Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Right Fuckin’ Here
Cedrick
My blood is boilin’ in my veins.
I want to claw the very skin from my bones. Peel it back layer by layer until my meat is exposed to the damp, humid air of the night I’m shrouded in. And then, I want to sew it all back together with Madison trapped right inside so he’s stuck against me—with me. With nowhere else to go.
He’s talking to that fuckin’ boy. In his bed.
They’re eatin’ together, and I can fuckin’ see them. Laughing and talkin’ without a care in the world.
I hate it.
I hate all of it.
He won’t text me back, but he’s sitting there with this… whoever he is. In his bedroom.
My fingers curl around the branch of the tree I’ve hoisted myself up in.
It’s the biggest stroke of luck that my little treat’s bedroom has a front row view to a tree not more than ten feet away—and hidden in the shadows at that.
I mean, if he looked hard enough, he’d see me, but I dressed in dark clothing for a reason. Not like that’s outside the normal for me, but still.
I don’t want him to see me just yet.
As the two of them finish up their meal, I pull out my phone and tap on my conversation with Madison. He hasn’t texted me back since I told him I miss him, and I gotta admit, it stings a bit, but I expected it.
He’s scared…
I scared him.
That brings a wicked smile to my face.
Fuck. I love him all small and scared.
But he’s just gonna have to get used to it. That’s all there is to it.
As him and the other boy leave the room, paper plates in hand, I lean back against the bark, relishing in the scrape against the back of my neck as I ponder what to do next.
Work tonight was exhilarating ‘cause I’m still ridin’ the high that is Madison Thomas Payne.
Such a pretty name for such a pretty boy.
It was kind of pathetic how easy it was to find him. But I have no regrets. Especially not now that I’m here, watching him. Only a pane of glass separating us.
But even I know it’s not enough. Before long, I’ll be running on fumes. I know I’ll need to get my hands on him again… but how? He won’t come back to Mayhem; that much is clear. And he won’t even return my texts at this point.
I need him to need me just as badly… because what we shared was something I’ve never had with anyone else.
That lick of fuckin’ fear and exhilaration. It was so tangible, I’ve never tasted anything like it. Equal parts terror and arousal, so sharp and twisted as it settled on my tongue and wrapped itself like a vice around my lungs.
I need it.
I’m chokin’ without it.
And just then, my treat walks back into the room, and I know exactly what it is I have to do.
I pull out my phone and type the words I’ve wanted to since the moment I climbed into this tree.
Me:
Youre so close I can almost taste you again
My eyes widen as I watch my treat pleasure himself. The way his hand is frantically tugging at his cock, the shaking of his arm. His heaving chest and the sweat drippin’ down his face.
He looks every bit of the fuckin’ treat he is.
And my mouth fills with saliva.
I need to taste him.
I lean forward in the tree again, fingers inches away from the glass from where I’ve climbed down a thick branch. If Madison were to look outside, he’d see me easily. But he’s so distracted by his own pleasure that he doesn’t—and I’m thankful for that because I need to see this.
“What are you gonna do?” I muse to myself as I send another message to him—this time a picture of my own cock straining through the material of my black pants.
When his phone buzzes where it lies on the floor, his hand falters in its movement, and for a moment, I don’t think he’s gonna stop, but then, he does.
He reaches for his phone, cock bobbing in front of him, and my tongue flicks out to wet my lips at the sight of his shiny glans glistening in the yellow light of his bedroom.
He unlocks his phone and swallows when the message is marked as read. The movement in his chest picks up speed, and as he stares down at my clothed cock on his screen, he reaches down and grabs his own once more.
“Oh, how fun,” I muse, lips curling upward with pleasant surprise. He never ceases to amaze me.
Madison touches himself in a frenzy of hurried movements, and I find myself frowning, wishing he’d slow down so I can better enjoy this moment before it’s over.
Me:
Slow down
When his phone buzzes with my incoming text, he doesn’t stop.
If anything, his movements become faster, jerkier.
He tosses his head back, and the tendons in his throat bulge under the strain.
He twists his fist around the head, and then, he’s shuddering as his cock erupts in bursts all over his floor.
His stomach contracts, body tensing through each wave, and his hand finally slows down until it eventually falls to his side.
His head rolls to his other shoulder, then drops down to his chest, where he works to catch his breath, and despite him not listening to me, I’ve never seen such a magnificent show.
Of course, I wish it would’ve lasted longer. I want as much time with my treat as I can get, but that… that was truly something else.
He is something else entirely.
His phone must’ve reminded him of my text because he jerks from his reverie, nearly dropping it to the floor. He holds it in front of his face, and because of the light illuminating his freshly flushed cheeks, I have the absolute pleasure of watching the blood drain from them.
Madison’s eyes widen and dart around the room frantically. And then, his hands start to tremble and shake. I chuckle to myself as I slowly back up on the branch, putting myself back into the shadows, where he’ll be less likely to see me as he starts freakin’ out and searching his room.
He yanks his jeans up, and completely ignoring the cum soaking into the carpet, he hesitantly crawls onto the floor and peeks under the bed, heaving a sigh of relief each time he checks a space and finds it void of me.
