Page 97 of Cupcake

“What are you going to show me?” Stryker sounded excited.

Well, he had warned the boy.

Gavin moved the phone away from his ear for enough time to yank his muscle shirt off. He knew he looked good with his washboard abs and muscular chest.

Stryker choked on the other end of the line.

“You okay there, boy?” Gavin taunted.

“Fine.” Stryker cleared his throat.

“I warned you about eating all that junk food,” Gavin said.

“Chicken nuggets are not junk food!” Stryker sounded scandalized. “They are part of a balanced diet.”

“You need to eat your vegetable, so you’ll grow up big and strong.”

“Make me eat my vegetables,” Stryker challenged.

“Oh, my little nugget, I’m going to make you eat much more than your vegetables,” Gavin warned. He turned to lean against the cloth-covered bike he’d been headed to.

There was a beat of silence.

“All you have to do is show yourself,” Gavin told him. He might be pushing things a little bit, but Gavin was ready to stop playing the game. Gavin wanted his hands on the mysteriousmasked biker with an obsession with hacking. Although, if he was breaking into Gavin’s security system, Stryker wouldn’t be getting into any more trouble.

“You wanna see my face?” Stryker asked.

“I don’t need to see your face,” Gavin responded with a wicked grin at the camera in the corner. With his free hand, he trailed his fingers down his chest to hover along his black leather belt. “Unless there’s something you want to see in exchange.”

The whimper might have been soft, but Gavin still heard it.

“What was that, boy?” Gavin questioned. He pulled out the end of his belt, letting it hang open.

“Yes,” Stryker hissed.

“More?” Gavin pushed. He flicked the button open.

“Don’t stop!”

Gavin clucked his tongue, informing Stryker of his disappointment. “That’s not how we ask for what we want.”

Stryker huffed. “Please don’t stop.”

Moving the phone away once again, Gavin put the call on speaker. He set the phone on the cabinet beside him before minimizing the screen and opening another.

“I said please,” Stryker told him.

“Yes, you did.” Gavin gave his attention back to his boy. Arching his back, he made sure his pierced nipples were visible. “Are you sure that you want me to show you?”

“I’m sure. I’m so fucking sure.”

“Language, boy,” Gavin growled. “Bad boys don’t get treats.”

“I’ll be so good for you.”

That was what Gavin wanted to hear. He lowered the zipper of his jeans while running his right hand over his own nipple. He pinched his nub while thrusting his hips forward.

Gavin’s erection was visible under the tight denim. His cock hard from his teasing of the boy and himself. Gavin wanted to give them both what they had been craving, but he also knew it would send the boy running. Gavin needed the boy to come to him, not run away.

“You like what you see so far?”

“Is…is it just your nipples pierced?” Stryker asked. “Do you have…any more piercings?”

“You mean like my dick? Maybe I should show you?”

“That’s a good idea! Wonderful idea! You’re so smart.” Stryker’s voice rose.

“I’ll show you everything you want to see, boy,” Gavin promised. “Come and get me.” Reaching over, he hit the screen on his phone where he’d brought up his security system. He cut the feed.

Pushing off the bike and laughing, Gavin knew if that little display didn’t bring the boy to him, nothing would. And Gavin had plans to give Stryker everything that the boy needed. The trap was set.

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