Chapter 10 #2
My eyes flick down to the colorful screen, the flashing lights. I bet a place like this is noisy. I wince at the thought. The retro arcade bar is far away too, but with our helicopter, I don’t need to worry about that much.
So, we are taking him on a date, then?
I clench my jaw at the monster’s question and slam my laptop shut again. I keep doing that—slamming it shut, before reopening it a few minutes later and continuing to scroll.
I tap my fingers on the lid. I shouldn’t even entertain this.
I’m not entertaining it.
Why am I entertaining it?
Sighing, I open the laptop and continue my research.
The door to my bedroom quietly opens, and I see a glint of blue hair as someone sneaks in. Something uncoils in my chest. I rub at it in relief. It’s been like that for hours now.
Ever since Neo waltzed out of my office with Harley.
“Where have you been?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“I was hanging out with Harley and Ansel, and, you know…tinkering around.” Neo yawns as he strolls over, flopping face down on the bed.
“What were you tinkering with?”
“Oh, this and that… What have you been doing?”
“Not that it’s your business, but I’ve been working. Very hard.”
“Yeah, I bet you have.” He chuckles as he peers over at my screen. “Oh, are you planning our date?”
“I’m not. It’s research for a client,” I say, and close it once again, setting it on the bedside table.
“Bummer. That looked cool,” he replies, twisting on top of the comforter until he’s on his back. His hands go to the waistband of his jeans, and I watch as he unbuttons them and kicks them off, leaving him only in his boxers, a t-shirt, and his socks. He always sleeps fucking naked.
Not that I’ve noticed.
I notice nothing.
“Have I told you that I love sleeping naked?” He arches his back slightly as he pulls the t-shirt over his head. He’s smaller than most men I know, with a thin frame, long limbs, and just enough definition to tell me how active he is.
Though I know he doesn’t work out. His lightly toned muscles come from staying constantly busy and always in trouble. He notices me watching him, but doesn’t shy away. Instead, he reclines on top of the sheets, hands going behind his head.
Like he knows he looks good.
And he knows I know it too.
“When I first met you, I figured you’d be sleeping all buttoned up,” he drawls, his eyes dark. “Realizing you sleep only in pajama bottoms does it for me, you know?”
I didn’t know that. Now that I do, I should be digging out the matching shirts that are in the back of one of my drawers.
But I don’t. I just continue to let my eyes roam over him as he strips off the rest of his clothes before returning to his previous position. The small, dusky nipples that I’m oddly tempted to taste. The light dusting of hair on his lower abdomen.
His cock is thin and long, half-hard between his thighs.
I force my eyes away. Not fast enough to miss Neo’s predatory smirk.
He caught me looking.
And he likes it.
For once, he doesn’t call me out. Not on that, anyway. “You want to tell me about that tattoo since you’re up and definitely not looking at date stuff?”
I trace the pattern on the bedspread. “There’s nothing to say about it.”
“You still owe me a secret for today.”
I groan internally. He isn’t going to let this go. “Fine. It’s a sign of our commitment to The Firm. To each other. All of us have one.”
“But yours was the first?” he prods.
My mind pulls me back to that place. To that terrible night. I find myself telling him more. “I didn’t want it. But Father insisted. I fought like hell, but he tied me down and did it himself.”
The pain I felt as that needle dug into my skin, and the infection I had afterward. How I cried silently into my pillow that night, wishing for a different life. A different name. A different path.
It was the final time I allowed myself to wish for such things.
“It’s why the lines aren’t neat,” I say, my voice clipped. “Father wasn’t very skilled, and the infection I had following it left its marks too. Fortunately, I was able to make sure my brothers had theirs done in the proper setting.”
A warm hand touches my arm, and I shiver. When did I get so cold?
“So, you looked out for your brothers.”
It’s not a question, but I answer it anyway. “Of course.”
“And who looked out for you?”
My vision is suddenly blurry. I force the words out around the lump in my throat. “They look out for me now.”
“But when you were younger?”
I shake my head, blinking rapidly. “No one.”
“Hmm.” Neo’s hand strokes my thigh. He’s not trying to arouse me.
No, he’s trying to soothe me.
I shouldn’t like it as much as I do.
“I’m sorry, Wylder. God, I hate your father. What a cunt. I’m glad he’s dead.”
“I am too.”
We’re silent for a moment, and then he leans up, and his lips touch the raven tattoo, brushing against it tenderly. The action has the ball in my throat growing.
Neo says quietly, “I didn’t have a mom or a dad. Didn’t have anyone looking out for me either.”
