Page 16 of Spilled Ink

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Mark rubbed his hands down his thighs, so fucking nervous he could hardly stand it. Tuesday night. The Cock's Crow was deserted but for its owner, and at this point, Mark knew Rooster well enough he shouldn't be jittery.

But he was.

The little bell over the door jingled as he went through, announcing his presence.

"If you're here to rob me, I've already taken the deposit." That voice slid down his spine like hot water.

His nipples went hard, and his fucking cock perked right up. "Nope. I'm here to pay you to get some work."

"Yeah?" Rooster's head popped up from the office, those pale eyes dragging down his body. "What do you need, detective? What can I give you?"

Shifting from foot to foot, he laughed a little, running his sweaty palms over his thighs again. "Well, I been thinking about a new tattoo to sort of... commemorate something."

"Yeah?" Rooster smiled, fingers reaching out, stroking over his arms. "It a happy thing or a sad thing?"

"It's a good thing, for sure." His fingers closed over Rooster's when that touch tickled his palm. "Lock the door?"

"Yeah. Yeah, man. Tuesdays are slow..." Rooster headed for the door, turning off the neon lights and locking them in.

"No," he teased. "Really?" The art on the walls still amazed him, still had him wandering round in awe, looking.

Rooster ended up behind him, warm and close, fingers sliding around his waist. "You know what you want? Where you need it?"

"Oh, I thought I'd let you figure out where to place it. But I know what I want." He stroked those long fingers, rocking back a little.

"Tell me; I'll find you a spot." Rooster's lips brushed the back of his neck, tongue sliding a little.

Mark shivered, the hair standing up on the back of his neck. "I was thinking of a rooster."

"Oh..." Those fingers brushed across the small of his back, nails scraping enough to make his toes curl.

"Uh-huh. You know, to celebrate the best thing in my life." Because Rooster was. Hands down.

"I could do that. Something spiky and tribal, right here on your spine." Rooster pushed against him, cock hard and rocking against his ass.

"Uh-huh. Okay." That was a whole world of yes. Please. His hands went back, grasping Rooster's hips.

"I can watch it while I'm fucking you." Rooster pressed closer, teeth threatening the curve where his shoulder met his neck.

Shivering, he nodded, feeling the pull of Rooster's teeth on his skin. "You can. You can touch it, look at it..."

"Uh-huh. My mark."

Mark’s fingers moved over the 'M', inked right into Rooster's wrist.

"So, do we do it tonight, babe?" God knew he wanted to. But if they weren't going to be able to stay off each other...

"Yeah. Yeah, we'll do it." Rooster groaned a little. "You need to get naked for me, huh? I'll draw it right on you."

"You got it." A freehand original. Jesus. That was too fucking sweet. Rooster helped him get naked, undoing his jeans while he pulled off his shirt.

Rooster's braid kept brushing against him -- against his thigh, against his side, against his cock.

His prick felt like it was gonna explode. "Might need to take the edge off, babe."

"I can so handle that, man." Rooster slid down his body, lips open, tongue sliding over his phoenix.

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