35
Courtland
"Why did you really do the class?"
Buzz asks me once we're in the car.
"Like I said, Annebelle was in a pinch, and?—"
"The bullshit-free version please."
I take a left onto Buzz's street.
"Fine. I did it to get under Zane's skin."
"Why?"
"Because I think the guy's an asshole, and I don't like you being friends with him."
"Court."
"Hey, you asked for the bullshit-free version,"
I say, pulling up out the front of his place.
"There it is. The truth ain't always pretty. But, if it's any consolation, I donated my fee to the Clovelly Animal Shelter."
"You did?"
"Uh-huh. Even chipped in a couple of hundred bucks extra."
Buzz unbuckles his seat belt and smiles.
"Remember the summer we volunteered there?"
"I do. It was a lot of fun."
"Remember Percy? How he pooped on you."
I groan at the memory of the brindle Labrador retriever mix who Buzz nicknamed Percy the Pooper after he did his business on my shoes. Twice.
"That was less fun."
Buzz's hearty laughs fills the cabin.
"Your face, though. I wish I'd recorded it."
"I don't. It scarred me for life. Any chance we can change the topic?"
"What would you like to talk about?"
I glance at the canvas perched on the back seat.
"How about my cock?"
Buzz follows my gaze.
"What about it?"
"Did you like looking at it tonight?"
"I didn't have much of a choice."
"True. But how did you feel?"
"I don't know. I felt…"
I hook my finger under his chin and guide his eyes to meet mine. I'm confident that if he enjoyed the show I put on for him a few nights ago, he liked what he saw back in the art class.
"It's okay. You can tell me."
He licks his bottom lip nervously.
"I liked it."
I brush my thumb over his cheek.
"Do you want to taste it?"
He nods, swallowing hard.
Emboldened, I ask.
"You like sucking cock?"
"I do."
His voice is so thick and raspy, the sound shoots straight to my groin.
"You wanna suck my cock?"
He nods again.
"I really fucking do."