Chapter 21
PERIS
I can’t believe how different things have been since Abel and I have talked.
We’re in an honest to God relationship, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. My runt is actually back with me… It’s something that feels so surreal, I almost can’t believe it. But he’s here, in my arms, sleeping. And I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Beautiful…” I murmur to his sleeping form, knowing he can’t hear me but needing to say it regardless because he looks utterly ethereal like this—curled up against me, pink hair spiked out away from his head, face flushed from sleep, and lips pursed against my pec as he snores ever so slightly—which he would hate to be told about.
Three weeks.
That’s all it’s been, but it already feels like it’s been forever.
Being with Abel is easy—easier than I thought it would be.
I don’t have any qualms about people knowing now. It’s like losing him… well, it changed me. Made me realize what’s important. And caring what people think fucking isn’t.
Now, my brain on the other hand… that’s not so easy to bypass, but I’ve been doing all right.
Strangely enough, I don’t feel the urge to want to forget everything all the time.
Not that Abel being back in my life is the end-all-be-all solution, but Luke hasn’t been bothering me lately, and I’ve been too focused on my runt, basketball, and school to really think twice about him.
It makes me wonder if this is what it’s supposed to be like.
Effortless, like this…
“I can smell the dust burning off the clogs in your brain from thinking so hard,” Abel mutters against my chest, and I snort, reaching up to drag my fingers through his hair.
I massage his scalp for a moment, making him moan, and then, I tug on the strands, and he arches his back, sending his groin bumping right into my hip.
“Hey, rude,” he snaps, but he’s breathless and panting.
“Yeah, you love rude, though,” I remind him with a smirk as I reach down and grab his chin to tilt his head up for a kiss. Abel follows easily and meets my lips for a slow kiss that’s only lips because morning breath.
“Hey, are you staying for dinner tonight?” I ask after I pull away.
Abel’s brows draw together before he arches one perfectly. “I mean, sure…” he drawls slowly. “But why, what’s tonight?”
“You’re kidding me right?”
“No…”
“It’s Christmas Eve, Abel.”
He straightens. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Nope.
“No. Absolutely not.” Abel gets up and starts to put on his clothes that were discarded on the floor from the night before.
I watch in amusement as he struggles with his holey jeans before giving up and dropping onto my bed with a sigh.
He drags his fingers through his messy hair and drops his head between his shoulders.
“I’m not ready,” he says finally, and there it is.
“You don’t really have a choice, runt.”
He whirls around, eyes wide, cheeks flushed in indignation. “Excuse me?”
“I already told Ma you’d be here. Don’t wanna let her down, do you?” I watch the muscle in his jaw jump repeatedly, and I know I’ve got him when he doesn’t say anything. Manipulative, sure. But I’ll do what I’ve gotta do.
“That’s fucked up, Peris.”
“I know.”
“And rude.”
“Yep, probably.”
He crosses his arms over his bare chest, and I’m drawn to the tattoos scattered there. “I’m mad at you.”
“Sure. That’s fine.” I smirk at him, and he rolls his eyes. “Because I can make it so you’re not mad at me, if you want.” That gets his attention. He straightens a little bit and looks at me warily.
“What do you mean…”
“Take a shower with me, baby.”
Abel runs his tongue along the fronts of his teeth before sucking it back into his mouth. “What’s in it for me?”
“Come find out.” And then, I turn my back on him, knowing he’ll follow because Abel Silver could never resist a challenge.
Just as I go to close the bathroom door behind me, Abel’s arm shoots out to stop it, and I smirk to myself. That’s my runt.
“Now, how are you—” I grab his arm and yank him toward me, claiming his mouth.
He gasps against me, and I wrap my arm around his bare waist, pinning him against my front.
His little cock is already starting to harden, and I smile against his lips as I reach down to wrap my fingers around him through the cotton of his briefs.
Abel gasps and bucks into me. Our tongues dance together, both of us uncaring of morning breath as we devour one another, reveling in the feel of our hands on each other’s bodies.
I pull away with a regretful groan, dislodging Abel’s teeth from my throat to start the shower.
It doesn’t take long for steam to fill the room.
I sneak my fingers beneath Abel’s waistband and slowly push his underwear to the ground.
He steps out of them, eyes never leaving mine.
I smack his ass with a resounding crack.
