Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
M alcolm paused outside Bull’s front door and stared at the key in his hand.
Bull had given it to him the day before, acting like it was completely normal as he slid it across the table to him while they were finishing breakfast together.
He’d stared at it then too, knowing what it was and yet unable to compute what was happening for a minute.
“In case you need it” was all Bull had said.
Then he’d grabbed Malcolm’s chin, tugged him forward, and kissed him until all thoughts of arguing flew out of his head.
They’d almost been late for work because of how good that kiss had been.
He hadn’t thought he would actually need it.
They were together more often than not, and it was rare for him to have to wait for Bull to get in.
In fact, he was pretty sure the only times they hadn’t been at work or Bull’s house together in the last few weeks was for his nights with Dahlia and Becca.
And the last time, they’d come over to Bull’s to watch the show, and he’d teased them before kissing Malcolm, grabbing Sophia, and going to watch baseball in the bedroom.
So, of course, Malcolm had to use it the very next day after getting it.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, startling him so much he almost dropped his key ring. He dug it out and saw it was a text from Ollie.
Ollie
Are you locked out?
He glanced over his shoulder, having not realized that he and Six were still idling at the curb, waiting for him to safely get inside.
Ollie had insisted on them picking him up for what Ollie called Sub Club Shenanigans.
He hadn’t known what that meant, but when Ollie had said there would be adult beverages, he’d agreed to the chauffeur service.
Malcolm
No, sorry. Minor existential crisis.
Ollie
Ah. Understood. Take your time.
Though you should know, I’m going to start sucking Six’s dick right here if you take toooooo long.
Snorting, Malcolm shook his head and tucked his phone away. He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and stuck the key in the lock. It twisted easily, and he was inside moments later.
Ollie
You’re no fun.
Night!
He leaned back out and waved at Ollie and his scary fiancé, then closed the door, relocking it.
The house was silent, but Bull had left the light over the sink on and a lamp in the living room.
The thoughtfulness of the gesture made him smile.
He honestly hadn’t thought he would be so late and had told Bull as much before he left, suggesting they could watch the new shark movie that Bull had been hinting at wanting to watch when he got home.
Time just seemed to disappear when he was with Ollie and the others.
They’d spent hours just talking and laughing.
He felt so full of happiness—and tacos. He and Vinnie, one of Mason’s boyfriends, had made a huge batch of them for everyone to enjoy after they’d finished the painful portion of the evening.
The best thing to happen to him after going to the birthday party at the clubhouse was Bull, hands down.
But the second-best thing was getting adopted by a group of friends who made him feel seen, appreciated, and included.
He’d gotten that with Dahlia and Becca, but it was a little different with Ollie and CJ and the others.
Being in kinky relationships and having someone else to talk to about it bonded you in a way he had never experienced before.
He turned off all the lights, gave Blanche a scratch where he was curled up on the back of the couch, and tiptoed through the house. He had texted Bull when he was on his way, but it had gone unread, so he knew he had to be asleep.
A part of him had told him he should just go home to his tiny, lonely apartment and not bother Bull, but he’d very easily ignored that voice.
He wanted to be there with Bull, and he knew his boyfriend wanted him there with him.
And he just slept better in Bull’s arms than he did alone now.
The couple times he’d tried staying at his place after having gotten used to being at Bull’s had made for miserable nights of sleep where he woke up every hour or so.
Of course, Bull hadn’t even rubbed his nose in it the next day, just offered him extra coffee and kisses.
The only time he woke up at Bull’s was when Rose and Dorothy got a little feisty, sounding like they were trying to kill each other. Bull always just kicked them out of the bedroom, closed the door, and then would climb back in bed and give Malcolm a lazy hand job before they fell back asleep.
So still way better than his lumpy mattress and drafty apartment.
He stripped down in the bathroom, tossing his clothes in the hamper because that was a thing he did now, and then crept into the bedroom, only to pause halfway to the bed when he realized Sophia was curled up on his pillow.
She was such a jerk sometimes.
At least she let him pet her now, which he did for ten whole seconds before she got annoyed, stretched, and then hopped off the bed. He turned his pillow over, then crawled under the covers, scooting over so he could plaster himself against Bull’s bare back and wrap an arm around him.
