Chapter 13 #2
On a particularly brutal thrust, Abel keens, and his face smacks into the mirror, cracking it.
I raise my eyes to the glass and smirk, noting the small fissions.
Abel gasps and pulls away, body still jerking helplessly as I continue to fuck into him.
He tries to look at his reflection in the grimy mirror, but the shadows make it nearly impossible to make out more than a few scratches and some blood against his cheek.
“You’ve had worse,” I tell him as I grab his hands and tighten the chain until he hisses. “Come with me, runt.” I swipe my fingers over his cheekbone, then grab his cock. And it’s the thought of his blood smeared over his dick that sends me over the edge.
My fingers tighten on his hips, digging deep into the hollows as my cockhead nudges against Abel’s balls, and I come all over him in thick, blinding pulses.
“Oh!” Abel squeaks, and I didn’t expect him to come at the same time, but he stills, and then, he’s hunching over the sink, body spasming as breathy little pants escape his mouth and make me hot all over.
I run my hands down his spine, feeling each knot of his vertebrae with a reverence I shouldn’t feel but do as we both come down from our highs.
The bathroom is stifling and sticky, and we have to peel ourselves off each other when we finally separate. I didn’t expect it to be painful, but it surprisingly hurts to tear myself away from Abel.
I pull back from him with a hiss and tuck my wet dick back into my briefs before pulling my pants back up. Abel stands on shaky legs, hands still bound behind his back with the chain, pants around his ankles, ass red and bare and covered in my cum, and I’ve never seen a better sight.
I stand there, admiring him for I don’t know how long before he goes and absolutely fucking ruins it. Just like he’s good at.
“You know, you never did pay me,” he says casually, and I jerk back into the moment, yanking my gaze away from his cum-covered ass.
“What?” I ask distractedly as he spins around and props said bare ass against the sink, hands still bound. My gaze drops to his softened cock, half-covered by the lace thong adorning his crotch, and fuck, my face heats seeing him wear something like that.
“The first time,” he replies. “You said you’d pay me, and you never did.”
“Money?” I bark, feeling a little incredulous. After everything… “Is that what you want from me, Abel? You want me to just be another client to you?” My hands fist at my sides, heart thrashing in my throat.
That seems to give him pause. His darkened brows furrow, a deep wrinkle forming between them. “Can you unchain me?”
“What?”
He spins around and exposes the chain to my eyes again, and I swallow. “Yeah.” And then, I unclip it and let it slip into my palm with ease. I run my finger along the indents in Abel’s wrists. The grooves are incredible, and I want to the see them impressed all over his body.
But alas.
We can never have what we want.
Abel spins back around and begins to rub at his wrists as he stares down at the dirty floor. The thumping of the music seems to crash into the small room in waves now that we’re not consumed by one another, and it’s nearly deafening.
I reach into my pocket and light a cigarette, offering one to Abel, which he takes with a small, half smile.
“That’s not what I want,” he says after what feels like forever, and I almost forgot what we were talking about.
I guess we’re doing this, postcoital in a dive bar bathroom, of all places.
I sigh loudly. Again, too fucking sober for this shit. “Then, why bring it up?”
“But that doesn’t mean it’s not what I need,” he says sharply.
That draws me up short. Need?
“What?”
“I need some… separation.” His fingers clamp around the edge of the sink.
“Separation,” I scoff and blow out smoke. “What the fuck does that even mean?”
“It means that you get too fucking close too quickly, and I need some goddamn space already! You’ve only been in my life two seconds, and I’ve already broken my rules for you, Peris.”
My heart flips painfully. “And let me guess, that’s somehow my fault?”
Abel’s eyes widen. “When the hell did I say it was? Quit making assumptions. I only said I needed some separation.”
“Yeah,” I scoff loudly and cross my arms over my chest. “You wanna tie me up with those fucks you fuck for money. That’s what you wanna do, isn’t it? Make me one of them?”
He shoves to his feet and yanks his pants up quickly, as if suddenly remembering he was having this argument mostly naked. “That’s what you wanted when you first walked up to me, in case you don’t fucking remember!”
“Oh, I remember. How could I forget seeing you sitting there, waiting to be fucked,” I sneer the words, lip curled in disgust, and Abel just smiles.
“No different than how you’ve always known me then, huh, Peris? I’ve always been waiting to be fucked, in case you’re the one not remembering.”
