Page 13 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface
“Fuck, Miguel. Please,” he whines, shuttling his hand up and down my length. It’s taking everything I have not to spill all over him now. “I need your cum. I want you to paint me with it. I want to taste it. I want you to fuck it so deep in me. Give it to me, Miguel. Please.”
I explode in his hand. Painting his stomach with cum, just as he asked. As I set him down on his feet, I spread my cum over his body. Even though we’ll be washing it off in a moment, I like this feeling of marking him as mine, no matter howtemporary. He kisses me, pulling us close together, the cum smearing between both of us.
We take turns washing each other off, and I smile, knowing that I will be smelling like him after this. After toweling off, we throw our clothes in the wash and curl up in his large bed together, him lying on my chest, one leg thrown over me, my dick wrapped around his.
“Are you seriously ready to go again?” he asks, nuzzling in closer.
“I think I’ll always be ready with you.” I kiss the top of his head. Truth is, I’m always hard. Dolphin thing. But it’s not a lie that there’s something about him that’s special.
It's not long until we’re both asleep.
The first thing I realize when I wake up is Mappy is gone. Jumping to the worst possible conclusions, I start to panic, throwingthe blanket off me and looking for clothes. They’re still in the washer.
“Mappy?” I yell. No response. I can’t imagine he’d get up and leave. Unless he was trying to do something sweet like grab food? There was a pie place not too far away, I think. That seems like a Mappy thing to do. I look through his drawers and find some sweatpants I can get on, even if they are a bit snug and hide absolutely nothing.
Walking out to the living room, I try again. “Mappy?”
“Mappy’s not here right now.”Fuck.That voice. I don’t have time to turn around before things go black.
Chapter fifteen
Ghostlight Lake
Mappy
The first thing I realize when I wake up is that Miguel is gone. The second thing I realize is that I’m dressed. The third thing is that I’m in the living room, not in my bed.
“Miguel?” I yell. No response. He wouldn’t leave. Not after that. Not without saying something. Unless… I check my phone. Fuck, I blacked out again. The last time this happened, he almost died. What if… no. Not going there.
Maybe I should’ve been listening more when he was trying to explain what happened. I definitely should’ve followed up insteadof jumping into bed with him. Fuck. Staring at the bookcase, I know what I need to do, even as the headache starts to form.
Ignoring every instinct I have, I walk to the shelves and find the book that looks the worst to me. Sure enough, when I pull it, there’s a click, and the shelf unlocks.
Sliding the door open, I try to steady my breathing. There’s a logical explanation for all of this. It will all make sense. I just need to ignore the pain, which is getting worse by the second, and find Miguel, and everything will be okay.
He grabbed a book from the lab. So that’s where I need to go. Staying as far away from the machine as I physically can, I make my way to the table with a stack of books. One of them is open, and there’s a note with yesterday’s date on it.
Thankfully, this Carter guy leaves ridiculously detailed notes. Seems like a very irresponsible thing for a guy who is planning on committing crimes to do, but it’s working out for me, so who am I to question it?
The more I read, the more concerned I get. When I finish the entry, I slam the book closed, grab it, and run out the door.
Downtown is a madhouse. Carter has disrupted the GPS somehow. I haven’t had a chance to deal with the street signs that are still in my backyard, so it seems like the entire town is looking for me. Would be a very convenient time for the town to start using paper maps. Eli keeps trying to explain to people that it’s not a mechanical problem and bringing their cars to the shop won’t fix anything, but no one is listening to him.
Thankfully, I run into Angelina as I try to avoid the crowds. I shove the book into her hands. She and her family live on the outskirts of town, but their friend, Encephalon, is a straight-up genius when it comes to tech. He setup a top-of-the-line security system for them in a water tower, of all places.
“Can you get this to Encephalon?” She looks at the book, confused. “It explains what’s happening with the GPS, and I assume he’ll be able to undo it?” If anyone can, it’s that little guy.
“Sure, Mappy. Are you okay?”
“I need to get to the river fast.”
She tosses me the key to her e-bike. It’s no car, but with the traffic being jammed up the way it is right now, it’s probably the fastest option.
“Thanks, Lina!” I yell, running to where her bike is parked.
Weaving through traffic and probably making more than a few unsafe choices, I get to the river in no time. Dumping Angelina’s bike, I run up the riverbed. I don’t know what to do from here. I run downriver toward the lake. Maybe the Pez Club has seen something.
I don’t get the chance to ask them because I see a body washed up in the mud. Kneelingbeside him, I shakily place my fingers on his neck and breathe a sigh of relief when I find a pulse. I don’t know how many times I can keep finding Miguel like this. I sit next to him, holding his hand, unsure what else to do until he finally wakes up.
