Chapter 9
PERIS
I feel Abel’s eyes on me, peeling my skin back with their intensity, and I want to crawl into a hole. But I can’t do that because I fucking invited him here. I’m going to pay him. To fuck.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter to myself, regretting my decision but also not because how can I? He’s here in front of me for the first time in nearly two years.
He’s really here…
I reach out toward him, needing to feel him to make sure I’m not making this up, and he lets me touch him. His cheek is warm to the touch, and I relish in it. I drag my fingers along his flesh, up around his ear, feeling each piercing against the pads of my fingers.
Abel’s eyelids close, and his head drops into my palm just slightly, enough that I feel the weight of his head against me, and it has my heart clenching pitifully.
We could’ve really been something.
But now, we’re nothing more than this disturbing, chaotic mess that neither of us know what to do with.
Abel doesn’t say anything to my blatant admission, and for that, I’m grateful. Though, he does keep looking at me. Won’t take his eyes off me for more than a few moments, and it’s unnerving, but that’s just fine.
As long as we don’t talk about it.
His face slides across my palm as he moves up on his knees and brings his face closer to mine until our noses brush together and my breath is stuck. Heart thudding painfully, Abel leans forward, eyes falling closed as he dips closer, and this is it.
This is the moment it changes.
I selfishly watch his lips curl into a pucker, needing to see he wants me that way before I let my own eyes close and drop my head against his and bring our lips together in a long-awaited sanctuary.
Abel gasps, eyes flying open wide—as do mine—and I’m gone for.
With my eyes locked on molten steel, I mold my lips to his and kiss the breath from his lungs, steeling it for myself—as is my right.
Abel kisses me back eagerly, keeping his eyes open as well, and it’s weird, but it’s us, and I don’t care because he’s touching me and hell.
It’s messy as Abel’s tongue prods against my lips.
I part mine and allow it entry, groaning loudly as our tongues dance and slide together in a mess of saliva.
It pools between us, dripping down my neck.
“Oh, fuck,” Abel whimpers, and I return the sentiment with moans of my own. I crawl on top of him, clamping my hand tightly around his waist and dragging his body beneath me as I drop down on top of him.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters, legs flying up to wrap around my waist, and it’s so good to feel his heat.
But not good enough. I slide my palm downward, over the piercing in his belly, tugging on it for a moment until he arches into me.
Over the smooth fabric of his skirt until I’m beneath it and feeling hard, silky flesh against my palm and—
“Oh, shit, baby, you’re leaking,” I groan, dropping my head to his shoulder as I swipe my thumb along his cockhead, smearing the fluid gathered at the tip. My own dick twitches in assent, harder than it’s ever been.
“Mmm,” he mewls, and his legs kick at my slacks, heels digging into my ass as he tries—and fails—to pull off my pants using his legs while his arms scrabble to yank off my shirt by ripping it up and over my head.
“I’m gonna have to let you go,” I tell him, squeezing his cock a bit tighter to emphasize my point.
“Fine, yes. Naked, now.” He releases me, albeit with a quick nip to my shoulder, which makes me hiss, and then starts tugging at the buttons of my shirt, eyes wide and crazed and just how I remember them.
And it’s almost like before… except now his hair is pink and he’s covered in patchwork tattoos that I want to lick—so I do.
I drop my head down and lick a path up the side of his sweaty neck while working the buttons through their loops.
My shirt falls off my shoulders, trapping my arms at my sides, and Abel uses this to his advantage.
He pushes me back using all of his strength until I flop onto my back, arms trapped behind me.
The smirk he gives me is enough to make my blood sing. He reaches down and undoes the button for my slacks. He slowly drags the zipper down and then grasps the waistband and pulls them over my hips, briefs and all, until I’m naked and he’s dropping them to the floor.
“Now, that’s much fucking better,” he says, sounding proud of himself—and then, it gets really fucking quiet.
“What?”
“Peris…”
“What, Abel?” I ask, opening my eyes and huffing. I force myself to sit up, yanking my arms out my sleeves—and that’s when I see it. He’s staring at my stomach—more specifically, my pelvic bone where his goddamn name is.
Fuck.
“Don’t…” I start.
“Don’t?” he chokes out, eyes wide and glassy as they meet mine, and I hate myself a little more—which is kind of hard to do with how much that already is. “How can I not? This… this is…”
“It’s nothing,” I snap.