“Get in, baby.” Abel breathes out shakily and steps into the shower.
I quickly follow suit and get in behind him.
Abel’s standing under the spray, head tilted back as the water runs over his fading, pink hair.
I follow the rivulets as they travel down his tattooed chest, over his small, pierced nipples, and down to his pierced navel.
I reach for it and tug on the silver barbel, which causes Abel to jerk forward slightly.
His eyes flutter open, and he looks at me through a half-lidded gaze as I play with his belly ring before dragging my fingers through his thick happy trail and down slowly through the blonde hair at the base of his groin.
I bypass his hard cock completely as I drag my fingers down his lightly haired thighs, down to his knees, and back up to the soft creases of his hips.
“Turn around.” Abel’s panting loudly, and the sound of the shower hammering down on the floor only makes it louder. But it makes my cock hard, hearing how pathetic he sounds for my touch alone.
With his back to me, I revel in just touching.
I run my fingers down the lightly muscled contours of his back, over the sharp wings of his shoulder blades, and down each knob of his vertebrae, until I reach the dimples just above his ass.
I dig my thumbs into them, causing Abel to hiss and buck into the touch.
His arms jerk forward, smacking against the wall to steady himself, and he thrusts his ass out, and my face burns.
I drop to my knees before I can think twice, and I grab both of Abel’s tattooed ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze. Abel keens loudly and bucks into the movement, hips rotating like crazy. My heart is hammering, and my mouth is filling with saliva, so I spread them, exposing his hole.
The pink, wrinkled, slightly puffy flesh winks at me when I spread his skin even further apart, and my cock feels like it’s going to explode.
I drag my thumb over his entrance, reveling in the way it twitches.
“Fuck, puppy. I wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks right now. It’s just begging to be filled again. ”
“Oh, God,” Abel begs, and his legs start to shake when I pet his pussy with the pad of my thumb. I push harder against him, and he trembles. “Please, please,” he begs pathetically.
“That didn’t take long…” I muse to myself as I lean forward and shove my face into his crack. My nose squishes as I stick my tongue out and run it over his hole. I forgot how strange the sensation is at first, but then, Abel screams, and it’s perfect.
I run the flat of my tongue over his flesh, pushing hard against his hole. I flick and press and devour him the best I can. It’s hard to breathe with my nose squished and the water rushing down, but with the way Abel is trembling, I couldn’t care less.
All that matters is this.
“Oh… Oh, God. Fuck.” Abel’s hands slip on the wall with a squeak, and I’m forced to hold on tighter to his hips to keep him from falling. I flex my tongue and probe it against his entrance, lavishing him until it starts to open up against me.
When I finally get enough leverage and I’m welcomed inside, I groan against Abel. His taste explodes on my tongue—musky and hot—and I revel in it. I fuck him with my tongue—hard and fast—and Abel pants pathetically against the wall.
Water rushes down, and it’s beating against my face, and I’m probably drowning a little bit, but I don’t care.
All that matters is this.
Abel.
Falling apart for me.
Because of me.
“Peris, Peris… Fuck.” He reaches back with one hand and winds it through the wet strands of my hair and yanks. I pull off with a moan, sucking his skin as I do.
“What?”
He stares at me with wide, crazed eyes. “Come. Here,” he demands, and I scramble to my feet, all the blood in my body rushing to my cock at those two simple words rasped so breathily from my runt. He sounds so desperate, and I’m about to fucking die.
Abel grabs me by my ribs and yanks me against him. He collapses against the shower wall with a hiss and slams his mouth against mine. I gasp. “Abel, my mouth—”
“You think I fucking care?” he snarls and drags his nails down my back. I hiss and arch against the sting. “Fuck me right fucking now, Peris.”
“Goddamnit,” I growl. I meet his advances with fervor.
His tongue slips into my mouth, and I suck on it, making him groan loudly.
Abel’s nails dig deeper into my skin, and I mewl, pulling away from the pain of it.
I’m sure my back is shredded at this point, but I also don’t care because it feels so fucking good, just him touching me.
I reach around his hip and slip my index finger along his crack. Abel spreads his legs wide, and I feel his smile when my finger slips right inside him. “Jesus Christ, runt,” I pant against his cheek, feeling sweaty all over.
