Page 17 of His Favorite Color is Blood
“That’s why you’re so pale,” sighed Grim, hugging Andrey gently. “Youneed to use your sunscreen.”
Andrey reached out and petted Grim’s nape, awakening the predatory instincts hidden under Grim’s skin. The touch of those warm fingers made his balls tighten. He’d almost purred.
“No. I want to be tan. I want to feel alive.”
“Yeah, but we don’t want sunburn either. You probably forgot how much that hurts,” said Grim, brushing his lips against Andrey’s ear as his eyes strayed to the stumps, barely visible from where he was. His mind kept going back and forth between being with Andrey and fantasizing about those lovely legs touching him.
Andrey shrugged. “Can’t be that bad. When’s the last time you got sunburnt?”
Grim laughed and kissed Andrey’s cheekbone, inhaling his scent. There was something almost milky about it, so intoxicating Grim barely stopped himself from reaching into Andrey’s lap. “Last summer. I had skin falling off my forearms.”
“When I was a kid and got sunburn, I used to eat the dry flaky skin. Do you think that’s disgusting?” Andrey tore his eyes away from the sun and looked at Grim.
Grim smirked. His attention was now completely focused on Andrey’s eyes and what they were telling him. “No. When I was a kid, I would eat earthworms.”
Andrey laughed loudly, and the relaxed expression gave a whole new dimension to his face. “That’s horrible. Why would you do that?”
Grim sucked in his cheeks and massaged Andrey’s shoulder. It relieved some of the tension that sank its teeth into his muscles from being constantly on the edge of arousal. “This kid living next to me I told you about, Coy. I wanted to make him laugh because he was housebound.”
“That’s pretty sweet. For a murderer. Guess you were predisposed for this already.”
Grim was surprised and turned on by Andrey’s directness at the same time. “I’m not a murderer. Never hurt a soul that didn’t deserve what was coming.”
Andrey nodded and shifted in the chair, giving Grim goose bumps when he saw the stumps move below the knees. “Some people just don’t deserve to live. I wouldn’t usually say that, but I know you understand, right?”
Grim nodded, pressing his nose into the crevice between Andrey’s eye and nose. He’d wear Andrey’s hide on his body if it didn’t mean that Andrey would suffer and die because of it. He’d glove his hands with Andrey’s and experience every fragment of that soft skin from the inside. “Yeah. There are bad people outthere. Some have no remorse. Others ... don’t care. Both are equally guilty and deserve to die.”
Grim was hard already when Andrey cupped his face with those smooth fingers, and their lips met in a gentle kiss. He exhaled and slid his arms around Andrey. The milky scent of his skin penetrated Grim’s nose, and his thoughts immediately wandered lower, to the stumps that could wrap around his waist at any moment, warm from the orange glow that was caressing their skin.
But Andrey pulled away with a flush on his pretty, pale face. “I’m sorry. I’m giving you mixed signals again. I never had anyone back in Russia, and then I was locked up, and you feel so soothing.”
Grim chewed on his lip, breathing hard as his cock strained against his leathers, trapped and unwanted. “I—”
Andrey wheeled back and out of Grim’s embrace. “And it’s gone.”
“What?” asked Grim, confused as he followed Andrey. But the moment he got a glimpse of the stumps, Andrey turned away.
“The sun. It’s gone.” Andrey wheeled toward the coffee table, where he unpacked some of his shopping.
“You can see it again tomorrow.” Grim followed Andrey with a slight sway that made the leather cling to his dick and tease it as he approached the table. Would Andrey see it? Would he take the hint? It wasn’t like letting Grim touch his stumps would hurt Andrey or be invasive. Andrey could even close his eyes if he didn’t want to see Grim jerk off. Though he was sure Andrey would enjoy the view.
“I know, but it’s a shame. So pretty and gone so fast. Maybe we could see the sunrise tomorrow?” Andrey persistently looked through an empty notebook, as his nape slowly got red. He could see Grim’s erection. It was so big for Andrey, so hard without any meds to support it.
Sometimes, Grim’s cock size worked against him, made it hard to be fully erect. But not around Andrey. For Andrey, his cock was ready to drain all the blood from Grim’s brain.
“Sure. We could check when the day starts,” whispered Grim, picking up Andrey’s hand. He lost focus, melting at the sight of the smooth flesh below Andrey’s knees. The bird was too shy for his own good, so maybe heneeded some encouragement.
“Don’t,” Andrey muttered when Grim pulled his hand toward the leather-encased bulge. To make matters worse, he pulled on his shorts with his other hand and hid the stumps from view, as if to spite Grim.
Grim let go of his hand and gritted his teeth. He couldn’t help the frustration building up inside. He hated the constant rejections he kept receiving from the people he really wanted. Like that boy in Detroit, who first went off alone with Grim and then slapped him when all Grim had wanted to do was to kiss his hand where it was missing two fingers. Who on earth would think that an invitation to “look at a bike” in a dark place was actually about the bike?
There were those who lusted after Grim and what he could offer them, but as he fucked them, giving them all the cock they needed, his thoughts always strayed to Andrey’s pretty face and his stumps dragging over the comforter for the camera.
“Fine.”
“You want to shower first?” Andrey turned on the TV, filling the room with the useless chattering of a reality TV star.
Grim rasped and stood in front of the television to force Andrey to look at him. “I’m not gonna rape you.”
