Chapter 7 Liam #2
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell him.
He squeezes my ass, then starts leading me through the throng of people. I make sure to keep my head down, to make it harder for people to recognize me.
There could be cameras. I can feel Ryker breathing down my neck, telling me not to be an idiot.
If he’d come back for me, I wouldn’t be desperate.
I step out of the club with the guy, into the cool night air. It doesn’t smell much better out here than it had inside, but it’s fresher, at least. “Where to?” I ask.
I’m banking on the fact that he’s a no one, that no one will think to retrace his steps and really investigate his death. Maybe it’s stupid. No, it is stupid.
Fuck Ryker for putting me into this situation.
“This way.” The guy leads me down the streets. I’d call them dark, but there’s plenty of lighting and we aren’t the only people stumbling home at this late hour of… wow, it’s only just past 11 p.m.?
My heart pounds faster in my chest.
Nobody will remember me, I assure myself. I’m a nobody here.
“This is me,” the guy says in front of an older apartment complex. It’s got to be from the 70s, if not older. The door doesn’t even have an electronic lock, and there’s no doorman to prevent unwanted people from walking in.
I feel a little better about the whole thing.
We have to walk up two flights of stairs to finally get to his apartment.
“You have roommates?” I ask dubiously.
“No way. I can’t stand living with other people,” the guy says. “What should I call you? Otherwise it’ll be ‘oh god’ all night.”
I laugh. “I don’t know. I think I like being called God.” I’m playing God, too, so why not? But I relent. “I’m Jace,” I tell him. “You?” I may as well know what name to look out for on the news.
Assuming anyone even notices he’s gone.
“Reid,” the guy says. He shuts the door, locks it, then grins at me. “Now, Jace, you’re wearing way too many clothes.”
“I am, aren’t I?” I agree. “But I’m also parched. I don’t guess you have drinks around, do you?” Here’s where I really have to be careful. I have to drug him without him realizing it, and I have to wait for the drugs to kick in before I can try anything.
Meanwhile, I have to avoid doing anything to get my DNA everywhere.
This is seeming more and more stupid by the second.
Maybe I should just let him fuck me and cut my losses for the night.
But the thought of stopping now sends my blood howling in my ears, the need to destroy nearly overwhelming.
“Yeah, sure.” He pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the beat-up couch before walking into the next room.
That’s how I know it’s an old apartment: the kitchen is the next room and not part of a whole open concept space.
I watch through the archway as Reid pulls two beers out of the fridge. “This is all I have,” he says.
Okay. Okay, I can work with this. Probably.
Not as easy as having pre-drugged water in a car while picking up hitchhikers, but there has to be a way.
I stick my hands into my pockets and grab one of the pills.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I say.
Reid opens both bottles and hands me one. I take it with the hand not holding the pill and take a quick sip.
Reid takes a swallow from his as well and comes back out to sit down on the gross couch.
He sets his beer down on the side table and pats his lap. “Sit here, Jace.”
The beer is within arm’s reach if I sit on his lap.
“Sure.” I get on his lap and set my beer next to his.
Reid immediately starts pushing my shirt up. “A proper twink,” he declares with a smile. “Got worried you were a secret otter. Or do you shave?” He runs his hand over my stomach.
“I wax,” I say. “But I don’t have that much body hair to begin with.” I pull my shirt higher to expose my nipples. “Want a taste?”
He laughs. “You like having your tits played with, Jace?”
“Definitely,” I agree. It’s not a lie, but I’d say it even if I hated it just to get his face against my chest—and unable to see me drop the small pill into his beer.
I moan loudly as he nips and licks my nipples.
Wait, is this already leaving DNA evidence? No, it’s probably fine as long as I don’t lick him and they don’t have some sort of super scanner that can pick up every single skin cell I shed.
I need to lay off the sci-fi shows.
I’m not wearing a hat though. I could be shedding hair everywhere.
I’ll vacuum before I leave. And I’ll remember to empty the vacuum filter.
Reid sits back and grins. “Like that, Jace?”
