Page 58 of Obsession of the Egoist
A shaky moan hit his sweaty temple, as Kuon reached forward with his upper body. His blind mouth searched for a kiss, as his bottom lip twitched with an unspoken plea. Unable to resist, Yugo ran the tip of his tongue over the seam of Kuon’s lips again, joining their mouths.
“Now, please…” Kuon said in a husky growl, tearing away from the kiss. The sticky precum, fusing together, drenched from their joined fingers to Kuon’s stomach. Their cocks swelled and pulsed as small convulsions took hold of Kuon’s joints. “I really can’t… Yugo…”
The room swam in front of Yugo’s eyes, melting, vaporizing. Heat flooded his core and rose to his throat and his head, shuffling his thoughts. The thick clouds of lust tunneled his vision as all his attention was directed to the powerful squirming body under him. Holding his breath, Yugo thrust his hips forward, fucking their fists.
“Yugo… now…” Kuon panted, digging his fingers in Yugo’s shoulders. Dark red spots popped all over his neck and chest; the same color flooded his face. Opening his mouth, he chased for air, suffocating. His heels stabbed at the back of Yugo’s thighs as his head tossed over the pillow, spewing sweat all over the light blue fabric. His body tensed for a brief moment before the jolts of pleasure rippled through him. He hissed, bit his lip, and hot liquid shot into Yugo’s fist. The grip of his fingers weakened, and he stilled over the soaked sheets.
Yugo’s cock was painfully hard as he smeared the slippery remains of Kuon’s second orgasm over his length. The sensation changed as Kuon’s cock deflated and now he was rubbing his pumped flesh against the immense softness. It took less than a minute before his balls tightened, and every muscle clenched in an agonizingly-sweet spasm.
When the last contraction left his body, he reluctantly got up from the bed, strolled to the bathroom, and fetched a wet towel. When he came back, Kuon was snoring with his limbs spread naked and wide over the crumpled sheets.
THE AIR, DRENCHED WITHfreshness, smelled like rain. Dew flared with the entire spectrum under the bright sun, as the morning birds chirped in the thick, bright foliage. Throwing the occasional glances up to the clear sky, Rick ambled toward the hospital. It wasn’t even eight yet, but he didn’t have the patience to wait any longer, and with his busy schedule, he barely had free hours even in the early morning or late at night. Nodding to the nurse on duty, he passed the elevator and rushed up the fire stairs. Excitement demanded he move, and spending even a minute in a small metal box seemed like torture. On the floor, he froze. The soft smile that had tickled his lips all morning dropped from his face as a security guard, dressed in a black suit, propped up against the door of Kuon’s room.
He shrunk back behind the corner. It took him more than thirty minutes but waiting paid off, as the guard strolled to the bathroom. As soon as his back disappeared behind the door, Rick jogged to Kuon’s private room and flung the door open.
Shock and disappointment stunned him as an invisible vice of frost seized his heart. Two naked men slept on a narrow medical bed their long limbs entwined—the man he loved with his whole heart and the man he loathed with all his soul.
His focus jumped from the handprint bruise on Kuon’s shoulder to the multiple bite marks and hickeys that decorated his torso, then to a huge bruise on Yugo’s cheek, and his clothes that lay over the floor, surrounded by a bunch of scattered buttons.
The older man startled and peeled his eyes open. His sleepy gaze sobered under Rick’s murderous glare. Yugo’s brows rose, as he lifted his head from Kuon’s naked chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but Rick didn’t intend to listen. Eyes burning, he shut the door and rushed back to the staircase. The chaos of his thoughts condensed and swirled, making his head spin. His stomach roiled, and his throat closed up, as a need to vomit the sticky, disgusting jealousy crumpled his muscles. The sight crushed and defeated him, breaking the spine of his hope.
WHY HIM? WHY HIM? WHY HIM?The mourning drums beat in his head as he stumbled out of the hospital. Feeling drunk, he flattened himself against the wall and gulped the thick air. His chest hurt, larynx closed, and temples pulsed with pressure.
I will never accept it. I will never hand Kuon over to him, not in my life. Not to him.Even if I have to kill him…Thinking like this, he closed his eyes, seeking for the inner strength that would allow him to smile in Kuon’s presence again.
FOR A LONG MOMENT, YUGO STAREDat the closed door before he lifted himself off the sleeping Kuon. Placing his feet against the chilly floor, he pulled on his torn clothes and, granting Kuon a long look, he threw a cover over his naked frame before leaving the room. Fishing a cellphone out of his pocket, he dialed Greg.
“Wait for me in the parking lot. I don’t have much time.”
THE SWEET AFTERGLOW OF THE PAST NIGHTwashed Kuon’s blackness in the warm glow of satisfaction. He still felt Yugo’s lips over his body, and the bite marks over his scars throbbed, but even those unpleasant sensations made him happy. He yawned and rolled to the other side.
Sleep fled his body; he jolted upright when the realization hit him. He was alone in the narrow bed.
“Yugo?” he croaked as his voice betrayed him. His pulse spiked as the first shiver of fright sneaked down his spine. The silence aggravated, and to disperse it, he called again, “Yugo!”
Fingers running over the crumpled sheet, found the torn out lace of his hospital gown and a few buttons. Picking up one of them, he fisted it as hard as he could. His chest hitched, as muted laughter shook his body. Growing stronger, it gained power and volume, turning into something unstoppable, uncontrollable, painful.
His hysterical fit stopped as abruptly as it started. Clenching his teeth, he said into the reigning nothingness. “Oh, god, I never learn…”
CHAPTER 15
GREG’S BLACK EYES WIDENED,and he whistled as Yugo got in the car.
“Have anything to say?” Piercing him with a hard stare, Yugo slammed the passenger door closed.
“I can see Kuon’s right hook is still great. How did it go?”
“How do you think it went if I stayed till morning?” Glancing up at the rearview mirror, Yugo hummed and rubbed the blue bruise coloring his left cheekbone. “Did you bring my clothes?”
“Yes, Boss.” Grabbing a garment bag from the shotgun seat, Greg passed it to Yugo. “Gustavo called.”
“Yeah? What does he want?”
“A new batch arrives tomorrow. He wanted to talk through the redistribution between the smaller bands in Bratislava. So he wants to know if there is a change in the current obligations. Also, the Department of Home Affairs wants a sacrifice. Gustavo needs to pick a scapegoat. You know he’s bad with making those kinds of decisions.”
“Tell him to drop by tonight. I don’t have time now. Kuon will wake up soon.”
“Also, payday is coming. The Minister of Defense requested an audience.”
