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“Just one question, but I want a sincere answer. You considering turning that gun on me?”
“No.” The answer was quick, confident, but not too hasty.
Grim nodded. “Will I get a kiss again?”
Andrey smirked. “Will I get that gun?”
Grim chuckled and grabbed Andrey’s hand over the transmission, his heart trembling. “Yes, you will.”
Andrey squeezed Grim’s hand in return. “There’s something I really want to try, but I’ve never had the chance to. I’ve read about it online so many times.”
Grim’s chest sank as he exhaled, and his hand started sweating as he held on to Andrey.Oh, fuck. Did Andrey want to try dogging or something? Grim wasn’t sure how he felt about strangers watching them fuck at some parking lot in the woods. Or was it something else? Grim didn’t care as long as it involved his dick and Andrey’s stumps.
“Will you take me to McDonald’s? I want to know what the fuss is about.”
It wasn’t the answer Grim was hoping for, but seeing Andrey smile again soothed all the pent-up sexual frustration.
“You never had McDonald’s? They’re like ... everywhere.”
“Not in Vladivostok.”
Grim frowned. “So you’re not from Moscow?” Yet another lie about Andrey.
Andrey shook his head. “Are you gonna take me or not?”
Grim smirked and shifted his weight, leaning his head toward Andrey.
“Sure, why not, I’ll whore myself out for a Big Mac.” Andrey turned to Grim and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You’ll get a better kiss if I get fries too.”
Chapter 7
Grim
Grim was over themoon. They shared a meal, and as Andrey allowed more physical contact by the minute, Grim’s libido was doing flip-flops all over his body. It turned his blood into searing heat and made even the simple act of driving somewhat difficult, but the conversation was flowing, and with Andrey smiling so beautifully, Grim’s attention was split between his face and the forbidden place below Andrey’s knees.
They found somewhere else to shop, and Andrey left the store with a whole bag of necessities Grim gladly paid for. He couldn’t have just anyone looking at the gorgeous stumps, judging and pitying Andrey without the tenderness and care that Grim had for him. Grim knew people’s stares made Andrey feel naked, Coy had told him the same thing more than once.
By the time it started getting dark, Grim was intent on finding them a better place to sleep than a regular motel. Andrey deserved a bit of pampering after what he’d been through, and it had been already established that Grim’s attentions were painting a smile on his face, so they ended up renting a suite in a fancy place.
Andrey wheeled into the room and only then pulled back the hood of his new grey sweatshirt. Grim somewhat regretted that Andrey wouldn’t be wearing his clothes anymore, but the new hoodie fit Andrey better.
Their suite consisted of a bedroom and an adjoining living room furnished with a coffee table, sofa, and other trimmings. It had more than enough space for Andrey to move around in his new wheelchair, so Grim was sure his bird would appreciate thegesture.
“Wow, this place is nice.” Andrey started looking around the elegant brown and beige room, and Grim couldn’t wait to see Andrey’s hair, now pulled into a tight knot, all over the pillows, creating the perfect frame for Andrey’s flushed face. Judging by how well this day went, more than a kiss would be happening tonight.
“Only the best for you,” said Grim, locking the door behind them. He put the bag containing a baseball bat he purchased at the sports store on the table. Andrey looked so good on the new wheelchair. Grim didn’t want to say that out loud, but this particular model seemed really harmonious with Andrey’s overall body shape. Not too chunky, but not too lithe either. Perfect. So fucking perfect Grim could kneel in front of it and suck Andrey off right here and now.
“Oh, my God …” Andrey whispered and slowly rolled toward the floor-length window by the king-sized bed. A blood orange sunset was framed by brown curtains, and the light warmed up Grim’s face as he looked at it.
“What?” Grim walked up to him and slowly sank down on one knee, sliding his arm over the firm shoulders. It felt so right to be close like that. If it weren’t so painful for Andrey, Grim would lock his little bird away from the world so no one would ever hurt him again.
“I haven’t seen a sunset in forever.” Andrey reached up and squeezed Grim’s fingers on his shoulder, never looking away from the window.
Grim exhaled. “What? Weren’t you allowed to go on walks around the compound?”
Andrey shook his head. “Gary only let me go as far as his underground apartment. They probably didn’t want me to see all the shit that went on there. From what I did see … I didn’t want to be anywhere outside, unless it would mean leaving altogether.”
Grim swallowed hard, his mind wandering to the horror he too had seen during the raid. Andrey’s only hope had been playing by his sick “boyfriend’s” rules if he didn’t want to end up like some of the other prisoners. What if Andrey got too old for the taste of his viewers? What if no one wanted him after Gary found a new boy toy? Grim was sick even thinking about the possible outcomes.
