28. Diesel
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DIESEL
A fter placing his gift down on his bed, Diesel stared at the stained glass picture and wondered whether the artist created the scene on sight or created it from memory. To be able to witness such beauty must have been such an exhilarating experience.
Getting high was like that sometimes, as well. Depending on the drug one took, they could hallucinate—witnessing colors and images never before seen in real life or become witness to eye-bending sensory manipulation that allowed the mind to see whatever sort of phenomenon it wanted or craved.
He had watched a documentary on the Discovery Channel once that talked about how many famous artists took mind-altering drugs or alcohol to allow them to tap into that imaginative subconscious that others rarely got a chance to experience. It was through those hallucinations that artists were able to create some of the most mind-blowing works of art that the world has ever seen.
Staring at the way the colors of the sunset were placed strategically together behind the church made the painting appear to come to life. Kind of like how people swore they witnessed Bruno’s eyes move as they stared at his tattoo. The mind is a powerful thing, able to convince us of just about anything. Our sight, our senses, our emotions, all that information being fed into our brains only to be spit out and interpreted by our minds. It was incredible if you really thought about it.
Turning his head, Diesel glanced at his open bedroom door. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Zero buying him this gift. Yes, he loved the picture. Yes, he couldn’t wait to hang it up and admire it each and every day. But he wasn’t sure what this meant for their relationship.
Yes, Zero was a hot guy, and they had some hot-ass fucking times together, but did this mean that Zero wanted more than just orgasms?
He did take care of you while you were sick. He did cuddle you and make you feel safe and protected while you struggled to stay alive.
Okay, that last part was an exaggeration, but he did feel like he was dying and about to puke himself into oblivion.
Perhaps Zero really was a nice guy. Maybe it was time for him to stop being such a fucking asshole around him and give the guy a bit of leeway.
Fine. But first, shower.
Diesel grabbed a pair of joggers and a fresh T-shirt from his dresser and walked over to Zero’s room.
Zero was sitting on his bed, fiddling around with some surveillance equipment.
“I’m just going to take a quick shower, then I’ll come and help you go through the footage,” Diesel announced from where he stood standing in the open doorway.
Glancing up at him, Zero’s warm brown eyes seemed to pop against his soft, tanned skin and jet-black hair. Just like the painting, Zero was a vision to behold.
“That sounds good,” he said, giving him a gentle smile. “I’ll grab us some sodas, then meet you here in ten.”
Twenty minutes later, they were both sitting on Zero’s bed, staring at the laptop resting on Zero’s lap. Zero had downloaded the footage from the dashcam and was currently scrolling through it.
“Can you slow down a bit? We’re going to miss something important.” Diesel huffed over Zero’s shoulder.
They were pressed up against each other, with Zero’s back and shoulder resting against Diesel’s chest as he balanced the laptop.
It was a small bed.
Okay, it was a decent-sized bed, but it was a small laptop. And how else was he supposed to see the laptop if he didn’t press himself into Zero’s back?
Why does he smell so good? Diesel wondered to himself.
Smells good? Do you know who smells people? that annoying voice inside Diesel’s head asked. Serial killers. That’s who.
He wasn’t a serial killer. A doped-out drug addict who sold his body for money and had major trust and abandonment issues… sure. But a serial killer? No. He didn’t have the drive or dedication to be one. Or the stomach, for that matter.
“Relax. Stop backseat driving. Do you know how many hours of footage we have to get through? And I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be here watching a closed door all night, waiting for Dr. Pervs-a-lot to make a move.”
But you smell so nice. It was a genuine manly scent. Like sweat mixed with sandalwood, mixed with muscle. Fuck , he loved the smell of a man pressed up against him.
“D? Is that…” Zero’s voice trailed off.
“Is that what?” Diesel asked, looking over Zero’s shoulder and down at the image of the closed motel room door. Unless he missed it, the doc still hadn’t left his room and still didn’t have any visitors.
Diesel watched as Zero’s finger moved over the laptop and stopped an inch away from his junk. Then it happened. Zero poked his boner with his finger.
Shit. He was so busy inhaling Zero’s scent that he hadn’t realized the smell had awakened the beast slumbering in his joggers. And, of course, he was freeballing it.
“Fuck.” Diesel groaned. “Sorry, dude. Guess I’m feeling better.”
Ask anyone, and guys will always say how much they wished they had a bigger dick and how lucky guys were who were hung. But nobody ever stops to think about the downside to having a big dick. You can’t just use any condom; it has to be XL or magnum—have fun purchasing those at a pharmacy!
Whenever you pop a boner, everyone fucken knows! There is no being discreet or going unnoticed. It’s just there—out there for everyone to bloody see.
When fucking? You need to use a shit ton of lube and take your time sliding it in. There is no jamming or shoving it right in. There are patience and waiting periods. It requires using your fingers or toys to help spread open the person you’re about to fuck before you even dream of sliding your cock into home base. What’s the saying? Big dicks are nice to look at but a real pain in the ass. Truer words were never spoken.
“Jesus, dude. You need to get that thing registered as a deadly weapon.” Zero chuckled, poking it two more times before returning his hand to the keyboard. “We need to be good. We have video footage to review.”
Yes, he needed to focus on the task at hand and not the image of his cock disappearing between Zero’s luscious lips.
“Stop. I can see your dick twitching from the corner of my eye.”
Diesel chuckled. “He’s just saying hi.”
Zero gave a quick wave before continuing to fast-forward through the footage.
“Wait,” Diesel blurted, pointing toward a figure that just appeared in the frame. “Press play.”
They both watched as a large man in a brown leather jacket approached the doc’s motel room, holding a black briefcase. A second later, the door opened, and the doc signaled for the unknown guest to enter. Ten minutes later, the mystery man emerged from the room without the black briefcase and disappeared from the shot. They continued to scroll through the hours of footage until six a.m. when the doc left his room and checked out of the motel, holding the black case.
“What do you think was inside the briefcase?” Diesel asked.
Zero shook his head. “No idea. If he made the effort of collecting the item all the way in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night, I’m guessing he doesn’t want people to know about it.” Snapping shut his laptop, Zero glanced over at where Diesel’s beast was currently sleeping. “Hmm, looks like the little guy decided to take a nap.”
“Hey…” Diesel began as Zero hopped off the bed and headed toward the door. “Where are you going?”
“To go report our findings to that pissed-off man I call a boss.”
Diesel slid his body along the bed until he was lying flat on his back. He placed his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.
“Meh, he’s not that bad. Hurry back. Someone wants you to kiss him goodnight.”
Zero froze when he reached the door. He turned slowly.
“Umm, come again?” Zero asked, looking so confused.
Hands behind his head and still staring at the ceiling, Diesel flexed, causing his semi-erect cock to bounce up and down—a plus side of having a big dick. Having the ability to wave hello from across the room.
Zero’s lips parted until they curved up into a horny smirk. “Fuck…” he groaned out. “You’re such a tease. Don’t start without me.”
Diesel chuckled. He never saw a man dash out of a room so fast.