Page 76 of His Favorite Color is Blood
“And no one bothers you? For being gay? We’ve been to Charleston with Grim, and it was … tense.” Misha winced when Lucky pulled on his hair a bit too hard.
Lucky rolled his eyes and gave a quiet laugh. “This isn’t West Virginia, babe. Our guys are much more open about this.”
Misha smiled, wondering how it would be to be a part of a community that kept their own safe. Where he wouldn’t have to fight tooth and nail for every step.Though, to be fair, not all the guys he met here so far wanted to interact with him in any way, so maybe it was just Lucky and Tooth that everyone was fine with. Misha and Grim went beyond the token gay couple everyone could use of an example of “gay friends” when push came to shove during a discussion at the Christmas table. “And if people who aren’t in the club see the back of your vest … they don’t bother you?”
Lucky shrugged as he continued to even out Misha’s hair. “They wouldn’t dare. My Tooth is famous for dealing with people who pick on his family.”
“That’s … nice.” At least as Misha watched the proficiency with which Lucky worked, he wasn’t anxious about the outcome.
Lucky looked at Misha with a smirk tugging at his handsome face. “I bet you’re having a lot of fun with Grim. He’s such an interesting person.”
Misha couldn’t help a silly grin. “That he is. Definitely. I’ve never met anyone like him.”
“I knew something was up when Tooth told me he wouldn’t be interested in me, because I don’t have ... the attributes he likes,” said Lucky casually. “I really wanted to meet him after that, but Tooth wouldn’t let me.”
Misha looked down at his stumps, which were safely tucked into a pair of pinned-up sweatpants. “Oh. This is … common knowledge?”
Lucky shrugged. “No, but Tooth and Grim had this fling once, and that’s how he must have found out.”
“Tooth had a fling with Grim?” Misha reflexively wanted to look over his shoulder, but Lucky forced his head to stay put. “Youwere hitting on Grim? I mean … yeah, I guess he’s handsome,” he uttered, suddenly losing ground from underneath his feet. He knew he was being unreasonable, but the conversation opened a gash in Misha’s newfound confidence about his developing relationship with Grim.
“Just don’t tell them I said that, or I’ll get spanked,” said Lucky with a cocky grin.
“Is that a thing with bikers?” Misha stirred in the chair, even more uncomfortable, desperately missing his wheels. If there was something he might want to run from it was this kind of conversation with a stranger. “They spank their ’property’?”
“No. It’s a private joke I have with Tooth,” said Lucky, and a few short bits of hair tickled Misha’s skin as they fell to his shoulder.
Misha sighed in relief. He needed to understand the biker culture better, but he kept stumbling over stupid shit like this. “Sorry. I-I guess it makes sense if they were both single. So even though you’re so cute, he wouldn’t go for you just because you’re … whole?”
“No idea, but once, there was a guy here, who had his fingers amputated, and Grim definitely had the hots for him.”
Misha took a moment to reevaluate his doubts. They were stupid. He and Grim shared much more than Grim having the hots for stumps and Misha considering Grim ridiculously handsome. Those were all just features a person could have.
“I suppose it’s nice to be liked for what you look like not despite it.”
“Very true. That’s actually quite inspiring,” said Lucky, glancing at Misha in the mirror.
Misha snorted. “I could put that on Facebook.”
“With a picture of Grim’s you-know-what?” asked Lucky, wiggling his eyebrows.
Misha went so silent the next clip of scissors sounded like a guillotine cutting through his neck. This conversation got out of hand all too quickly. “Facebook doesn’t even allow women’s nipples, so … yeah.” He hoped that would end the topic in a fun yet definitive way, but Lucky didn’t seem to get the hint.
“How is it with him? He’s enormous even when soft. Does his dick grow even bigger when he gets hard?” Lucky whispered with a knowing smile ghosting across his mouth.
Misha frowned, unsure if Lucky was unbearably rude, or if this was something gay guys talked about. “That’s … kind of private.”
Lucky switched off the trimmer and started combing Misha’s hair with his fingers. “Come on, I won’t tell. Tooth’s big, but Grim ... I mean ... can you actuallytakeit?”
Misha crossed his arms on his chest, pretending to be assessing his hair as he desperately thought of a comeback. “I top.”
“Yeah right. I saw him going after a guy once. He wasn’t in the mood for bending over. Plus, it would be such a waste to have him bottom with a cock like that.”
Misha groaned, struck by the memory of how resentful Grim was about men always focusing on the size of his cock. Clearly, he hadn’t been exaggerating. “Okay. Whatever. So he’s got a big dick, but he knows how to use it.” At least Misha’s hair really did look nice and even.
“How does it feel? Is it painful?” Lucky petted Misha’s hair, as if he were a cat. “Or are you into that?”
“Why? Is Tooth so small, that you think it’s so differe—Ow!” Misha hissed when Lucky pulled his hair accidentally, yetsoon purpose.