“I know.” I pump my finger a few times. “Add another. C’mon.” He wriggles his ass, and I reach down and smack it with my free hand.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I reprimand him, even though I fucking love it.
I pull out and shove both fingers into Abel’s mouth.
He sucks on them both, laving them in his spit, never taking his molten silver eyes off me.
I yank them free with a pop and slide them back down to press them both against his hole.
I circle them around until I feel the flesh give way and then slowly press inside as Abel bears down.
“Ugh, fuck.” He drops his head back as I fuck up into him. He wraps his leg around my hip, digging his heel into my ass. I lean into him, pressing our hard cocks together, which makes him whimper. I use my free hand to stroke us both together lazily while I fuck his ass.
I quirk my fingers, digging around the soft tissue inside him until…
“Oh!” he squeaks, and every muscle tightens. His leg slips on the shower floor, and I use my leverage over him to haul him completely against me, pinning him to the shower wall.
“There it is…” I muse softly as I rub my fingers against the bundle of nerves inside my runt. Abel’s eyes roll back, and his head falls to the side, completely and utterly gone.
“That’s it, baby.” I use my leverage against the wall to stroke our cocks. It’s sloppy and messy and not very good, but Abel doesn’t seem to care, and I’m about to explode just from looking at his face.
“Peris!” Abel drawls on a long, drawn out moan, and I relish in the way his cock twitches pressed up against mine.
His channel twitches and clamps around my fingers as he cums in hot bursts.
I watch his cum disappear into the water, and I mourn it for about two seconds before my vision whites out and I lose myself to my own release.
“Holy shit,” I mutter when I finally come back down.
“Holy shit is right,” Abel concedes, and I release my grip on him. He slowly drops to his feet and slumps against the shower wall. The water has cooled significantly, but it feels good against my overheated skin.
I drop my head back and let the water rush over me—until I feel eyes piercing the side of my face.
“What?” I ask without opening my eyes.
“You’re different,” Abel says, and I can’t help but snort. If he only knew how different I’m not.
“So are you, runt.”
“Yeah, but I’m mostly the same. You’re… well.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He smirks, and my heart does a stupid little flip. Damnit all to hell, anyway. “I like it.”
“Well, that’s good,” I pull out of the water and swipe my fingers over my eyes to clear the water. The pulling in my bladder draws all my focus and an idea sparks. “Your turn.” I grin at him.
“To what?” He frowns at me. “Stand in the water?”
“Yes.” My heart beats a little faster.
“Why?”
“Because I said.”
“Okay…” We swap sides, and Abel drops his head back to get his hair wet once more, and I grab ahold of my dick to relieve myself on him.
He doesn’t seem to notice at first, but when the more noticeably warm stream trickles across his foot, his toes wiggle and he leans forward out of the water and blinks it away to stare down at his foot.
“What the… Peris! Are you—” he cuts himself off as his jaw falls slack. I continue peeing on him, my lips quirked in a cocky grin. “Are you fucking pissing on me?” Abel finally asks, voice high and squeaky, cheeks ruddy and flushed.
I quirk a brow and finish my stream, making sure the last of it jets over his own junk. “Of course, I am, runt. Just marking my territory.” I bark a sarcastic laugh.
“Oh, my God,” he breathes, eyes wide as he stares at me. I lick my lips as I stare down at him, so obviously embarrassed. But there’s something else, too. The dilation of his pupils, the flush of his cheeks, the way his hands are trembling at his sides…
I bet if he hasn’t just come, he’d be fucking hard.
Oh, puppy…
You’re so fucked up.
I grin vivaciously. “Are you turned on right now, baby?”
“No!” he shouts so loudly, I nearly wince, but that tells me all I need to know. My smile only widens as I stare at my runt, helplessly turned on and unable to do anything about it because he got pissed on.
“Poor thing,” I reach around and pat his ass, which makes him snap at me. I chuckle and step back, holding up my hands in a placating gesture. “Get cleaned up, baby. I’ll meet you out here. We’ve gotta start dinner soon.”
“You’re seriously talking to me about food right now?” he growls, and I snicker.
“What better time?”
“Peris!”
“Have fun,” I boast before stepping out and grabbing a towel. Abel stomps his foot and huffs, and I can’t help but cackle. Such a little brat. An amazing brat.
And all fucking mine.