Page 138 of Fragments
He’s correct to be questioning me. My intentions are entirely lascivious right now. If anything, him lying on me will belessconvenient. But this is the level I’m at…
Shamelessly talking him into crawling on top of me… for the logistics.
Lex doesn’t argue any further, though. He just shifts onto his hands and knees, then lies down on his side, over my lap. He’s facing me so I have access to his left ribcage, knees bent as he nestles up, getting comfortable with his head resting on my pillow.
I peek down at him, my eyes meeting that effervescent green gaze, like the ocean in Miami Beach. I’m so fucking warm already just from feeling his body weight on me. I might combust by the time this is over, so I’d better make it quick. It’s bad enough he’s resting right on top of my dick.
Just control yourself… I know you get hard when helooksat you, but now’s really not the time.
“Arm up.” I take his wrist and lift it above his head.
He repositions to get more comfortable, leaving him cuddling around my seated body, his hips curved and our stomachs together.
Opening up an alcohol pad, I swipe it along his skin to clean the area.
He flinches. “Cold…”
“Sorry.” I shift. “So,ribcage tattoos can be a little painful. Not the worst spot, but let me know if you want me to stop for a second. Also, I know it sounds crazy, but you have to try not to breathe…”
His brows jump. “You want me to not breathe??” I have to chuckle at how offended he is by this request. “You do know breathing keeps us alive, right?”
Grinning, I run my fingers up his back. “Sweet boy, I just mean try not to breatheheavilywhile the needle is down.”
“Whatever you say,” he sighs. “And stop calling me that. Don’t be weird.”
I purse my lips, feigning remorse. “So sorry, precious.”
“Ugh.” He rolls his eyes.
I have no stenciling tools available, so I just prop the scrap piece of notebook paper with the code on it next to my stuff, prepping some Aquaphor and the portable gun with black ink. Taking a deep breath, I try to prepare myself mentally for this, all the while lusting after the feel of him on my lap, and the way he looks stretched out before me… Pale skin waiting to become my artwork.
“Ready?” I ask.
He nods, but doesn’t speak words, and I think he’s nervous. My dick likes it. A lot.
Dipping the needle into the ink, I press it up to his skin, switching on the gun for my first touch. The buzz has him tensing, but he doesn’t flinch when I go in.
Hedoes, however, release a tiny hum of a noise that has me chewing aggressively on my bottom lip already.
The tattoo is easy. It’s just a line of numbers, but I’m taking my time with it, savoring every second I get to have him splayed out,trusting me. He’s literally in my hands, and I’m so obsessed, I’m purposely going as slow as possible just to make this experience last.
Watching his face in between carving ink into his skin, I admire the calm in his features. He’s not cringing or whining about the pain. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he likes it… The soothing ache that pulls focus from everything else.
Tattoos are magic in that way.
A few minutes in, I ask, “Doing okay?”
Lex nods, waiting until I pull the needle back to respond.Such an obedient boy.“Yea… it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.”
I wipe some excess ink away with a cloth. “You like it?”
“Am I weird if I say yes?” He licks his lip.
I’m deceased.
“No,” I rumble, as casually as I can pull off right now. “Lots of people like the feeling of getting tattooed. In some weird way, the pain is relaxing.”
He blinks at me. And this time when I start back up again, I feel his fingers brushing my side… moving around to my lower back.
