Page 3 of Blaze & Ajax

His thick, hot cock, bitter with pre-cum, slides into my mouth. He pushes it all the way in until it hits the back of my throat, and his pubes tickle my nose. I gag and drool, but I breathe through it. It’s all for him. I want to choke for him. He iseverythingto me.

He fists my hair tightly and thrusts, making me gag again.

“You are such a good boy, my blaze. Look how much you love me to own you. Look how good you take my cock. Beautiful.”

A shudder travels through my body as the memory bubble bursts. It filled me with a surge of anger at my loss and being without him, despite him betraying me.

Cueball jutted his chin in greeting when I arrived. His intelligent amber eyes focused on me as if he could read my damn mind. He always gave that vibe. It’d been weird at first, like he saw into my very soul, but then I craved him to be mine, needing to be owned again.

For two fucking years, I’d had a crush on him. Eventually, I gave up. Cueball had no interest in me, or anyone, for that matter. It was futile even to try. Still, only he could keep me in my place and from spiraling into my anger and recklessness. Sometimes I even acted up just to have Cueball set me straight. It was all I could hope for.

I stood next to him, lit a smoke, and watched the skateboarders do their tricks. Stone was there with his new boyfriend, Stix. The two couldn’t have been more different. I didn’t fucking get it. Stone had hated Stix for the longest time,and because Stone was a friend, I had hated Stix, too. But suddenly, they were fucking, and Stix was hands-off.

I dug into my pocket and pulled out three hundred and fifty bucks, handing it to Cueball, who’d pay our rent. We used to share the place with Stone, but now Stone lived with Stix and Stix’s mom and sister.

“When are you going to get a real job?” Cueball said.

I took a long drag off my smoke. “Never.”

“You can’t deal forever.”

“I can and I will. No one’s going to fucking hire me, anyway.”

“You end up in jail, I’m not bailing you out.”

“What the fuck ever. I never asked you to do shit for me.” I didn’t know why I bothered to lie. He always read me like a book.

He pinned me with a hard amber stare. “Is that what you think?”

No. “Yep,” I said out loud instead.

“I could make you stop.”

I inwardly shuddered with visions of me on my knees for him, which I shut right the fuck down. It would never happen.

“Not stopping. I’ll need to be desperate to find a job, forced to work with people I fucking hate.”

While that was partially true, what I really wanted was to challenge his words. To dare him to try to make me stop. He was the only one I knew who could give me what I needed, but he refused to, and I didn’t know how to find someone else who would.

Movement by the front door caught my eye as soon as three dudes walked in who were friends with Stix. Because Stone was a part of Stix’s life, Cueball and I were forced to befriend them, too. I didn’t mind Pippin and Nacho so much. They kept to themselves mostly, skating or fawning over each other. Most importantly, they left me the hell alone.

Following behind them was Ajax. Tall and moody, with dark brown hair and eyes that matched.

It was Ajax who I hated the most.

Fucking hell.

Why did Blaze have to be here? He wasalwaysfucking here, hanging out with Cueball, and he didn’t even skate. Ever since Stix and Stone started dating, I had to put up with Blaze, who was also Stone’s friend. Fuck knew why anyone put up with him.

Who in the hell would like such a prick? Blaze was an asshole, through and through. He had absolutely no redeeming qualities. It was a wonder he had any friends at all.

My hands clenched, and I practically bounced off the walls, itching to beat the fuck out of him for simply breathing the same air and existing in thesame space as me.

No one fucked with my friends. No one. When Blaze tossed a full can of beer at Stix, who had been skating, it forced him to crash and injure himself. It took several of my friends to hold me back and keep from fucking killing Blaze. Stix suffered from an arthritic disease and the last thing he needed was a serious injury.

The only thing that calmed me the hell down that day was Stone punching Blaze in the face. I hadn’t understood why at the time, since Stone couldn’t stand Stix, either, only to learn later that Stone had been crushing on Stix and resented him for it. So damn weird, but whatever.

Stone’s hate toward Stix was internal shit. My hate toward Blaze was pure loathing. No crush here. It hadn’t only been what he’d done to Stix, but his overall arrogant vibe, like he was fucking better than everyone else.

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