Chapter 6
If I don’t answer, maybe he’ll think he imagined it. That’s possible, right? He just came. His brain is mush. People hear things. Acoustics are weird, especially in a place like this. He heard a moan, yeah, but it literally could’ve been anyone.
“Luca?” Jace calls again, louder this time. “Dude, answer me.”
Fuck. Of course he knows. Two years of friendship. He knows my voice better than anyone. Even through a wall. Even warped by pleasure. It’s ridiculous to think he wouldn’t know it’s me.
I look over my shoulder at the big guy, as if he could somehow help me out of this.
But he’s just kneeling there with a smirk on his face, lips swollen and glistening, chin still wet from eating me out.
Can’t really blame him. Give the man a bowl of popcorn, he’s got front-row seats to a goddamn soap opera.
I close my eyes. Take a breath. Wipe a smear of cum from my chin with the back of my hand.
“Y-yeah,” I croak out. “It’s me.”
Silence. A long, suffocating silence that stretches across the wall between us.
“What the fuck are you doing in there?”
Good question. Great question, actually. One I’d love to answer if I had any idea myself. Why am I on my knees with my ass hanging out and my best friend’s load drying on my shirt?
“I was…” My voice is wrecked. Shredded. It sounds exactly like the voice of someone who’s had a dick in their throat for the last ten minutes. “I was just… I needed…”
What did I need? What could I possibly say that would make any of this okay?
“I thought you were gonna take a leak,” Jace says. His tone is flat.
“Yeah, well. Took a little detour.” I try to laugh, but it comes out like a cough.
“What the hell, man? Did you…” He stops. I can hear him breathing on the other side, putting it together. “Was that you? On me? Did you just…”
Every instinct screams at me to deny it. To lie. To say I was just watching, that the other guy did it all, that I was just an innocent bystander. But he knows. He already knows. I’d look like an even bigger idiot than I already am.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “It was me.”
“Fuck.” A long exhale through the wall. “Dude.”
“I know.”
“You serious, Luca? You sucked my dick?”
“I did.”
“That’s… fuck, that’s…”
“Hey.” The big guy speaks up for the first time. I don’t know if it’s better or worse that he’s trying to help. “It’s a glory hole, man. Chill. Anyone could’ve been over here. That’s kind of the point.”
“It’s not ‘anyone,’ though, is it?” Jace snaps. “It’s my best friend. My straight best friend.”
“Guess that part’s up for debate,” I mutter, mostly to myself.
“Why don’t you come over here and talk about it face to face?” the big guy says.
No. Absolutely not. The last thing I need is Jace seeing me like this. On my knees, lips swollen, dick still hard as a rock despite the sheer terror coursing through me.
But before I can protest, I hear footsteps. The slap of sneakers on concrete, getting louder. A knock on the door.
The big guy opens it.
And there’s Jace. Sweats pulled up, hair a mess, face flushed. He stares at the big guy, then at me, on my knees with my jeans puddled around my thighs. His eyes flick to my face, to my bruised-looking lips, to the wet patch on my shirt.
“Fuck, Luca,” he breathes. “What the hell is this?”
“What does it look like?” The guy steps in front of me. A shield. He’s so big he blocks out the purple light, casting me in shadow. “He was curious. And you got your rocks off, so what’s the problem?”
“And you are? His tour guide?” Jace’s jaw is tight. All that big talk about not caring who was on the other side, and now he’s pissed. Or maybe not pissed. Thrown off. Confused. I can’t read him. I’ve never seen this expression on him before.
“Name’s Hawk,” the big guy says. “And considering where my mouth was ten minutes ago, I’d say I was more than a tour guide.”
This seems to snap Jace out of it. He looks at Hawk. Really looks at him. Takes in the shaved head, the scar through the eyebrow, the neck like a tree trunk. Then his eyes drop to the thick bulge straining against Hawk’s gray sweats.
“Hawk? Like… like the bird?” First time I’ve ever heard Jace sound awkward.
Hawk grins. He reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, the silver chain settling against bare skin. He turns to show Jace his back. A massive, intricate hawk spreads across his shoulder blades, wings reaching from shoulder to shoulder, talons extended mid-dive.
“Like the bird.”
I glance at Jace. His mouth is hanging open.
Same as mine, probably. The tattoo is incredible.
But it’s Hawk’s body I’m really seeing for the first time.
The guy is enormous. Shoulders like boulders, pecs like slabs of concrete, a cobblestone stomach under a dusting of dark hair, barrel chest covered in ink.
It’s ridiculous. My cock twitches against my thigh.
“Shit,” Jace whispers. “That’s… that’s sick.”
“Thanks.” Hawk turns back, muscles flexing as he bunches up his shirt and tosses it into the corner of the booth. Then he grins down at me, a glint in his eye. “Now. Luca, was it? I believe I was in the middle of something.”
And with Jace standing right there, face drained of color, Hawk hooks his thumbs into his waistband and shoves his sweats down. No underwear. His cock swings free, heavy as a club.
He wraps a fist around it and looks at me.
“Which hole?”