Page 44 of Psycho
August nodded. “Several.”
“Really?” Lucas couldn’t help the surprise in his voice.
“Noah thought it would help.”
“Did it?” Lucas asked, tilting his head.
“Yeah, but none of them seem to agree on anything.”
Lucas quickly went back to looking under his sink so August didn’t see the smile that split his face at his disgruntled tone. August had read books on relationships for him. Several. Several? They’d known each other for so little time. When had he found time to read a bunch of books on relationships? Is that why he wrote silly sayings on Lucas’s cups?
He gave a triumphant shout when he found the first aid kit buried in the back. He set it on the back of the toilet, opening it and pulling a small bottle free, snapping the seal. He held a wash rag just under the wound as he poured sterile water over it. “This is really deep.”
August stared at the cut in disgust. “Scalpels are meant to do that.”
“A scalpel? You let that bitch cut you with a scalpel?” August smirked at Lucas’s indignant tone, but he wasn’t sure what August found funny about some psycho killer almost slitting his throat. “She could have killed you.”
August leaned close, his nose pushing up Lucas’s t-shirt to kiss his belly. “It was just her last ditch effort to save her life,” he said, his hand sliding up Lucas’s jean-clad thigh. “She didn’t stand a chance.”
Lucas knew the feeling. He sucked in a breath at the feel of August’s lips grazing his hip bone and the way his fingers squeezed his inner thigh. “You probably need stitches.”
“What I need is you,” August countered, hand sliding upward, his thumb tracing the ridge of Lucas’s obvious erection. “Seems like you need me, too.”
Lucas pressed against August’s palm, groaning at the pleasure that bloomed at the sudden pressure. “I need to close this.”
“You close that. I’m going to open these,” August said, his hands deftly working Lucas’s button and zipper open, pushing his jeans out of the way so he could run his mouth along the bulge in Lucas’s underwear.
Lucas’s head fell back, eyes rolling as August’s lips teased at his cock. “I can’t focus when you do that.”
“I’ll be fine,” August promised, mouthing a wet spot over the head of Lucas’s cock.
Lucas needed to get the wound closed. It could get infected. He threaded his fingers through August’s hair, yanking hard enough to make him snarl. “You are going to let me finish closing this up,” he said, making his voice as stern as he could with a raging hard-on. “And when I’m done,thenyou can fuck me. Got it?”
August’s pupils blew wide as he gazed up at Lucas. “Got it,” he said, voice raw.
Lucas smacked a kiss on August’s lips. “Good.”
He sat on the edge of the tub, using the steri-strips he found to pinch the wound closed and tape it shut. It took the entire pack. Once finished, he bandaged it up before standing. “There. All bett—”
The rest of his sentence disappeared as August tugged him between his thighs, dragged his underwear out of the way and swallowed him down.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Lucas managed, hands tangling in August’s hair as his knees threatened to buckle. “Not here.”
August pulled off, his fist replacing his mouth, working him slowly. “Did you mean it? Can I fuck you?” He bit down on Lucas’s hip. “You can fuck me if you want. I like it both ways.”
Lucas was having trouble focusing. He liked it both ways, too, but he wanted August inside him. “Bedroom, now.”
August was way too keyed up. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the night’s events, or maybe it was just the thought of burying himself in the tight heat of Lucas’s body. Either way, his blood quickened each time Lucas looked back over his shoulder at him. August wanted to throw him down on the bed and lick every inch of him, taste every inch of him, hold him down and fuck him while he made those sexy fucking noises he’d made when he sucked him off the night before.
When they got to Lucas’s bedroom, he couldn’t stop himself from shoving him up against the door, gripping his face so he could plunder his mouth, biting at his lips, his jaw. “I’ve thought about this all day. I could barely concentrate on my work tonight knowing you were here waiting for me.”
Lucas moaned, squeezing August’s ass, dragging him closer until their hips were flush together. Lucas’s head thudded against the door, and he bared his throat in an unconsciously submissive gesture that made August’s cock throb.
Lucas trusted him and would let him do anything to him. Literally anything. The thought made August feral, made him want to drag Lucas’s clothes out of the way and fuck him against the door until he cried and begged. What did Lucas look like when he was totally helpless? What things could August do to him? Lucas ground himself against August, almost like he could hear his dirty thoughts.
“We can skip the foreplay if you want,” Lucas panted against August’s lips, shoving his hand down the front of his open jeans, palming his erection. “You can do whatever you want to me. I’ve been thinking about this all day, too.”
You can do whatever you want to me.Lucas couldn’t just say things like that.
