Page 19 of Havoc
“It’s that,” Lawrence responded, pulling his chin from Remy’s grasp. “The way you say things, causes me to do things and respond in ways I didn’t even know I could. I don’t…I don’t know if I like it.”
Remy didn’t say anything for a moment. He could understand that. He could, and he wished Lawrence would have just talked to him about it. He wasn’t sure if the other man realized that some part of him liked it because here they were, because Lawrence had shown up when he could have gone back to ignoring him.
It wasn’t the first time something like that happened. Remy understood the contrast between how he was inside and outside of the bedroom could be significant to some. He was aware of the demanding dominance that overtook him behind closed doors, but it was never without absolute pleasure to his partners.
Some could deal with it immediately because it was what they wanted, what they liked unfiltered. However, there were others it wasn’t for, and they’d gone their separate ways with no issues. Then there was Lawrence, who probably tended to give more than he received. It would be a completely new experience for him.
“You’re here. That should answer the questions filtering through your mind at least a bit,” Remy told him.
Lawrence nodded after a moment. “You’re right.” He paused. “I would like to see the mirror in your bedroom.”
Remy knewwhat he was really asking. “No,” he responded.
“Wait, what?”
“You thought I was going to reward you for ignoring me?” Remy licked his lower lip before smirking at Lawrence. “That’s cute.”
“Then why are you dressed like that? It’s practically male lingerie.”
Remy leaned in and pecked Lawrence on the lips. It was a brief kiss before he stood. He watched as the other man licked his lips, eyes on the crotch of Remy’s sweats.
He slid his finger under Lawrence’s chin and tipped his head back to look at him. “This is a reminder of what you won’t get if we go through this again.” Remy left the living room and entered his kitchen. “Now, have you eaten?” Lawrence shook his head, and Remy nodded, deciding to make them something quick.
He needed to get away from Lawrence for a few minutes before he was tempted to bypass the mirror and take him over the back of the couch.
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Remy chose a watch from the display in his closet, slipping it on before grabbing a simple gold chain. As he clasped it around his neck, he left the closet, stopping in front of the mirror that he now associated with fucking Lawrence in front of each time he saw it.
He looked himself over, taking in his red and black shirt, the sleeves he’d left unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows. He’d opted for black jeans and finished the ensemble with whiteChristian Louboutinsneakers. Remy was taking Lawrence out, and he’d allowed the other man to choose where they would go.
Grabbing his wallet, Remy placed it in his back pocket before picking up his phone and leaving his bedroom. Lawrence texted him earlier with his address after Remy told him he didn’t mind picking him up.
Once in his car, Remy plugged the address into his GPS, discovering that the other man lived only fifteen minutes from him. He was sure the drive would be longer due to Saturday night traffic.
When Lawrence came to his condo last night, Remy would be lying if he said keeping his hands off the other man had been easy. Throughout the night, Lawrence tried several times to get Remy to give in and give him what he wanted. Any other time, Remy would have given him exactly what he asked for and more, but last night was punishment.
Remy allowed Lawrence’s touches, his soft kisses, and the heated gazes he threw Remy’s way, but before he could do much more, take it much further. Remy would always stop him. He knew that Lawrence had been frustrated. Even more so a little after midnight when Remy had sent him home.
Normally, he would have allowed Lawrence to stay, shared his bed with him, teased him, and punished him a bit more. However, Remy hadn't been sure that he wouldn't eventually give in, that he wouldn't, in the middle of the night, find himself deep inside Lawrence.
Punishment was far from Remy’s mind tonight. He'd woken up that morning from a sensual dream starring Lawrence, his dick harder than it should have been. At that point, Remy realized he was punishing himself and decided that a night was enough punishment for them both. Tonight, he would give Lawrence what he wanted, but Remy would make him ask for it.
As suspected, due to traffic, Remy pulled into Lawrence's apartment complex's parking lot twenty-five minutes later. Getting out of his car, he went inside and up to the third floor, checking the numbers until he came to Lawrence’s door.
Knocking, he waited for the other man to open the door. While he did, a woman stepped out of the apartment next door, a bag of trash in her hand, and she halted when she saw him. Remy didn't miss how she looked him over, and when her eyes came up to his, he lifted a brow at her.
She looked ashamed momentarily at being caught checking him out, but Remy didn't understand why, considering she was doing it again, not even a second later.
The door opened, and Remy turned to find Lawrence looking at him before the other man's eyes shifted to his neighbor. He didn't miss the slight tick in Lawrence’s jaw, and when his eyes came back to Remy, Lawrence rose slightly on his toes and kissed him. Remy kept the smirk from his face as they pulled apart.
“I'm almost ready,” Lawrence informed as he stepped back, allowing Remy in and closing the door. “Have a seat. I'll be out in a minute.”
“Take your time,” Remy responded as he looked Lawrence over.
He wore a black and white striped button-up that he rolled up to his forearms. The top two buttons were left undone, and a simple necklace hung around his neck. He’d tucked the shirt into black jeans, rolled to his ankles.
Remy sat on the couch, his eyes studying the different paintings on the walls. He wondered if Alijah had painted them all, but he only saw her signature or the signature he recognized as hers on two.