I step forward into his space. “Oh, I do. All too fucking well.”
He swipes his pierced tongue out across his bottom lip. “That sounds like your problem.” And then, he shoves past me and unlocks the door. The wave of music that comes blaring through the now open door is deafening.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I say as I stomp after him.
“Anywhere that gets me the hell away from you,” he snipes back and steps past groups of people lined up along the walls. I shove my way through, getting elbows in return, but I don’t care. I only have eyes on Abel as he walks away from me yet again.
“Abel,” I growl, but of course, he continues to ignore me as he makes his way out of the bar and onto the less crowded city street. He stomps down the sidewalk, arms crossed tightly over his chest to ward off the chill as I follow after him.
“Don’t walk away from me!” I shout after him, and that makes his footsteps falter—but only for a moment before he whirls around, gray eyes sparkling in the darkness.
“You have no right!”
“We keep talking about rights like it actually fucking means something between us!” I scream back at him, not sure what we’re even talking about anymore, and my shoulders drop with a loud sigh.
“Oh, right, because heaven fucking forbid there were ever boundaries,” Abel snipes, and I can’t help but snort as I come up beside him.
“We never did have those, though, did we, runt?”
“No,” he concedes. “I guess not.”
“What the hell is your problem?”
“So, so many things.”
“No fucking shit.”
“Hey!” he quips, shoving me in the shoulder, and I smirk down at him as we both lean against the brick wall of the building. It’s quiet outside. The night sky is clear with the stars shining, and since we’re away from the thick of the city, I’m able to make out most of them, which is nice.
Though, it’s getting really goddamn cold.
“It’s been almost two years,” he says out of nowhere, and I flinch.
“I know, Abel. I don’t need the fucking reminder.” I reach into my pocket and pull out my cigarettes.
“Yeah, I’ll take one of those, thanks,” Abel says without asking and takes the lit cigarette right from my lips. I huff in feigned annoyance but light another one as I try to ignore the squeezing ache in my heart at the simple domesticity of it all.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out and swipe to answer without looking to see who it is.
My first mistake of the night.
“Hey.”
“Peris, my boy. You’re a hard man to get ahold—” I don’t let Luke finish his sentence before I’m hammering my finger down on the end button and shoving my phone back in my pocket, heart now in my throat.
Abel fills my vision as his hands reach up and cup my face, warm against the cool contrast of the air we’re surrounded by. “What’s going on? Why do you look like that?” And I’m suddenly reminded of why I hate the man in front of me.
He left me when I needed him the most, and now, here’s Luke reaching out again, and Abel’s… here but also not because I can’t rely on him this time. He’s flighty and twitchy, and he’s not mine anymore.
I can’t trust him
Not with this.
I think I could have, back then. But not anymore.
My eyes stare right through him, not really seeing much at all because all I can hear is the sound of Luke’s voice ringing in my head all over again.
So much for that no-contact order we put in place.
Fucking bastard.
I knew it was him calling from that number. It’s why I never answered. But Abel’s had my head too fuzzy and confused. I haven’t been thinking straight, and I didn’t even think to look at the screen and—
“This is your fault,” I snap at the man in front of me, teeth bared in a snarl.
“My fault?” He cocks his head to the side, eyes widening when I take a step toward him, quickly backing him down the alleyway to our right.
“Yes. If you would just leave me the fuck alone, I wouldn’t have to worry about any of this! I was just fine before you came along and fucked it all up!”
“It’s not my fault you’re emotionally constipated, Peris.”
I rear back, affronted at his blatant show of hostility. “I’m not—”
“Oh, the fuck you’re not. You wouldn’t know an emotion if I slapped you in the face with it.
Grow the fuck up, dude. I’m not playing these games.
” And then, he lunges forward and slams his mouth onto mine.
I gasp into the kiss, not having expected it, and mold my mouth to his, needing the pain in my lungs like I need air to survive.
Abel jumps up and wraps his legs around my waist. My hands drop to his ass and hold him against me while he grinds his cock into my stomach, and my fingers dig into his cheeks, putting as much pressure as I can on every sensitive part of his body I remember—and there were a lot.
I stumble backward into the wall, feeling brick scrape against my back. I hiss against the sensation, even as I relish in the burn. Abel doesn’t seem to care as he attacks my mouth and keeps diving in for more.