I nod. “Yeah. You’re good with your mouth.” I pass him his beer, then take a sip from mine.
He follows my cue and drinks from his bottle. And, miracle of miracles, he downs it all. When he’s done, he slams the bottle onto the side table.
“All right. No more stalling.” He takes my beer and sets it aside, then gets his hands under my ass. “Get naked, Jace. I want to see your cute little hole so I can destroy it.”
Ordinarily, I’d love that kind of dirty talk, but my cock feels shriveled in my pants as the nerves threaten to fuck the whole situation up. If this goes sideways…
But it’s not going to go wrong. It’s fine. It’s all fine, and even if they linked my DNA to this place somehow, they wouldn’t be able to pin his murder on me.
I don’t think so, anyway.
“Mm,” I murmur, letting him push me to my feet. “I like a man who talks dirty.”
I debate on how long I can possibly drag out a striptease before he gets impatient and grabs me. He took the whole pill all at once. It shouldn’t take long to kick in, so I don’t need to stall for too long.
I also can’t get sloppy now.
I grab the hem of my skintight shirt, slowly starting to tease it up my body as I show skin inch by inch instead of all at once. I’m reluctant to pull it off the whole way, positive I’ll take a bunch of strands of hair with it to leave behind, but I’d already decided to vacuum, so it’s fine.
Assuming he even has a vacuum.
I pull the shirt off and toss it onto the coffee table, preening as his eyes drink in the sight of my body. “Like what you see?” I tease.
“Oh yeah. Completely unmarred skin.” Reid leans forward. “You should consider getting nipple rings. They make your tits even more sensitive.”
“You think I’d look good with them?” I ask, tweaking one of my nipples as he stares at them. I think they’d make me stand out more, but then… I wonder what Ryker would think of them. He could grab them and twist them and lead me around by them, and that wouldn’t be so bad.
That would be pretty damn hot.
“I’ll have to think about it,” I tell him. I bite my bottom lip as I toy with my nipples in front of Reid, my heart racing as I try to keep track of how long it might take for him to start showing signs of the drug working on him.
Maybe I should’ve dropped both pills into the beer bottle.
“Take the pants off,” Reid orders. “Then bend over the coffee table and really show it to me.”
He blinks a few times, faster than before. I think.
I smile at him. “That what you want?” I ask him, and I kick my shoes off so I can start working at my pants. By the time I get those down, he should be out of it enough to where I can…
Fuck.
How had I gone into this so poorly prepared? What if he doesn’t even have anything good enough to strangle him with? What if I’ve done all of this only to have to concede defeat?
Well, it’s too late to just fuck him and run. I’m already half-in, so I might as well take the plunge.
If it was someone else, someone better, I wouldn’t need to screw around like this.
I think about the way Ryker had fucked my face and wish I was getting a good mouthful right now.
I’m going to get hard from it, which isn’t the intention, but hey, maybe killing Reid while already turned on will make it even better.
I shed my pants and underwear, turning around so Reid can get a good look at my ass. “You like what you see?” I purr.
“Yeah, I do.” Reid grabs my ass and squeezes my cheeks. “Look at that cute little hole. It’s waiting to be destroyed.”
Maybe I won’t murder him. I rest my head on my forearms and raise my ass up.
I can get railed within an inch of my life, and I’ll save my energy for the next guy.
Yeah. That’s the smarter play.
He digs his knuckle against my hole, and I shiver at the quick jolt of pleasure.
Ryker’s hands had been so rough. I wonder what he does to get such thick calluses. Does he have a guitar hobby? Guns? Or maybe murder is just generally hard work in general.
The tip of a finger slides into me, completely dry, and I groan.
It’ll feel so good when his thick cock is inside me.
“Do it,” I moan. “Do it, Ryker.”
The guy slaps my ass. “Who the… Who the fuck is Ryker? I’m Reid.”
Oh.
Right.
Fuck.
I’m doing this to get Ryker’s attention, not because Ryker is here.
Unfortunately.