Little does he know…
I’m right fuckin’ here.
And I’m not goin’ anywhere.
“Sweet dreams, my little treat,” I whisper into the darkness, hoping the words float over to him and through the pane somehow, someway.
“I’ll be seeing you soon.” I pull my pierced bottom lip between my teeth, only allowing myself to watch his panic for a moment longer before I climb down and start the trek back to my car that’s parked a couple of blocks away.
My own dick is hard and throbbing inside my pants with its own heartbeat, but I ignore it in favor of replaying every single fuckin’ moment of my treat’s hand wrapped around his own cock—because I did that to him. Without even touching him.
My words alone scared him and turned him on so bad, he couldn’t control himself.
Fuck. He’s perfect.
I clench my hands into fists, relishing in the pointed tips of my gloves digging into my palms. The sharp bite is just what I need to get me back to my car without hazing out.
But the second the door closes, my eyes glaze over, and I’m stuck staring through the windshield for an undetermined amount of time as flashes of Madison run through my mind like a movie, taking over my conscious mind for its own viewing pleasure—not that I’m complaining.
He's utterly amazing.
I just don’t think I’ll ever be able to get him to that place where he won’t be such a scared little mouse…
Who knows.
Maybe.
I changed. And so did Kase.
But there’s something heavy inside of Madison that I don’t understand. Something… dark and twisted. And maybe, eventually, I can understand. But right now, when he’s so scared and pulling away, there’s no way he’ll let me close enough to try to figure out what it is.
I just want him.
And I know he wants me.
But I don’t know if he’ll let himself want me.
That’s the fuckin’ problem.
“Where were you?” Kase asks as I walk through the front door. I slowly pull it closed behind me even though I’ve already been caught. For some reason, my heart is in my throat, and I can’t swallow past the lump.
“Out,” I tell them as I yank my hoodie over my head and drop it beside the shoes. It’s soaked with sweat and needs washed, but that’s tomorrow’s problem.
“It’s nearly one,” Kaser says easily, but I know better.
They’re pissed. And that’s exactly why I’m not going to tell them where I was… or who I was with.
Things are a bit complicated now that we’ve resurrected this… thing between us. It’s only ever been about sex, but I feel like I owe them something when, in reality, I probably don’t. But they’re my best friend. And I’m lying to them.
I’m utterly fascinated with this boy.
He’s consuming my every waking thought, and I’m not telling Kaser about it.
Because I want to keep Madison all to myself.
“Ricky,” they call out as I brush past them in the front hall.
“Yes?” I turn and quirk my brow. My face and neck are still covered with the thick grease paint from work. I can see Kase’s curiosity in their eyes, and for a second, I worry I’m going to spill if they ask.
“What are you doing?” They reach out and drag their finger along my cheek, smearing the sweat-soaked paint.
“Whatever do ya mean?” I run my tongue along the fronts of my teeth, making Kase roll their eyes.
“You know what the fuck I’m talkin’ about.” They move back and cross their arms, leaning against the wall. Their muscles bulge around their biceps, and I rake my eyes down their body appreciatively.
“Can’t say I do.” I effectively end the conversation right there. Madison is mine, and I refuse to share him with anyone—even my best friend in a simple conversation.
I turn my back on Kaser and walk toward the bathroom so I can take a fucking shower—and take care of the straining problem in my pants because at this point, it’s beyond painful.
“Want some help with that?” Kase calls out, and I stop just before my hand wraps around the doorknob. I look down at my cock tenting the fabric of my pants, then back up at the white door in front of me.
They’ve moved closer. I can hear Kase’s breath feet away, feel their body heat radiating toward me, begging to be touched. I can taste it in the air, but for the first time, the taste doesn’t appeal to me.
Because it’s not him.
Fuck.
“Not tonight, Kase,” I tell them, turning my head slightly to the side so they can see the half-quirk of my lips. “I’m tired.” And that’s not a lie, but it’s not the body kind of tired they probably think I mean.
I’m exhausted fighting this… this thing inside that’s frothing at the maw to take another bite of my sweet little treat. I’ve had him so close I could almost taste him again, but then, he scurried away, lost in the wind yet again.
Now, that’s exhausting me.
“Mhm. I’m sure you are.”
“I wasn’t at the club,” I tell them honestly.
“I know. You wouldn’t go in full gear,” they say, nodding toward my clothes and probably the paint still on my skin, too. “But it makes me wonder what you would go in full gear for?”
“Give it a rest,” I groan, smacking my head against the door before pushing away and stalking toward Kaser.
I push them so deep into the wall, they barely even have room to suck air into their lungs.
“Is this what you want, Kase?” I purr against their throat as I dip my head down.
I reek of humid summer air and sweat, but I know they don’t care. And frankly, neither do I.
“You want my hands on you?” I ask, trailing the tip of my tongue across the shell of their ear. “Hmm?”
“Yes,” they breathe out, falling slack against the wall, against me. And I fucking revel in it.
It’s not him, but it’s someone.
And I’m probably a shitty fucking person for taking advantage of my best friend right now. Like this. But I don’t care enough to stop myself from shoving my hand down the front of their pants and wrapping my fingers around their cock.