But my legs are steamingly cooked from drills, each muscle fiber begging for attention, and Drew’s voice is enticingly low, sliding between the fragile cracks of the armor I'm trying to keep welded together. It’s not in the manner he's touching me, it's the way he's focused on my lungs, on each breath that creaks in and out of my lips.
In this moment his focus is entirely on me. Every exhale, every pulse of my heart, vulnerable to his examination. I feel like I'm under the spotlight, the main character on the stage. Like I'm the only boy in the world worthy of his attention.
Charlie's gaze has turned so different lately. He's been watching me as if he's waiting for me to fail him. Like he’s daring me to prove him wrong. As if he can't trust me. Can he? Can I resist the hands soothing my muscles? Do I want to?
I'm tired and exhausted.Don't I deserve a little bit of a guilty indulgence?
I've earned this, I've worked hard. I've had my fill of the light, but the dark? I've never explored. I've stayed away from the bad boys. The toxic sludge. But maybe the sludge will balance me out. Clear my head…
Drew's eyes penetrate my last defense, stripping away the metal parts in entirety, my hesitation swept away by his midnight black pupils. If I give way, what would he do? Would he parade me around like a trophy or would he keep this secret moment between us?
I shudder beneath his hands as they roll awfully close to my groin, my cock twitching from my nerves popping off excitedly. I let out a raspy breath, leaving my mouth open for his desire.
I hate him, I hate how arrogant this man is. How he thinks being a rude prick is perfectly acceptable.
But his hands feel like a forbidden paradise, constricting around my skin, drawing out the soreness, and replacing it with euphoric thrill. What if he's not so rude. He seems so gentle, almost soft in this moment.
I should saystop.
I should sprint to the turf to see Charlie and warn him. Warn him about the devil burrowing himself inside me, planting parasites that are leaching onto every organ. But what if it's too late…
What if I want to feel the flames… savor the burns as they ravage my skin, searing me in blissful agony.
What if I want to taste his brother's lips… just this once.
Then maybe I'll be sated, finally purge whatever venom Drew has been trying to feed into my bloodstream. I might be allergic to him as much as I am to peanuts.
What would be the harm?
"Shhhh, let me in. Give me control. Submit for a real man," he coaxes into my ear, his voice dripping with velvet.
His words send me into a trance, eager to follow every command that pours out of those perilous lips. Like a warlock putting me under a spell. One that I've accepted.
"Lean back," he commands with supreme authority, the words rearranging my perception of reality.
I obey.
Willingly.
Chapter 6
Drew
Icansensethehesitancy twitching in his muscles, those little jolts of doubt sparking under my hand. But he doesn’t stray or shout for help. I can feel his pulse quicken a tad; he's not terrified. He's excited. Waiting patiently for what comes next, like an addict in recovery waiting for the first hit in years.
He whimpers and his legs quiver to my touch. Letting out light sighs of relief as my hands caress his skin, venturing around his protruding mountain.
Austin can act like a prude all he wants, but his body tells me everything I need to know.
The way his lashes flutter, those eyes batting up at me, pleading in silence for what his lips won’t dare confess.
Christ, those eyes.
Brown, so shaded they may as well be a lovely black, carved from the celestial rings of Saturn, dragging me closer to his aura of innocence no matter how hard I pretend to be immune.
But right at the edges—around his pupils—there’s that glorious blaze. A molten halo, alive and restless, a ring begging to be fed. The type of light you can only get by starving a man of what he craves,then dangling it in front of him until he’s desperate to burn the world for it.
I could keep him there forever. Watch that fire flare and fade on my terms.
