Page 32 of Law Maker

Snake followed down a corridor and he opened a door and pushed the guy inside.

He staggered and stopped himself from falling by putting a hand to the wall. “What the fuck, Law!”

“So, you spied on me, did you?”

“Why didn’t you say that’s what you’re into?”

“We’re not discussing me,” Lawless rasped. “It’s not a secret who I am.”

“You were hurting him.”

Poor Snake, so fuckinghidden.

Lawless wasn’t an intentionally cruel guy.

Until he was.

But he didn’t feel the need to fuck around with Snake’s confusion for what he saw or what he was feeling.

The guy was hyped.

Didn’t he realize that?

Lawless didn’t have a decent bone in his bone.

Nor a stop or chill button.

He liked what he liked and never apologized for it to anyone.

He wasn’t a buttoned up closet case. Afraid of beinghimself.

Fuck the bigoted world. Lawless was who he was without apology.

Everything about the situation was right and also wrong.

The air saturated in a stench he couldn’t help but react to.

Too thick to breathe.

It felt like he’d swallowed an anvil.

Much too authentic for a normal guy to comprehend the clues he was picking up on.

But then, he wasn’t normal, was he?

Lawless cocked his head, assessing.

He did it automatically, it wasn’t a conscious thing.

Maybe it was.

He was always a conundrum, or so he was told.

“He was also getting off on it, if you spied closely.”

His friend’s chest moved in small judders.

Snake asking him without words for a fuck.

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