Chapter 12
Sugar
Sugar waited for the elevator, growing more impatient by the second. At last, the doors opened, and Gunner spilled out, landing flat on his back. Sugar leaned over him and stared.
“Are you going to lie there all night?”
“N-no, I mean, h-hi,” he stammered. “Nice to meet you, I’m Gunner Wilkes,” he paused for a gasp, “you’re S-sugar, right?”
The audacity to be so fucking precious.
“Correct.” He offered Gunner a hand and yanked him to his feet. “It’s nice to meet you too, Gunner Wilkes.”
The smell of sex rushed to Sugar’s nose—Horatio and Snake had left their essences on Gunner’s body after what he could only assume was a decadent threesome.
Jealousy bit deep, but he couldn’t direct his ire at Gunner.
Sugar sensed that this young man had little sexual experience, but longed for more.
Sugar was eager to give him more.
He waved off Horatio and Snake. “Get lost.”
“No hello for me?” Horatio asked.
“Go check the cockpit. Meridian left you a note.” A lie, but Sugar figured he’d butt in soon enough to make it the truth.
“Let’s see what your evil friend has to say.” Snake tugged Horatio’s sleeve, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Do you need me to stick around, Gunner?”
“I’m good.” He smiled warmly at Horatio. “Buy me a beer later?”
Horatio hesitated long enough to confirm Sugar’s suspicion: something was definitely happening here. Gunner rubbed a tiny vial against his bottom lip as he watched the pair walk away, slouching as if trying to disappear.
“Don’t move. I need to get a good look at you.” Sugar circled him, calculating his measurements while admiring the view. “I can’t wait to rip your clothes off… and chuck them into the incinerator. Yikes.”
“Yeah, I’m a mess.” His blush made Sugar melt.
“Let’s see what the boys think.” Sugar whistled, and the crew appeared, looking fierce and dazzling. “Gentlemen, meet Gunner. Today’s his birthday.”
“Happy Birthday, Gunner,” they chorused.
“This is Suki, Saki, Seven, Stiles, Slash, Spinner, and Six. We’re the crew.”
Gunner averted his eyes. Was he terrified or stunned by their beauty?
“Do you have a problem with us or something?” Suki asked with extra vitriol.
“Who could have a problem with you guys? I mean, you’re all so chic and put together.” Gunner took a breath. “And smokin’ hot. I mean, like, stupid smokin’ hot.”
Oh, honey, the sweet, dirty things we’re going to do to you.
“Boys, what do we do to men who objectify us based on our physical appearance?” Sugar asked, arms folded.
“Everything!” they roared.
The crew advanced. Gunner closed his eyes as if expecting a firing squad. Sugar let him squirm for a bit, and then cupped his face. “Look at me.”
He opened those dark chocolate eyes, and Sugar almost swooned. He kissed his plump lips. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
Suki laughed. “Baby boy, we’re going to do anything but.”
“Come on.” Sugar took Gunner’s hand. “You’re in for a treat.”
“I think he’s the treat,” Stiles said.
His angst over Snake was temporarily replaced by excitement. Sugar and the crew loved giving men luxurious makeovers, but this one was extra special. Gunner’s sweet humility made them all ravenous.
Inside the spa, Sugar took off his suit jacket. “Time to get naked.”
Clothing scattered as the shower warmed up. Sugar finished undressing but hung back, mind reeling. Suki sidled up beside him. “Something’s bothering you, and I’ve already assumed Slayer is the culprit.”
“Yes and no. It’s complicated.”
“Ugh. I hate complicated.” He hugged Sugar tight. “We’ll talk later. For now, let’s get our hands all over that cutie. You were right. He’s delicious.”
Sugar turned his attention to their guest of honor.
Pressed against the tile—head thrown back, eyes shut, mouth open—Gunner gasped in pleasure.
Lips teased both nipples. Two pairs of hands lathered up his erect cock, while another worked body wash into his sac.
Sugar knew Seven was behind him, giving a soapy finger fuck. He slid in among the throng.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked Gunner.