“It’s not nothing!” he retaliates, fingers grasping at my skin, clutching desperately, and I pull them away. That look on his face… the wide, puppy dog eyes, glassy with tears… yeah.
I can’t fucking do that.
I reach up and grab his throat, my fingers finding the already shadowed imprints perfectly. “It’s nothing because I said it’s so, and I’m the one paying, hm?” I tell him, jaw clenching tightly as I squeeze my fingers to reiterate my point.
Abel blinks, a few stray tears escaping, and I lick them as they fall down his cheeks, unable to control the impulse. “Y-yes.”
“Good. Now, be a good boy for me and roll over.” I release him and watch as he drops back on the mattress.
He’s still working to catch his breath, but he gets the drift that I’m not fucking around, and with only a quick glance at my stomach, he flips over onto his hands and knees, ass stuck out beautifully, back arched just as it should be.
“Now, look at that,” I muse as I shift behind him, dragging my palm down the exposed ridges of his spine.
His crop top has ridden up, and I drag it the rest of the way off his body, pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the floor.
His back is untouched by ink, unblemished and exactly as I remember it, and it makes me feel sick.
“Should we take this off?” I ask no one but myself as I tug on the end of his skirt, loving the way it grazes his bare ass cheeks.
“No. I think we’ll leave it on. I quite like the way it looks on you.
” Instead, I flip it over, so the flowy material lies across his back and leaves his rear exposed to me.
He has two tattoos on his ass cheeks. One is an octopus that wraps around to his right hip and is pretty big and detailed, and I ache to trace it with my tongue.
The other is some character I don’t recognize in the shape of what looks to be a worm.
I grab both of his ass cheeks and expose his pussy to me.
I watch him clench on nothing, the small, pink sphincter winking the further I spread his cheeks apart.
“God, just fucking look at you.” I dig my thumbs in deeper, needing closer, and Abel groans pitifully. I laugh, even as my mouth fills with excess saliva. And I know what I want. But…
“Do I need a condom to fuck you?” I ask him bluntly, staring down at his ass. Abel’s head, which has been hanging between his shoulders, jerks upward, chin hooking over his left shoulder.
“Fuck you,” he snaps, crooked face twisted in his all-familiar sneer. I grin at seeing it.
“Yeah. But do I?”
“I always wear one, and so do they. And we all get tested regularly. I just got tested last week. My results are up in Harvey’s room if you want me to go fucking get them for you.”
“Harvey, huh?” I snap, fingers curling until it’s my nails sinking into his flesh and shredding it. “Sounds like a fucking prick.”
“He’s a lot nicer than you,” Abel chirps, and I’ve fucking had it.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” I snap and drop down to the ass in front of me and shove my tongue inside of his hole without preamble. Abel screams loudly, and I relish in the sound as I bury my face in him.
Abel jerks forward, trying to escape my assault, and I’m forced to keep him pinned in place with my hands on his hips and my tongue inside him.
He tastes musky and warm, and I groan loudly against him as I pull my tongue out and swipe it along his rim, flicking it along the puckered flesh and sucking hard.
Abel squeals and mewls, and then, when I broaden my tongue and swipe it over his pussy a few times, he melts, and I moan loudly against him, so fucking hard, it feels like my dick is going to fall off.
Blood pumps through me so loud and so fast, I can’t hear anything but my own breath and every little noise Abel makes. It’s like they’re all magnified just to make me that much hotter for him.
“Peris, please,” he cries out, and I can’t stand it. I suck at his rim again, pulling his flesh into my mouth and lathering him in my spit before pulling back with a gasp, eyes alight with something visceral I’ve never been able to name when it comes to him.
He’s staring at me over his shoulder, and when our eyes meet, I’m frozen in the moment.
His pink, shaggy hair is disheveled, and his full lips are parted as he pants every breath through them, but it’s his eyes that enrapture me. They’re dilated and molten, and they suck me right the fuck in—just as they always have.
“Peris…”
“Don’t say my name…” I rasp, unable to help it. When he says my name, it feels a little more real, and it’s already real enough. And I can’t. Can’t bear it.
Panting, I stumble to the sink near the front door and grab the little travel bottle of lotion. When I crack open the lid, an overwhelming scent of cucumber fills my nose, and I want to laugh. Abel actually does, but it sounds watery.
“Cucumber?”
“Hope it burns,” I tell him as I squirt some on my fingers and spread it over his hole, making him hiss.