Page 82 of Brainwashed
So I decide to take it a step further. And I slide down my boxers.
Dr. Love’s gaze stays stuck to mine as I kick off my red Calvins, and I want to believe that it’s with some effort. He doesn’tallowhis eyes to fall to my dick. Maybe it’s because he’s straight as fuck and he doesn’t care about dicks. Ormaybeit’s because he doesn’t want me to know that he’d like to look at it.
Either way, we’re still standing close enough that my dick is almost touching him. If I move an inch, it’ll be right on his. The thought makes me quiver, and I pinch my lower lip between my fingers. It catches his attention.
“Was it a test?” I ask him, and his brow arches. “You giving me the keys. Did you want to see if I would try to escape?”
He narrows his gaze, a bored expression on his face having replaced the zeal from only moments ago. “It was anexperiment, Felix. Nothing more. That’s why I’m here, remember? To study you.”
It seems as if he’s speaking words in between his words. Like he wants me to hear what he’s not saying.
I’m not interested in you. So your erection is pointless.
I don’t know why it turns me on even more, but it does.
“Then study me,” I whisper, trailing my own finger from my chest down to my pelvis.
He steps back and turns on the water of the nearest shower. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
My heart falls, but I don’t want to admit it. I’m all tight everywhere from that anti-climatic little show as he turns and wanders away, coming back moments later with his arms full. He tosses a plastic bag down on the floor for me to stand on.
“Take those socks off,” he states, then hands me a bar of soap.
I take it hesitantly, bummed that the intensity from when we first got in here has evaporated. This guy seems very hot and cold.Scratch that.He’s cold as ice, but apparently on rare occasion, he lets out an eruption of fire.
The question is, how can I get more of it?
I do as he says, removing my socks and stepping on the bag. Then I take my glasses off and rinse them beneath the water before leaning my head back beneath the low-pressure waterfall. Dr. Love seems to be in clean-up mode, picking up my bloody clothes and making a pile of them, stacking a towel and some new clothes for me on the nearby stool.
I simply watch him with a longing I just can’t shake, washing myself thoroughly.
“What happened to your shoes?”
I peek at him with a guilty expression on my face. I feel like I’m about to come clean to my father about denting his car by accident.
“I gave them to Dash,” I mumble.
He squints at me. He’s silent for many heavy moments while I finish rinsing myself, wondering if he’s going to be pissed that I helped Dash escape.
Whatever. He’s the one who gave me the keys. The repercussions are his to deal with, too.
“We have much to discuss, Felix.” He steps over to me, just outside the spray of water.
I’m sort of just standing there staring at him. So he turns off the water and picks up the towel. But rather than handing it to me, he opens it and comes closer to me. And he wraps the towel around my shoulders.
I glance up at him, barely breathing.
“You’ve had fun today, haven’t you?” he asks quietly. I nod slowly, unable to look away from his glistening eyes. “I’m glad our experiment was beneficial to you.”
“It was.” I swallow. “Very beneficial.”
His eyes slide down, and his brows shift. “You have bruises on your throat.”
“Oh yea,” I breathe. “O’Malley.” His eyes jump back to mine. “I wasn’t exactlydefendingmyself. I kind of… let him do it.”
I really don’t know why, but I can feel a flush rising into my cheeks. Ignoring it, my eyes fall away from his, down to his throat. And that’s when I notice them…
Scars.