“I died, right? I died and this is heaven.”
“We’re more demon than divine, but you are heavenly.” Sugar kissed Gunner’s lips, tasted his mouth, and felt his tongue push back. Eager. Hungry. No wonder Horatio was acting so—wait. He could get back at Horatio and Snake if he made Gunner his own.
Don’t you dare. This one is off-limits. He’s pure. He’s real.
Sugar stepped aside so Suki could claim a kiss and stroked a loofah over Gunner’s body. He needed to get a fucking grip. Being obsessed with Snake was out of character enough. He wouldn’t allow his misery to make him a monster.
“You guys need to see this.” Seven placed a teakwood bench in the center of the shower stall and coaxed Gunner to bend over it. “I’ve found Nirvana, boys. Have you ever seen a more delectable butt?”
A chorus of gasps erupted. Gunner shook with laughter—bubbly giggles that morphed into a delighted sigh when Seven took his first lick. The way he pushed back told Sugar this wasn’t his first rim job. Surely, Horatio tasted that tender bud first.
“My turn. Move!” Stiles smacked Seven’s ass.
Sugar relished the sight of his friends taking turns and flinging filthy banter like confetti. Without this Humerian support system, he’d have lost his mind decades ago. Yes, they all rode Snake’s pole, but they were honest about it.
“He’s so sweet.”
“And such a good moaner. I love a good moaner.”
“He gets ticklish when your tongue goes deep. It’s adorable.”
“Did you bite his ass cheek?”
“Only a nibble.”
“Let’s make him come.”
The crew upped the ante, stroking Gunner’s cock in turns while continuing their group rim job. Stiles pushed Sugar forward. “Go on. You haven’t tasted that sweet ass yet.”
Gunner’s ass was indeed nirvana. Sugar kneaded his firm glutes, nipped each cheek, and moved between them.
Long laps up and down his velvet crevasse.
Lazy circles around his tight rim. After gentle prodding, Gunner relaxed and allowed him to go deeper.
Someone guided Sugar’s hand to his cock—thick, hard, and begging for release.
“Finish him off,” Seven whispered.
It didn’t take long for Sugar to push Gunner over the edge.
“Oh, fuuuck.” Body wracked in spasms. Sugar felt him melt into the kind of ecstasy only a group of Humerians could provide. He hung his head, breathing hard. “You guys are amazing.”
“It’s a gift.” Sugar passed out robes and helped Gunner into his. “It’s time for the makeover part of the festivities.”
While the crew gathered supplies, Sugar led Gunner to a vintage-style barber’s chair. “Stirrups?” He took a step back. “What are those for?”
“You’ll find out.” Stiles handed Gunner a glass, which he drained immediately. After the last sip of Stiles’ famous concoction, his color returned.
“Wow. That rehydrated my entire body.”
“My special brew,” Stiles said. “Various herbal teas and a magic ingredient. If you drink too much, you’ll pass out.” He refilled it halfway. “But this much more will give you a delightfully smooth buzz.”
Moments later, Gunner burst into laughter, obviously high. Sugar shampooed his hair while Suki fed him chunks of fresh fruit between kisses. Stiles placed his feet in the metal stirrups. When he tried to peek, Sugar put a hand on his chest. “Just a little manscaping.”
“And we’ve perfected the art of waxing.” Stiles opened Gunner’s robe. “You won’t feel a thing.”
“Wax?” Gunner asked. “You know, I think I’m good.”
Suki stuffed a huge strawberry into Gunner’s mouth, which resembled a ball gag when he bit into it. “Mmm, honey, I’m getting ideas. Don’t we have handcuffs in the storage room?”
Gunner’s eyes threatened to pop from their sockets.
“All finished,” Stiles said. “You can stop distracting him now, Suki.”
“Who said I was distracting him?” Suki unleashed a maniacal cackle.
“Soft as a kitten.” Stiles stroked Gunner’s sac. “Check my work, Sugar.”