He does now.
“Well, I won’t let anyone hurt you now,” he announces confidently. “I’ll dye anyone who upsets you a different color. Perhaps we can assemble an entire rainbow of assholes.”
Just like that, the tension leaves me. I grin, despite myself. “You’re such a handful, brat.”
“You like me this way.”
I can’t deny it. I don’t try to.
Like he knows he has me on the ropes, Neo wiggles around until he’s burrowed under the sheets. “It’s really cold in here. Good thing you have really warm covers, and you’re like a heater too. Would be better if you snuggled up to me though.”
“You’re not staying in here again.” My voice is weaker than it should be.
“Yeah, I think I am. I’m really here to give you a blow job. You know, in repayment for saving my ass from Candace’s big, bad, scary lawyers, but you haven’t seemed interested.”
“Because I don’t need a blow job.”
“Yeah, whatever. You wanna fuck me, then?”
I blink at him and then rub at my eyes. When I look at him once more, he’s still there. This isn’t a dream.
“I’m not fucking you either. You can go back to your room and take your clothes with you.”
He turns onto his side, nuzzling deeper under the blanket.
I count to ten in my head before speaking. “Neo.”
“Wylder,” he says, only his eyes peeking out now. “I know I’ve said this before, but you look really hot with those glasses on. I meant it when I said that you have to wear them on our date.”
“I’m not doing either. The Firm has decided not to grant your request.”
I don’t need to see his lips to know he’s smirking. “Yeah, all right. Wake me up when you want that blow job, or to fuck me. I’m wearing a plug. I’m lubed up and stretched out. You can just take it out and slip right in…”
He lets out a long yawn and then promptly falls asleep.
I stare at him for so long my eyes ache.
Take him. Take him.
I can’t, I grumble back. I stare at the door to my bedroom, telling myself that I have many other rooms to choose from. I can just get up and leave, find somewhere else to sleep tonight, but I don’t move.
I can’t. I haven’t moved the last few nights he’s snuck in here.
My monster sighs in relief, and I fist the sheets. Neo is far too close, even in this large bed, and he seems to be wiggling closer.
He’s wearing a plug. I could pull it out of him and then push my way into that tight hole. Just like in my dreams.
I close my eyes and turn my head away, my knuckles cracking as I dig my fingers into my palms.
Then I slump down under the covers and force myself not to move. I pull off my glasses and fumble around until I know they’re on the table, and then peek one eye open and send a message to the helicopter pilot.
Just in case I change my mind about The Firm granting his request.
Just to be on standby.
Then I let myself sink down even farther, trying not to breathe too deeply, not to let my senses become overwhelmed by him. But it’s hard when he’s rustling around next to me, his bubblegum scent almost intoxicating.
My cock is hard as the moon sits high in the sky outside my window.
Knowing he’s naked just inches from me, that he’s prepped and ready…
I don’t fuck men. I’ve never wanted to, but for some reason, the thought of making him whimper and whine beneath me is appealing.
I quite enjoyed the blow job.
Yes, you did. Take it again. He offered. It would only be polite.
My monster is full of logic and reason tonight. I turn on my side, facing away from Neo, hearing his subtle breathing, and I force myself to meditate.
I end up meditating on the way he looked on his knees for me, the way his mouth stretched wide, the little moans and gurgles he gave while he sucked me down.
My eyes squeeze tighter, my breathing growing labored.
My cock aches between my legs, hard and throbbing.
I reach down and squeeze it, a low hiss exhaling from my lungs. Neo shifts beside me, and I tell myself not to. To not go there.
But my hand is already snaking down my pajama bottoms and stroking.
I won’t turn around and let him suck me off. I won’t be fucking him, but a quick release before bed will make this all more palatable. It will allow me to sleep. And I feel like I haven’t slept in a few days.
Or you could let him make it up to you. All that work you did for him. He offered…
I squeeze my cock and grind my teeth, twisting my wrist slightly, feeling the bead of precum smear across my finger.
He’s so close. So eager.
I twist my balls in my hand, arching my hips up slightly for more friction.
I’ve never been an overly horny man. Sex was an obligation, masturbation for stress relief. But for some reason, Neo in my bed, the way he felt gagging on me, makes something light up inside.
A dangerous spark.
Then I feel it—his body pressed against mine, his warm breath against my skin.
“You getting off without me?” he says, his voice low and sleepy.
“No.”
His mouth drags across the nape of my neck, and I shiver slightly, squeezing my aching cock with each breath he takes.