Page 14 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface
“Fuck, Miguel. You scared the crap out of me,” I say, instead of any of the nicer things that I probably should’ve said.
“I’m very hard to drown,” he replies, sitting up and coughing.
“I noticed.” He gives me a puzzled look. “And I’m really happy about it,” I add. “I realize this probably isn’t the time or place, but you look so fucking good in my pants.”
He bursts out laughing, looking down at the skin-tight, drenched sweatpants clinging to his thick thighs and cock. Well, he might not be looking at his cock, but I sure am.
We make our way back to Angelina’s bike, which luckily is big enough for the both of us. Somehow, Miguel is less scarred from the incident than I am—nearly dyingappears to be less traumatic than seeing someone you care about nearly die, or he’s just more emotionally stable than I am—so he rides, and I cling onto him.
Angelina isn’t downtown anymore, so I leave her keys at Kyle’s, assuming she’ll stop by there at some point. She usually does. Downtown already looks significantly less congested than it did when I left.
There’s a pinch at my ankle, making me look down.
“Encephalon, I see you were the right mouse for the job.”
He nods, raising his hands up, which I interpret as uppies. Once he’s at eye level, he looks suspiciously over his shoulder at Miguel. “Who else knows about Carter?” The blood drains from my face, and Miguel takes a step closer.
“I am very acquainted with the map,” he says.
Encephalon nods. “Given the amount of data in the journal you provided, I believe it is safe to assume thereare others?” I nod. “With access to the journals, and ample time, equipment, and funds”—he raises an eyebrow at me—“I believe I may be able to come up with something to keep him in the subconscious.”
My head pounds, feeling like it is going to explode. “Yeah, do it.”
“Any tips for now? I’d really rather avoid Carter, if possible,” Miguel says, rubbing a hand up and down my arm.
“Not without more data,” Encephalon says.
Chapter sixteen
For the Plot Books & More
Miguel
We drop off the mouse at the lab. He rubs his paws together at the sight of all the notebooks. Little guy is going to be mighty busy.
Shutting the bookcase between houses, I approach Mappy on the couch. What am I doing? His other half has tried to kill me twice. If it weren’t for the weird dolphin DNA, there’s no way I would’ve survived the drowning. I’ve never tried to sleep in water, for obvious reasons, but I guess now we know I can.
Mappy is sitting with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands, looking utterly defeated. I sit down next to him, and he flinches.
“I almost killed you. Again. How can you even stand to look at me?”
“You didn’t do anything. That was all Carter. You’d never do that.”
“But you’re not safe with me. Not unless Encephalon can fix me.”
“Mappy, you’re not broken. You don’t need to be fixed.” I try to place my hand on his leg, but he pulls away.
“I almost killed you. Twice. I’m a fucking monster. You tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. I’m selfish and awful, and if there was any good in me at all, I’d make you leave.”
Hooking my finger under his chin, I turn his head to look at me. He keeps his eyes anywhere but on my face, but it’s a start. “You are not a monster, Mappy. Carter is. I read one of his journals. He’s been fucking with you for months, if not years.” His eyes turn to mine when I mention that. “He’sobsessed with you because you’re everything he’s not. You’re kind and sweet and so fucking hot it’s distracting. You are constantly helping everyone in town with a smile, no matter how obnoxious they are. And if I can see that after only a few days, I’m sure Carter knows it, too.” I lean in to give him a kiss. It’s quick, but I can’t stand not kissing him any longer. “I am scared as fuck that Carter is going to come back and finish the job before that little mouse can do whatever it is that needs to be done, but I also know that you’ll do everything you can to fight for me.”
“What if it’s not enough?” A tear falls down his cheek, and I wipe it away with my thumb.
“You’re always enough, Mappy.” I kiss him again, but this time we don’t pull away. It starts out slow, but builds. I reach over and yank him onto my lap, needing him to be closer to me. Always. My cock aches to be free, pressing against the tight fabric of Mappy’s pants.
“I need you, Miguel,” Mappy says.
“Iknow, baby. Lube?” He nods, pointing to a bag under the end table I hadn’t noticed before. Leaning over, I grab the brand-new bottle. There’s nothing else in the bag. “Condom?” He shakes his head. “I’ve been tested recently, you?”
