“Luz, let’s go home,” I said with a sigh. “Maddox, can you wrap this up?”
“Yeah, yeah. Go. I’ll clean up.”
“I owe you one. Big time.”
Maddox chuckled. “Yeah, and you’ll probably regret it.”
One of the perks of being a part of the LD was that sometimes you could get away with not doing things by the book. Hell, it was expected of us. We might have been a bunch of losers, but at least the criminals ended up behind bars.
Neither Luz nor I spoke in the car on our way home. What was there to say? I was sorry that none of the perps felt my fist, but this was Luz’s fight, and I let him have it. I knew it wouldn’t make him feel better, but he needed closure. Hell, I needed it, too. The look on his face told me he was still in shock, so I made him drink Xanax when we got home.
“You should take a nap,” I said as he sat on the sofa. “After that, I’ll order us some food. Sounds good?”
He merely nodded. When he started to bite on his nail, I took his finger out of his mouth.
“Don’t,” I said, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
He looked at me pleadingly.
“Can you stay with me?”
I nodded and lay down beside him on the sofa. I stayed with him.
And for the first time in my life, I didn’t leave.
Luz
I woke up in a state of strange exaltation. All my senses were heightened. I wasn’t merely hungry, but starving. My dick wasn’t just hard, it fucking hurt. The breaths I inhaled just weren’t enough. And I was alone in the room, but it felt as if I were alone in the world. Only the sound of the shower running in the bathroom told me it wasn’t so.
Still, I headed there to check. I entered the bathroom only to see a large, naked form standing in the shower. When Bazooka heard me, he opened the shower door.
“Everything okay?”
The water was running down his face, and I could barely see him in the steam that surrounded him.
“Yeah, I just didn’t want to be alone.”
He regarded me steadily, and I felt as if he could see me, really see me. Inside and out.
I pointed my chin at the shower. “Can I join you there?”
His gaze slid down my body. What could he see? Rumpled clothes? Bare feet? Desperation?
He smirked. “Well, you’re already kinda here, aren’t you?”
I stripped without a thought in my head, letting my clothes fall to the floor. As I stripped, he watched me do it. And as he watched me do it, his dick grew. I didn’t comment on it, and neither did he. He merely shampooed his hair, while I walked up to the shower with my hard cock bouncing between my legs. I had no intention of hiding it, not that I could, and after everything that happened, I didn’t really care. Once Bazooka closed the door behind me, I could breathe freely again despite the steam and the heat. The sense of panic remained outside the door, and I felt as if I were in the safest place in the world.
“Close your eyes,” Bazooka said.
He squeezed the shampoo into his palm and started to shampoo my hair. His movements were firm, but gentle. His hands were powerful, but kind. He was kind. I expected lots of things from him, but not that. I didn’t expect the goodness inside him to steamroll over me and fix every bad thing in my life. I didn’t expect him to patch me up like you would patch up an old, forgotten quilt that had lost its purpose.
“Lower your head.”
I did what he said, only to see his erect dick pointed at me. And it was, simply put, the most perfect dick I ever saw in my life. Long and thick, because I would never call a dicktoolong ortoothick. His cockhead was plump, smooth, and flushed with arousal. Just yummy. His balls were long and heavy with cum.
“I had a semi before you came here.” An amused voice informed me. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
At that point, shampoo entered my eyes, so I rubbed them, frowning.
