37. Kaden
Kaden
“He’s back!” Seth yells when I enter the studio on Monday. He picks up his phone, typing something and then “Eye of the Tiger” is streaming through the speakers. Hate that song.
Seth puts his fists up, punching the air, and skips up to me. He punches me on my arm, and I barely flinch.
“You’re an idiot,” I laugh.
“What was that? You wanna go?” he says, punching me harder.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Do that again, see what happens.”
“Ooh, someone’s cocky!” he taunts as he laughs.
I glance down at myself, biting my lip, and look up at him again with a smug smile.
“Dude,” he says, dropping his hands, and stops the music. “I wasn’t talking about your dick.”
“Sure you weren’t.” I nod once and walk over to the counter.
“Asshole!”
He walks over to me, as I inspect the calendar.
“What’s this?” I ask, pointing to an appointment.
“Oh, yeah. Dragon-Jude called last week. Said he needed a touch-up. I figured you’d be back tomorrow so I booked him. You might wanna call and confirm, though, ‘cause I told him you were sick.”
I pick up the phone, glancing at the number scribbled by Jude’s name, and dial.
“Jude speaking.” There’s some background noise, loud enough to make me pull away from the phone. Sounds like he’s on a construction site or something.
“Hey, man. It’s Kaden. Bold Tattoo.”
“Oh, hey! All good? I heard you were sick?”
“Yeah, just a cold.” I clear my throat. “But I just wanted to call and confirm your appointment for tomorrow. Is one-thirty still good?”
“Yes, that’s great! It’s just a little touch-up.”
“Yeah, we’ll take a look at it.”
“Great! Hey, uhm…” He clears his throat.
“Yeah?”
“Uh, never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I hang up and stroll over to Seth by his station.
“You mean if he finds out,” he mumbles with a squeaky voice, putting plastic over the table. “If, if is good,” he says in another voice, making me snort. He turns around, chuckling.
“Been watching Hercules again?”
“Yeah,” he grins. “Lou and I had a Disney marathon the other night. All good?”
“Yep.” I nod, dropping down on my chair beside him as he continues prepping. “Did I tell you he asked about you?” I add.
“Who?”
“Jude.”
“What, now?” He turns around, eyebrows raised.
“No, back then. During the last sitting, I think. Wanted to know if you were single.” I pump my eyebrows.
“Really?” He frowns. “Huh, my gaydar must be broken.”
I nod. “Apparently.”
I drag a finger across my lips, watching Seth bring out ink bottles, plastic wrapping, and gloves.
I taught him that. I basically taught him everything. Well, Kit and Diaz probably had a hand in it too, but he was my apprentice.
I was pretty new, too, when he started here.
But I started my apprenticeship early, barely sixteen years old, after school hours.
Since Kit was married to my mom’s cousin Stephanie, he came around our house every now and then, and when I found out he owned a tattoo shop, I begged him to let me come for work him. And after two years, he finally caved.
I couldn’t really do anything hands-on until I turned eighteen, but Kit taught me everything during those years. And I got to draw and build up a portfolio, while cleaning down the studio and run errands for Kit and Diaz, like bringing them coffee or food.
And then I finally got my own chair, my own customers, and then Seth came along.
And now, I guess he’s teaching me.
Kind of.
“I still owe you, by the way,” I say, flipping my phone in my hand.
“Owe me what?”
I glance around the room, making sure no one’s around.
“An orgasm.”
He stops in his tracks, turning my way. “What?”
“I owe you an orgasm.” I shrug.
“The fuck are you talking about?” He laughs.
“I’m keeping tabs, remember?” I tap a finger against my temple.
He stares at me, shooting me that lopsided smile of his. Then he shakes his head. “Fine. My place or yours?”
We barely make it inside Seth’s apartment before I’m on him. Pressing him up against the wall, I open the button on his jeans, dragging down the zipper while kissing and biting his neck.
He yanks on my belt, hands frantic as he quickly undoes the button and pulls the zipper down.
I get my hands on him first, giving him a few strokes. But then he pulls a one-eighty on me, and drops down to his knees. Taking me inside his mouth before I have time to react. I gasp, hips jerking forward.
“Fuck!” I moan. “You gotta stop!” I tug his hair slightly, but he keeps going. “Seth! I’m not gonna last.” I take a step back, and he releases me with a pop. I pull him up, pressing him against the wall again. I’m so turned on I can barely see.
“I haven’t gotten off in a week, you can’t do that to me,” I breathe against his mouth, grinding against his dick because I just can’t help myself. Then I drop down to my knees, fist his dick and lick the tip. He throws his head back with a thump, moaning.
“I’ve missed that mouth,” he chuckles.
I take him in, working my hand as I suck him down. He grabs my hair, tugging a little as he thrusts deeper down my throat. He moans and gasps, and my dick jerks with every sound.
My balls are heavy, and I’m so hard, it almost hurts. I pull off and stand, wrapping my hand around us both, and press my lips to his. He slips his tongue inside, and I moan right into his mouth. When he sucks on my tongue, I pull back and stop my hand, pinching the tip of my dick.
“Wait! Mm, fuck! Wait!” I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to blow yet. Fuck! I’ve been waiting a week for this. I’m like a fucking bowstring.
I open my eyes, and Seth’s staring at me. Dark eyes, mouth gaping.
“Sorry!” I rush out, before he grabs the back of my head and kisses me again. I pick up the pace, twisting my hand at the top of our dicks and down again. It’s slick with spit and pre-cum and it feels so fucking good.
I move my other hand down, rolling his balls between my fingers and he whimpers. Breaking the kiss, he drops his head back against the wall again.
“Mmfuck! Kade—”
“You close?” I breathe, moving to his neck and throat. Fucking attacking him with my mouth. I don’t even register what I’m doing, but I feel him nodding.
“Come, Seth,” I whisper, my voice not carrying. “I need you to come, ‘cause I can’t—”
He tugs at my hair, moans, and then his cum is covering both of us. And that’s all it takes for me to fully explode. I bite down on his neck, groaning and keep on falling until I feel like I’ll pass out. My head’s dizzy, my legs buckle and I slump against him.
I don’t know how long we stand there. It could be minutes, or hours. Seth’s stroking my hair, and it feels so soothing, I feel like I could fall asleep right here.
“Fuck…” I mumble. I have to clear my throat to get my voice out. “That was…”
“Yeah. That was,” he snorts. “Can I just say, in a very platonic, dude-ish way, that you’re sexy as hell.”
I groan, chuckling against his neck. “Dude, stop!”
“What? I fell fucking apart when you begged me to come, like, fuck!” he laughs.
I pull my head back, squinting at him, and shake my head. “Shut up!”
He laughs, as I shuffle into his bathroom, getting a towel. I dampen it and wipe myself down. I’m fucking covered in cum.
Ninety percent all mine, I bet.
I hand him the towel, and pull my pants back up.
“Seriously, though,” he says, hanging the towel on the door. “You haven’t jerked off all week?”
“No.”
“Why?” he asks with a frown.
‘Cause you weren’t there I almost say, which throws me a little and it sounds fucking whack so I just shrug. “I didn’t feel like it.”