Sugar didn’t break eye contact with Gunner while groping between his legs. “Fantastic job as always, Stiles.” He and Suki exchanged glances. “Should we?”
“Yes.” Suki tapped Gunner’s perineum. “Right here.”
“What are you going to do, guys?” Gunner struggled to look down. “Guys?”
After a brief struggle, two silver rings dangled from Gunner’s taint. Sugar held up a mirror to show him. “Aren’t they pretty?”
Suki fingered the hoops. “Guaranteed to make Horatio lose his mind.”
Gunner grinned. “I didn’t know you could put piercings there.” He tilted his head at the reflection. “I like them.”
They primped Gunner until he glowed. Sugar trimmed his hair into a more natural shape. Suki braided a few slim sections and adorned them with silver beads. A swipe of eyeliner and a touch of lip gloss completed the transformation.
“He looks fantastic!” Seven gushed. “But he needs earrings.” He pointed to one of Gunner’s lobes. “They were pierced before. What happened?”
“Being broke happened.”
“He doesn’t need another thing. He’s glorious!” Suki raised an eyebrow. “Let’s eat him out until he comes again.”
“Later, Suki. The poor baby is starving. I’ll take it from here.” The boys blew Gunner kisses as they sauntered off, carrying their clothes. Sugar dabbed at a corner of Gunner’s mouth. “You’re drooling.”
Gunner flushed. “Sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Lusting over us? We just hate that.” Sugar lowered the chair. “Close your eyes and follow me. No peeking.”
He led Gunner to the dressing area and sat him facing away from the mirrors.
After choosing the perfect outfit, he helped Gunner dress: brown pants in the softest leather, matching knee-high boots, a snug vanilla Henley topped off with a chocolate suede coat.
Just because he deserved them, Sugar added thumbprint-sized hoops to Gunner’s ears.
The brown diamond dangle charms matched his eyes.
“And your necklace.” Sugar took his time untucking the pendant, relishing every second of contact. “The perfect touch.” He couldn’t help but salivate over his luscious creation. “Take a look. Tell me what you see.”
The reveal was Sugar’s favorite part: watching a man behold himself in dazzling, imperfect perfection. Fashion, hair, makeup—he and the crew simply highlighted what was already there. Most men had enough ego to accept an update without a fuss. Gunner, on the other hand, looked stunned.
“Is that… me?”
This poor boy doesn’t have a clue.
“What do you think?”
Gunner stroked one sleeve of his duster. “This is real suede, isn’t it? But where does it come from?”
“Cattle. We have agriculture out here in the wild universe.” It took every ounce of self-restraint not to drag Gunner off to the nearest bed for the sweetest of all cuddle fucks.
His shy smile tried to weaken that restraint. “My next invention will be a device that lets me rewind my mouth.”
Just bend me over and fuck me already.
“You like the clothes?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve never worn anything this nice. I feel bougie.” He moved closer to the mirror and held his hair back. “Make that super bougie.”
“You deserve extravagance.” Sugar put a hand against Gunner’s back. “Tell me how you look right now.”
“Taller.”
“I see a stunning young man who needs to embrace his beauty.”
“I’m not sure how.”
“Learn.”
“I’ll try.” He gave Sugar a soft, shy kiss. “Thank you.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
Sugar left him with a bowl of fruit and slipped inside the dressing room. Shrugging off the robe, he faced the mirror.
Fuck, I even look defeated.
A fresh suit, taller heels, a dab of gloss on his lips, nipples, and cockhead—Sugar managed to elevate himself to slightly above miserable. He turned to admire his dick in profile. Walking around with it exposed never grew old. Besides, it drove Snake wild.
Snake.
Sugar winced at the fresh jab to his ego. Gunner’s makeover provided a nice distraction, but reality waited. He was about to escort him to the kitchen when all hell broke loose.
“Warning, warning!” a feminine robotic voice announced. “The system has been compromised.” Sirens wailed.
Sugar growled.
Meridian had struck again.