Page 51 of Bazooka
“Sometimes. When you behave.”
After we came home and got ready for bed, I joined Luz in the bedroom. I lay down beside him and, almost immediately, he wrapped himself around me as if I were a pillow. After I raised my arm so he could rest his head in the crook of my shoulder, he finally stilled.
“Are you comfortable, sweetheart?” I said, using the endearment on purpose because he looked fucking broken, and I wasn’t having that.
“I feel on top of the world, Baz. On top of the fucking world.”
I kissed his damp forehead, mostly to check if he had a fever because he was flushed in the face.
He raised his head and looked at me. His aquamarine eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, his expression thoughtful. In the faint light of the moon, he looked almost ethereally beautiful despite the bruises.
“Thank you for today,” he said softly. “I had a great time.”
I made a face. “No, don’t say that. It was a mistake.Mymistake. I shouldn’t have taken you there. I’m sorry.”
Luz shook his head and smiled. It was a sad little smile that made my heart hurt even as I smiled back. Our eyes locked, and for a few endless moments, we were just looking at each other in silence. When he leaned in, his intention unmistakable, I swiftly turned my head to the side before his mouth could find mine. Instead, his lips landed on my cheek.
“No, Luz,” I said with a sigh.
“I’m s-sorry,” he stammered, gulping. “I think I’d had too much to drink.”
I pulled him into my arms because he was trembling.
“Shh. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
He buried his face in my neck. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
He glued his body to mine as I hugged him tight, maybe too tight. And he felt good. He was tall and toned, but immeasurably thinner than I was. Limby. Like a vine wrapping itself around me, he was everywhere. I could feel his erection throbbing against my leg, but I pretended not to notice it. I mostly concentrated on this hugging thing, which wasn’t so bad, after all. In fact, it felt nice, like something I could get used to.
“Do you know how I feel right now?” Luz mumbled into my neck. “Like a battery recharging.”
I chuckled. “That’s a strange comparison.”
“I can feel you everywhere, Baz,” he mused. “Top to bottom. All over my body. And I want to feel you everywhere, always. On me, under me, inside me. How would it feel to feel you inside me? Would I feel full? How full would I feel?”
He was talking gibberish, and it made me smile. Maybe he really had one drink too many.
“Very full?” I offered, biting my lip so I wouldn’t laugh.
He raised his head and looked at me.
“Did you just make a dick joke?”
“Go to sleep, pest,” I said, pushing his head on my chest and closing my eyes. “It’s been a long fucking day, and I’m officially done with it.”
Chapter 8
Luz. Unleashed.
Luz
“Morning,” I said, approaching the sofa inthe roomwhere Bazooka spent the night.
He raised his head, looking groggy and half-asleep.
“Morning.”
