Page 15 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface
“Um, I’ve never…” He blushes. “There’s never been a reason to be tested.”
“You’re sure about this?” He nods, biting his lip. He rises to his knees, tugging his ridiculously short shorts down, showing off his beautiful cock. We awkwardly move to help him get them all the way off and tug the way-too-tight pants down my legs until there’s nothing between us.
Squeezing a glob of lube onto my fingers, I slowly massage his tight hole. I slide one finger in, then two. He doesn’t seem fazed at all, just continues kissing me and making the noises I’ve decided I can’t live without. When I add the third finger, he makes a guttural moan.
“Miguel, I need your cock, please,” he whines. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I want to make sure you’re ready, baby.”
He looks me straight in the eyes. “I promise I can take it. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop, but I want it. I want you to use me. Mark me. Make me yours.” There is no way I looked half as hot saying that to him yesterday.
I spread some lube on my cock and line it up with his ass. With locked eyes, my cock slides in and out of Mappy, pushing in further each time. When I’m finally all the way in, I pull him into a kiss.
“Fuck, baby, you were right. You take my dick so well.” Wrapping one arm around his waist, I hold him so that I can leverage myself to thrust up into him. After a couple of slow pumps, I pick up the pace. Using my other hand, I grab his cock, stroking it as I continue fucking him. I am going to be feeling this tomorrow, but the look of absolute bliss on his face makes it worth it. “You going to come for me, Mappy?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, headfalling back.
I kiss along his neck, running my teeth along the spot where it meets his shoulder. Mating bites aren’t a dolphin thing, or at least they weren’t in my family, but the thought of Mappy displaying my mark when he struts around town shirtless makes me dig my teeth in a little. Not enough to actually break the skin, but Mappy feels it.
“Fuck, Miguel,” he cries out, cum covering my hand and stomach as I continue to pump him. He drops his forehead against mine as I keep fucking him. “Make me yours,” he whispers so quietly, I’m not sure I heard him right.
I want that. Probably more than he realizes. My little map-bat-man. Because despite knowing the risks, I’m already his. With a couple more thrusts, I come hard, filling him up, cum dribbling down my thighs.
As much as I know we should clean up, no part of me wants to disconnect from him. We can’t stay like this forever, but surely we can stay like this for a little longer.
Chapter seventeen
Carl's Adult Emporium
Mappy
Iknow it’s the right call, but it still hurts when Miguel says goodbye. He seemed surprised that I was so ready to take his cock. I may not have been with other people, but a map has needs, and I’ve found plenty of toys that can fill that hole. Literally. I wonder how Miguel would feel about using some.
My head is pounding, and I can’t risk something happening to him again. I’m not even sure where exactly he is staying, whichhopefully means Carter doesn’t know either.
I pace the house, scared to go to sleep. I don’t know how this whole thing works. We’ve swapped when I was asleep, so I know that’s possible. We’ve also switched during the day, so I guess I don’t need to be asleep. My head hurts so much I can barely think. That can’t be a good sign.
Deciding that being in public is probably safest, I head into town. Eventually, I’ll need to sleep and be alone, but maybe I can put it off long enough that Encephalon can figure something out.
Grabbing a drink at Kyle’s seems like a good idea until I’ve had a few and things start to get blurry. I know I needed to stay out. And that seeing Miguel was bad. But I also know that I really want to see Miguel. More than I’ve ever wanted to see anyone ever. He’s amazing and perfect, and there can’t possibly be any reason to not see him.
Waving goodbye to everyone, I leave the bar and head toward the neighborhood I think Miguel is staying in.
No. No. No. I can’t hurt Miguel.
I’m in the lab. Fuck. I’m holding a pen and was apparently mid-journaling when I switched back if the line scrawled down the page is any indicator. That’s weird. Miguel gave me the impression that Carter was more in control of the swapping.
Reading his notes, it doesn’t look like he would’ve wanted to switch when he did. In fact, he was in the middle of a sentence. A sentence describing horrible things he was planning on doing to Miguel. Seriously, making these notes seems like a really bad idea.
Given the notes, he was still in the planning stages, though. That’s a good sign. Maybe Istopped him?
Miguel left his phone here, so there was no way that Carter could use it to track him. Unfortunately, this means I can’t contact him to make sure he’s okay. We’re supposed to meet downtown. Checking my phone, I realize I’ve barely got enough time to shower before we meet up. I rush through everything, running out the door all the way to the Visitors’ Bureau.
I leap into his arms when I see him, clutching his face and planting kisses wherever I can. He stumbles backwards, but catches me, like I know he will.
“Missed you too, Mappy.” He laughs, but when I stare at him, his cheeks in my hands, so thankful he’s okay, he must sense something happened. “What did he do?”
“Nothing. I don’t think. You’re okay. You are okay, right?”
