Page 137 of Fragments
“Then we’ll do something else. Something more distracting…” He glares at me, and I smirk. “I swear, that’s really not what I mean. But I like where your mind is going.”
He rolls his eyes, staying quiet for a moment before an idea visibly dawns. “I think I want you to give me a tattoo.”
I can feel my face light up in shock. “Are you serious??”
He nods. “Yea. I think that would be a great distraction, don’t you?”
“Well…yea. I just… You never seemed to want one before.”
“I have,” he says. “But I wanted to be sure, ya know?”
I’m radiating instant excitement. Ilovetattooing. Honestly, I love it more than any other random hobby I’ve ever picked up, and I’ve been dying to give Lex some ink since I started doing them. He’s finally ready to let me mark him up, and I’mvibrating.
“Alright, then. You’re the boss,” I murmur. “Get comfy. Do you know where you want it?”
He shifts in place for a second before answering. “I want it on my side… A line of code that runs vertically down my ribcage.” He shows me with his finger, drawing a line from below his armpit to just above his hip. “Remember the code I drew for you that time? The ones and zeros?”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek, becausefuck me,I already know that’s going to looksodamn sexy on him.
Nodding casually, I wander over to get my tattoo supplies, before unearthing the piece of paper, which naturally I saved. “You mean this one?”
His eyes sparkle, and he nods, apparently quite pleased that I still have it, cheeks flushing a little at the notion that I’ve clearly wanted to do this for quite some time.
Hands folded in his lap, sitting on my bed, he looks like the tastiest, most innocent little snack ever. Sosweet… Pure and unsullied in so many ways.
Maybe some people would want to preserve that. But not me. I want to be all manners ofbadwith him, for him…onhim. Shit, I probably sound so toxic, but I want toruineverything about this boy so he’s mine forever.
Beginning with marking up this blank canvas.
Grabbing my things, I sit down next to him on the bed with my tray. “Shirt off, please.”
“Oh. Right.” He lifts his shirt over his head while I try to be subtle about the fact that I’m blatantly drooling.
I’ve been seeing the kid naked foryearsat this point in the showers, and yet I’m still heavily affected any time he removes any article of clothing near me. It’s fucking bonkers. I’ve probably seen hundreds of guys naked; touched them naked, rolled around in all sorts of elaborate positions. Pretty much everything you can do with a naked man, I’ve done.
But sweet virgin boy simply pops that top off and I’msquirming.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Lex mutters.
I shake myself out of my obsessing. “Sorry. I’m just… trying to visualize it.”
Yea, visualize a way to get through this without sucking on those little pink nipples… Jesus.
I remember Kang doing it to him last time he was in here, and my teeth clench.
That should’ve been me. Mine mine mine.
“Okay.” I clear my throat. “There are a few ways we could do this. You can lie down on your side… But honestly, it might be easier if you kind of drape… your body over my lap.”
He swallows visibly, pulling another accusatory glare. “You want me to lay on top of you? Is that how the professionals do it?”
“Well,professionalshave chairs and special furniture.” I cock my head. “This isn’tInk Masters. I have to work with what I’ve got.” I pat my lap and grin, to which he shakes his head, biting back a smile.
“You’re already being creepy,” he huffs. But he’s inching closer.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. This is strictly business.”No, it isn’t.
“Right.”