The slap had been light, I think, and it might be time to move to the next stage of my plan. “Oh, hell, I’m sorry,” I say, standing up and turning to face him again. “Maybe you’ll let me make it up to you. Won’t you, Reid?”
He has to be getting weak now.
I can only stall so long, and I’m not letting him get his dick in me.
What a fucking disaster this is turning out to be.
“You’re….” Reid blinks a few times, then yawns. “You’re such a….”
“Such a…?” I prompt him, feigning innocence.
Jesus fucking Christ, any time now.
I touch my pocket, wishing I had my usual choice of rope available. Maybe he’s the kinky type and has some hanging around. If not, maybe he has a tie or a belt.
As soon as he’s too tired to resist, I’ll have to investigate.
“The lube is…” Reid reaches up to rub his brow. “Fuck. I didn’t drink that much.”
“All the dancing is exhausting!” I tell him, pulling up my pants. “Don’t worry. I’ll go find the lube and condoms.” Without waiting for him to answer, I walk over to one of the doors, peeking inside to see a messy bedroom.
I hum to myself as I start to search through the chaos.
There has to be something I can use.
I head into the bathroom, and my eyes light up when I see a cotton bathrobe. There we go. I pull the sash free.
I don’t have gloves, so I’ll just have to take it with me when I leave. Skin cells, and all of that.
I return, tilting my head as I look at Reid, who’s slumped listlessly on the couch.
Perfect.
“Aww, I thought you’d be ready for me when I got back,” I say, pouting at him. “Oh well. I guess it’s time to get to the main event anyway.”
I wrap the bathrobe sash around his neck and give it a small tug. His head lolls back, his mouth parting slightly.
Tim’s mouth had done that too. I resist the urge to stick my fingers inside, even though I wonder what it’s like, with his mouth completely slack and his tongue loose.
Next time.
It won’t be so haphazard, and I’ll be wearing gloves, and I can take my time to explore.
I sit down on his lap and pull harder on the ends of the sash. Reid gasps, and his face starts to turn red.
First red, then purple, then more gasps for air.
I wonder what he’d say if he could speak.
He’d probably ask me why, but that’s boring, so I don’t bother to let up. I smile at him and pull the ends tighter, my eyes intent upon his. I want to see the life bleed from them, then go empty.
I want to lean in to kiss him, but that would be stupid, too. I’ve already been stupid enough tonight, and this has every chance of being what gets me caught, but I can’t stop now. It’s too late.
Besides, I don’t actually regret it. I don’t actually care about what I’m doing — and I have good lawyers on my side. No one would believe the poor little rich kid could ever be responsible for something like this, anyway.
My cock pulses in my pants as I feel his hands twitch next to my legs.
I’m sure he wants to try to pry my fingers off, to get himself free, and I cluck my tongue at him.
“None of that,” I tell him. “Just shhh. Be a good boy for me, Reid.” I smile.
“See? I remembered your name. I’ll always remember your name. ”
I hold the sash steady, licking my lips as I choke the life out of him until he finally slumps back completely.
I keep it taut, not wanting to be lulled into a sense of false security.
I wait a few more minutes to make sure he’s well and truly dead before I carefully unwind the sash from around his neck.
I loop it in my hands. It won’t quite fit in my pocket, but I can’t exactly leave it here with him. Oh well. No one’s going to notice while I take it somewhere to dispose of it. They’re all too self-absorbed, too focused on their own lives.
I get up and search the apartment for a vacuum, taking the time to clean up my mess. It’s a sloppy job; it’s not like I’m used to cleaning up after myself. But it’s better than leaving any hair behind.
I get a wet washcloth from the bathroom and return so I can scrub his hands down. It’s not ideal, but it can’t be helped now.
Fuck. This was sloppy, but I can’t help but be on cloud nine because in the end, it had worked out.
Hadn’t it?
Only when I’m done cleaning up do I head into the bathroom to grab a few layers of toilet paper. I lift Reid’s head, wrapping it around his throat and covering up the bruised skin that I’d left behind.
There.
If this doesn’t get Ryker’s attention, I don’t know what will.