Page 18 of Obsession of the Egoist
“Relax.”
Something full and soft brushed against Kuon’s knees before two hands slipped up his thighs, and someone settled between his legs.
“What the hell?” Instinctively, Kuon shrunk back, flattening his spine against the backrest. His hands struggled to unclasp the vice of Gray’s arms. “Gray, let go of me!”
Gray didn’t.
“You’re frustrated, aren’t you? No wonder. I bet it’s been forever since you slept with a woman.” Kuon’s zipper vibrated against his groin, and hot breath washed over his abdomen.
“What do you think you are doing? It’s not funny. Gray, stop it right now!”
“Just relax and enjoy. Consider it a gift,” Gray murmured, pleased with himself. A female, amused hum warmed Kuon’s pubis. A slim hand touched his abdomen and snuck up under his shirt and over his chest; another one tugged the waistband of his trunks down. His every cell rebelled; he released Gray’s wrists to grab the woman’s hands, but the icy fingers intercepted his forearms, forcing them up and back, behind his head. “Let Chloe help you relax. The world will be a brighter place after you cum, you’ll see.”
“Are you fucking for real?” Kuon asked incredulously and tried to get up. “Let me go! Fuck off, or I’ll kick her!”
“You’re overreacting.”
“Am I? You brought me a whore!”
“Don’t be rude. Chloe isn’t a prostitute, she is an escort.”
“It’s the same!”
“No, she takes money for her company. She doesn’t have to have sex. Anyway, we’re all concerned, Kuon. The life you lead isn’t healthy. The doctor said you only willingly go to the gym. You never socialize, never relax. You’re tense, depressed, and clearly frustrated. That’s why I’m here. That’s why Chloe came.” Gray’s breath warmed Kuon’s left cheek. His body tensed, and he sucked air in, as the soft hotness of a mouth engulfed his cock.
Blood slammed into Kuon’s head, bringing back long-forgotten humiliation. His heart drummed against his ribs as the memories of Yugo’s touch reincarnated in his mind. Vivid. Palpable. The mouth of a woman became Yugo’s, and the steel of Gray’s hands became the leather restraints that held him to the bed. Sinking a canine tooth into his bottom lip, Kuon tried to clear his head with pain.
“Ughm…” Kuon refused to admit that there were grains of truth in Gray’s words. His body reacted even though he was pissed.
“That’s it. Good boy,” Gray murmured when Kuon’s fingers crumpled the lapels of his jacket and slipped up to his neck. He didn’t stop Kuon from cupping the back of his head and fisting his hair.
Shuddering under the flick of the tongue, Kuon swayed right before he faced his brother and crashed his forehead against Gray’s. The powerful impact rang in his ears, and Gray’s hands unclasped, releasing him. Pushing the woman aside, Kuon got up and zipped his jeans. “Get the fuck out and take your ‘gift’ with you.”
“That was rude…” Gray wheezed, his husky voice drenching with pain.
“Go to hell.”
“Stop being stubborn. I’m just trying to help.”
“Help?” A burst of brief, sharp laughter scratched Kuon’s throat. “How? By bringing me a hooker? You think that will solve my problems?”
“Chloe isn’t a hooker. She is a high-class escort. She is smart and beautiful. She speaks four languages.”
“Yet, she is here to sell herself.”
“She is clean if that’s what concerns you, and she kindly agreed to stay with you and keep you company for as long as it takes, so don’t be rude and ungrateful!”
“Ungrateful?” Kuon repeated the word, tasting it on his tongue. “I’m out of here… Trusting you was a mistake.”
“Out? Where? This is the best place for you right now. Where do you think you can possibly go?”
“Anywhere. Austrian clinics aren’t bad. My insurance is intact, so is my disability pension. I can get treated anywhere. Rick will help me settle if I ask him.”
“Rick… Go ahead, be a liability to your friend. You didn’t cause him enough problems, did you?” Sarcasm poisoned Gray’s voice. “You’re acting like a spoiled kid.”
“Lia…bility?” A single word punched the air out of his lungs. He opened his mouth to repeat the word, but couldn’t.
“Well, aren’t you? You skip Orientation and Mobility classes as well as Independent Living Skills. It means you can’t wipe your own ass, and he would have to babysit you twenty-four/seven.”
