Page 36 of Bazooka
“Like… he’s worse?”
“Like… he’s a fucking dream,” I replied, playing with the cushion. “He’s just perfect.”
Wagner frowned. “Perfect? There’s no such thing. Perfect, how?”
Then I told them everything Bazooka did for me. How he saved me, took care of me, fed me, and helped me shower. How he treated my wounds and carried me all over the place.
“He was also with me when I peed,” I added, blushing. “I get goosebumps whenever I think about it.”
“Nooo,” Dotty gasped, wide-eyed. “Is it his fetish or something?”
I chuckled. “No, silly. He was with me in case I fainted or something. He didn’t like watch, watch, but he was there. It felt so intimate.”
After I finished my story, they were still oohing and aahing when I heard the front door open.
“It’s him,” I whispered, panicking. “Act natural. Don’t embarrass me.”
A few moments later, Bazooka entered the room, and four jaws dropped. I couldn’t blame their respective owners, because Baz looked delicious. A snug, white Henley he wore outlinedhis massive chest so indecently, I was about to start drooling. Black cargo pants suited him (and his crotch) better than a glove suited a boxer’s fist. His messy, finger-combed hair had that perfect fuck-me look. Last, but not least, his steely gray eyes, at the moment fixed on my friends, could read into your soul.
“Hey there,” Bazooka said, regarding them coolly.
“Hey,” my friends squeaked in unison.
When a gray gaze shifted to me, I could feel myself blushing. For the love of God.
“How are you feeling?” Baz said, giving me a once-over.
“Fine,” I mumbled, feeling self-conscious and hating it.
His eyes fell on the bed, and he frowned in confusion.
“Is that makeup?” he said, pointing his chin at the stuff scattered all over the bed.
My eyes widened in alarm. “No! God, no!”
Not that there was anything wrong with that, but I didn’t want him to think I was trying to seduce him or something. Which I was.
“Oh, that’s mine,” Dotty said, throwing the backpack over the incriminating thingies. “I bought it, but I have buyer’s remorse. I was just showing it to Luz, right, gu-uys?”
My friends mumbled something incoherent, while I wanted to vanish into thin air.
“Mm-hmm,” Bazooka hummed, looking not-fucking-convinced. “What about this?”
He looked at the TV across from my bed.
“It’s from my apartment,” I explained. “Guys brought it here because I was dying of boredom. When you’re not here, I’m just staring at the wall, Baz.”
“I see.”
It was also a little trick of mine. He wouldn’t throw me out now that I had my TV here, would he? It would be a logistical complication, not to mention rude.
Bazooka opened the bottle of water he’d brought with him and started to drink. The shirt he wore suddenly looked more like a bathing suit than a proper piece of clothing. I could see the powerful muscles in his chest as if he were naked, including his pecs that looked just… enormous. His biceps bulged obscenely as he held the bottle high, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp. A few drops of water slid down his chin and landed on his chest, making my dick perk up, which was soo embarrassing with the room full of people.
Long story short, watching that man drink water was pure porn. I wasn’t the only one entranced, either. Wagner dropped his phone, which ended up under the bed. Alain felt his forehead as if he had a fever, while Dakotah just stood there, agape.
“Close your mouth, Dotty,” I said, swallowing with difficulty.
The object of our affection stopped drinking and lowered the bottle. Grinned.
