Page 109 of Bazooka
“Get dressed, brat,” I growled, throwing him on the bed. “I’m taking you out.”
He clamped a hand over his mouth, wide-eyed. “We’re going on a date?”
“No,” I snorted. “Get over yourself. I just need some fresh air.”
And some place that didn’t have a bed, so I could stop imagining myself fucking him there.
“OurfirstdateI’msoexcited!” he squealed, jumping to his feet and opening the closet. “Shit! I have nothing to wear.”
I considered ripping that jock-thing off him when his aquamarine eyes found mine.
“I look good in blue, right?”
His smile was disarming, so I walked up to him and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead.
“You look good in everything, Luz,” I said and kissed him.
I kissed those perpetually pouty lips because I couldn’t help myself. Because I couldn’t stop. Because he was sweet and he smelled sweet. Like pancakes. Like all the sugar in the world. Like a temptation of the highest order. I barely put my mouth on his when our dicks swelled, bumping into each other. It was as if they had the same freaking mind or something. It was a fucking conspiracy. In a moment of weakness, I rubbed my erection against his and almost lost my mind. When his tongue licked at mine, I forced myself to pull away. Maybe he turned me into a sex addict, but I wasn’t done fighting it. Not yet.
The first step in the right direction was leaving my apartment, so I dressed in a hurry. I ate the rest of the pancakes while waiting for Luz, still eyeing that butter. The temptation was still there, and the fire still burned inside me. My dick was still hard. Luz needed more time because he couldn’t decide what to wear until I threatened to leave without him. When he came out of the bedroom dressed in ripped jeans and a lilac shirt, my jaw dropped.
“You’re cute as fuck,” I said before my brain could stop me.
His lips split into a shit-eating grin.
“Yeah?”
“Maybe,” I corrected myself, opening the front door for him. “Let’s go, Lucius.”
“Thank you, Levi,” he said, giving me a pointed look.
So what?I defended myself internally.Why wouldn’t I open a door for a dude?Nothing wrong with that, but the fact was, I started to see him differently after sex happened. Even beforethat, he somehow wormed his way into my heart because I started to care about him. His hair wasn’t just dirty blonde anymore, but golden and blinding like the sun. His aquamarine eyes, a mish-mash of green and blue, weren’t just pretty, but mesmerizing. His lanky body made my mouth water because I couldn’t stop imagining those long limbs wrapped around me. His ass in those tight jeans… my God! I would never look at his ass again without imagining my dick inside it. There was something proprietary in the way I felt about him, and since I wasn’t a fan of owning things (or people), it confused the shit out of me. So, no wonder I almost crossed the street at a red traffic light before Luz stopped me.
“Whoa,” he said, chuckling. “You got lost in thought there, huh, Baz?”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me teasingly while I almost blanked out because of the way he smiled at me. I had seen his smile countless times before, but now it made me feel as if the entire world was made of kindness. His smile was the world I didn’t live in, but wanted to, and it caused a strange pang in my heart.
For a while, we strolled the rain-washed streets in comfortable silence. It took me a few blocks to realize we had done it hand-in-hand. I almost didn’t notice it, because his hand in mine felt like a puzzle piece that had found its match. I knew I should pull my hand away, but I kept telling myself.One moment longer. Then you’ll do it.
“Cherries!” Luz suddenly exclaimed and almost gave me a heart attack. “Baz, if you buy me cherries, I will let you ride my ass all night long.”
He pulled me after him while I looked around to check if anyone had heard him.
“Can you be more mindful of the things you say?” I muttered as he led me toward the stall with fruit.
“I can if I put my mind to it,” he said with a shrug. “But mostly I don’t want to.”
Shocker.
“Awesome cherries, dude,” he said to the seller. “Give me the dark ones in the corner. My boyfriend’s paying. He’s a cop, though, so how about a discount for Smitsville’s bravest and handsomest? Also, they have, like, the worst salary.”
I shook my head, thinking that perhaps we should have stayed at home and risked breaking the bed. That way, only I would hear the gibberish coming from his mouth. It was too late for that, so I took the bag from his hand and let him lead me to the next nightmare station called the fun park. It didn’t sit well with me for two reasons. First, I was a serious guy who didn’t have the word fun in his vocabulary. I worked hard and played hard, so having fun wasn’t something I was accustomed to. Second, Luz’s hand was in mine again, because I was apparently whipped, so… another red flag.
After we entered the fun park, Luz stopped abruptly because, “I need a smooch.” He pressed his lips to mine, making me forget where I was and what I was doing. A long-lasting blank ensued during which we kept kissing way too indecently. Why? Because I could vaguely remember cupping his crotch when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Mister Bazooka?”
Luz choked with laughter.