Bull stirred, sliding his hand over Malcolm’s and lacing their fingers together. “I’m awake.”
He pressed his face into his back to muffle his laughter. “No, you weren’t.”
“Well, I am now.” He turned over to face Malcolm, his eyes barely slit open. “Hey, baby, did you have fun?”
He kissed Malcolm, then nuzzled against his cheek before burying his face in his neck, finding the barely there hickey and softly kissing the skin.
He was sure there would be a new one before too long.
Bull couldn’t make it more than a few days before marking him again, usually on his neck but sometimes his thighs, and one memorable time on his ass cheek.
“Yeah, it was fun,” Malcolm said quietly, wrapping himself around Bull and holding him close. After a few long moments of enjoying the skin-to-skin contact and Bull’s gentle kisses, he said, “I have a surprise for you.”
Bull hummed in question and nipped at the edge of his jaw, sending goose bumps cascading down Malcolm’s spine.
He was still a little surprised with himself that he let Ollie talk him into getting waxed.
As soon as he had walked through the door of CJ and Tank’s house, the other guys already there with music playing and laughing at some story Mason was telling, CJ had handed him and Ollie cups of blue liquid.
After taking a quick drink, Ollie had turned to him and without any preamble said, “Are you going to let us wax you?”
He’d nearly choked on his own sip, which seemed fitting, considering he found out later the beverage was called a Water Hazard.
He’d watched a couple of the other guys get their junk and asses waxed, grimacing when Mason yelped, but the others had called him a baby. Emmett was there, but he refrained, saying his daddy preferred him natural.
Malcolm had never been all that hairy to begin with, at least not around his hole, and he kept the rest of himself trimmed.
But when Ollie had clasped his hands and held them beneath his chin, fluttering his long eyelashes, and said, “Please, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it again.
But I think you will. You get all these new sensations.
Oh, and I bet Bull will go crazy for it. ”
He hadn’t been able to resist.
Bull slid his hand over Malcolm’s hip and skimmed his lips down his neck to nibble on his collarbone, sleepy but definitely interested. “What kind of surprise?”
Malcolm grabbed his wandering hand and guided it to his groin.
It took a second of petting over the bare skin for Bull’s half-asleep brain to catch up to the fact something was different. Then he lifted his head and squinted at Malcolm. “You shaved?”
“Apparently, the Sub Club all wax each other regularly,” he said, giggling at the look of astonishment that announcement got.
“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Bull said absently, his fingers delving all around the base of Malcolm’s growing cock and then fondling his smooth balls.
“Do you like it?” Malcolm asked, squirming at the new feelings.
“Do you?” Bull said instead of answering, one finger creeping back across Malcolm’s taint and slipping up between his cheeks.
He sucked in a shaky breath. “Yeah, I think so.” His eyes fell shut as Bull explored all of his hairless skin. “Everything’s a little bit more sensitive now.”
Bull grunted and threw the covers off them. Malcolm gasped as he was rolled onto his back, then moaned as Bull kissed him, taking possession of his mouth. He wrapped his arms and legs around his big body, rocking himself up against Bull’s deliciously thick happy trail.
Kissing down his neck once more, Bull said against his warming skin, “I ain’t waxing shit.”
Malcolm burst out laughing, happiness erupting out of him before he could stop it. Bull lifted his head and smiled at him in a soft, intimate way that warmed his chest and spread out to the rest of his body, loosening his muscles.
“What?” he asked when Bull just continued staring at him.
“I love when you laugh like that. I don’t hear it enough.”
Malcolm caressed his bristly cheek, running his thumb over Bull’s damp lower lip. “The Water Hazards probably helped,” he admitted.
Bull’s brows furrowed.
“It was the drink that CJ made. Blue Gatorade, vodka, and Sprite. It was really good. You could barely taste the vodka.”
“Sounds dangerous,” Bull said, skimming his hands up Malcolm’s thighs. “Are you saying you’re drunk right now?”
Malcolm snorted. “Hardly, but I am feeling pretty good.”
Bull shifted his legs until Malcolm’s feet were flat on the mattress, thighs spread wide. “Should we see if I can make you feel even better?” Bull asked, an arrogant smirk curling his lips.