,the devilish voice inside him added.

Yeah, but do you really want to let another guy in? The more you let in, the more it’s going to hurt when they all leave you,that other voice inside him said.

He did spoon-feed you dinner.

Damn. The voice was right. Zero put aside everything last night to tend to him and his needs, not worrying about watching the doc or finishing the job he was being paid to do.

The man cared about him.

Slowly, Diesel lifted himself out of bed, not wanting to wake the sleeping giant next to him. Once he was safely on the carpet, he tiptoed across the room and headed into the bathroom to take a leak.

Once he was done relieving himself, he looked around for his clothes, then remembered. There was no way he was wearing last night’s clothing.

“Mmrmm, there’s a bag on the table,” Zero mumbled, half asleep. He slid down the bed, making himself more comfortable, and rolled onto his side.

Diesel opened the plastic bag on the table and pulled out a pair of dark-green gym shorts and a T-shirt with a large bass on the front. He smiled. The jerk really did think of everything last night.

“Sorry, that’s all they had. Come back to bed.”

“Get some rest. I’ll be back in a bit,” Diesel whispered, throwing on his shoes and heading toward the door.

“Where are you…” Zero’s voice trailed off. The poor man was exhausted.

Grabbing the room key from on top of the TV, he slipped out of the room without making a sound.

As he walked across the parking lot, he searched for the doc’s car. It was gone. Damn. He must have gotten up early and left. Hopefully, he went back home and not off to do some bad thing that they probably could have stopped had he not been such a fuckhead and eaten the last gas station sandwich sitting in the display case. He figured that if it was the last one, they had to be good. Or perhaps it was the only one because no one ever bought them, so the clerk just never bothered making more. The latter seemed more likely now.

Twenty minutes later, he returned with coffee and some donuts. He was feeling much better this morning, but he still wanted to tread carefully when it came to food.

The room was still dark and quiet when Diesel slid inside, hoping not to wake Zero. The poor man needed rest.

“You don’t have to creep around in the dark like a horny little stalker.”

Diesel grinned.

He pulled back the drapes slightly to let in just a bit of light.

“Where did you go?” Zero asked, lying on his stomach with his head resting on his folded arms.

He was now shirtless and looked fucking delicious spread out on the bed.

Diesel felt his cock stir.

“Went to grab us some coffees and grub.” He placed the donuts down on the table and carried both coffees over to the bed.

Shifting his gorgeous body, Zero flipped over and sat up in the bed. The sheet slid down, revealing just a hint of his underwear band.

Guess he wasn’t naked under there after all.

Diesel passed Zero a coffee and slid onto the bed next to him.

“Thanks,” Zero whispered, lifting the lip of the lid and taking a sip. “Mmm, that’s good.”

A sliver of sun fell over Zero’s bicep as he lifted his arm for another sip.

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