Page 27 of Touch In Excess

He moved from the right side to the left, tugging down there, feeling half-drunk on Rami’s moans. His fingers pulled a little harder, and then he saw the edges of ink on his skin.

“Tattoo?”

He looked up in time to see Rami nod his fist. ‘Yes.’

“May I see it?”

Rami hesitated, then shrugged and shifted to the side. His fingers tugged on the button of his jeans, though he left the zipper up, but it was just enough space to pull it down and expose the image there.

A snake. No. Several snakes.

No. Not several snakes. A very famous Gorgon.

Skye’s heart began to beat hard in his chest when the face of Medusa appeared because he recognized that exact tattoo. A lean, muscular body appeared behind his eyelids the second he closed them. Strong, thin fingers on both hands gripping two cocks.

In the video Avan had shown him, the Medusa’s head danced with the way the man’s hips rocked. His cocks—one slightly smaller than the other—were thick and throbbing. Skye hadn’t waited around to see the conclusion, but that didn’t matter. He’d seen enough.

His head was spinning as he sat back, and he realized the shock of it had triggered a vertigo spell.

“Fuck,” he gasped. It felt like someone had knocked his feet out from under him. His hand flailed, grabbing for the cushion as he lay backward, then flung the crook of his arm over his eyes.

“S-skye,” Rami stammered, his words thick.

“Vertigo.” He took several deep breaths. “Sorry. I need to take my hearing aids out, but I won’t be able to look at you for a minute.”

Rami’s tender fingers brushed through Skye’s hair. They were careful as they plucked the molds from his ear canals, and the sudden absence of sound overwhelmed him. His head spun harder for a beat, and then slowly—breath by breath—his eyes began to still, and the world stopped hurtling around him.

Skye felt Rami’s fingers slip under his and form into a closed fist. AnS. His name?

“I’m okay,” Skye said. His voice felt thick in the back of his throat, and he always struggled when he couldn’t hear himself.

Was he speaking too loud? Too soft? Tongue too heavy?

Rami didn’t seem to care either way. He just held him until Skye felt brave enough to open his eyes. Everything was settled again—except the raging hurricane of realization in his chest. There was a chance that he’d got it wrong. That Rami was not the man from the video.

But he immediately remembered Avan’s words from that morning before he’d gone on his run. “His whole thing is he’s a virgin.”

Shit. The coincidences were too strong, and as much as Skye thought he should leave it alone, he knew he had to ask.

He sat up slowly, making sure everything was going to stay still, and then he looked at Rami, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

‘Did I do something?’ Rami asked.

Skye started to shake his head, but he wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not. Rami hadn’t done anything. Not directly. It was Skye’s own wonky head that reacted the way it did. And he did not begrudge Rami his secret. Skye had been planning on keeping his own for a little while, and it was only the fact that Rami had recognized Avan that his cover was blown.

But he was a little hurt Rami hadn’t trusted him. Was that fair? Maybe. Maybe not. They’d been on two dates and had been talking for two weeks. It wasn’t a lifetime, and neither of them had made each other promises.

But the fact remained that Skye felt something deep and profound, and he was starting to doubt now whether or not Rami felt the same way.

‘What’s wrong?’ Rami asked.

Skye knew it was probably all over his face. He took a breath and then reached for Rami’s hip. His fingers brushed over the part of the tattoo that was still exposed. ‘Do you have a FANCORE?’ He spelled the last word.

Rami startled and pulled back. His gaze flickered down to where Skye was still touching him, and then his eyes went wide with the realization. His hand slapped over his tattoo, and his mouth opened and shut. Skye wasn’t sure if he was speaking or not, but if he was, it was too low for his better ear to pick up.

“I’m not judging,” Skye said aloud. “But…there was this video of a man who has two?—”

Rami stood up before Skye could finish his sentence. He stared around wildly, panicked, and then before Skye could say another word, he bolted for the door.

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