Page 37 of Euphoria
She nods. “Yeah.”
I tsk. “My little deer, you should’ve listened because once I’m all healed up and we marry you, I’m going to take your body right there on the altar. I wonder if Bowie will join then? Would you like that, baby? We’re going to show you what dependency looks like. You’ll check into fucking rehab because we fucked you so good, but the 12-step program is no help for you, darling, no fucking help because I’m that good. You’ll worship this addiction and crave for this high because we will, no scratch that, are your only source of living left. I’m going to make you sob when I take you from behind. I’ll give it to you good and rough. What did I say I’ll do?” I ask her.
“You’ll give it to me rough and good,” she answers and I pump harder, faster, making myself cum.
“Now, this is the only time I’ll ever give you this option. Leave or come clean me up with your tongue.” I bite my lip, hoping she walks away. Leave, Bambi. I smile when she turns away and leaves instead of coming to do exactly what I said. “Oh, my Bambi.”
* * *
Bambi
Leave or come clean me up with your tongue… Phoenix’s words play for the umpteenth time in my head. It’s only been 15 minutes since I practically ran out of the room instead of doing what he asked.
It may seem like I have some strength doing so, but really, I had to dig deep for it. Watching Phoenix pleasure himself is like art. He’s so beautiful to look at. A perfect masterpiece with a flawed personality. One that I’ve been craving since I kissed him at the gallery. I shudder, wondering why the hell I told Sasha I needed a couple weeks off. She was nice enough to give me that. Maybe she heard about what happened to Phoenix. Needing some strength, I grab my phone and call Bowie. I don’t think he’ll pick up, but whatever. I sigh and on the last ring; I go to hang up, but I hear a hello.
“I didn’t think you’d pick up,” I say to him.
“You realize you think so negatively of us even though we didn’t leave, right?” Bowie bites back.
I’m not offended, I’m on high alert. I look at my phone screen and press the video call. Bowie doesn’t hesitate as he picks up. He’s bare chested and his head is resting on the pillow. He just looks at me but says nothing. I smile at him. “I miss you too, you know?”
Bowie can’t even keep his anger in place as he smiles brightly. “I don’t like how you know me so well.”
I smirk. “The feeling is mutual, sir, but I will say that this knowing each other helps us out, no?”
He nods and his wet hair falls out of place; he pushes it out of his face. I sigh as I stare at him. “You’re staring, Bambi,” he says.
I smile. “I know.”
“A penny for your thoughts?”
I tilt my head, remembering that’s how he coaxed out a lot of information out of me. I grin. “I’d tell you for free,” I say back to him.
He groans as he runs his hand over his face and when he looks at again, his voice has dropped an octave. “What is it?” Bowie’s voice is one of the best nonphysical features about him. The sandpapery voice of his makes you want to give in to whatever he says.
“You remind me of the young boy that I knew. The Bowie Richard Hanlon that the rest of the world thought was big and bad, but only a select few knew the real him. The one who cared about what others thought, the one who loved so hard and even forgave those who did him wrong. The one that even though the world tried to taint, it never took all of him. That’s the boy you remind me of right now.”
Bowie bites his bottom lip and says nothing for a minute. I don’t mind the silence but it’s the way he looks at me. He’s always been the king of intense looks and there’s nowhere else I could look even if I wanted to. I watch him as his chest rises and falls. I know him so well, but I can’t take my eyes off him. I get a confirmation of what he’s doing as he groans again. “Fuck, baby, I can see everything you want to say to me through those precious eyes of yours.”
God, what am I going to do? Can I survive these two grown men? Everything goes silent for me as I stare into Bowie’s eyes while he pleases himself. He doesn’t need to show me because his gaze alone can do that. I shudder. “Bambi!” Phoenix yells my name and I jump, releasing a moan, throwing my head back as I cum.
Bowie follows and chuckles. “Fuck, baby, you’re so ready for us, aren’t you? One look and a yell of your name is all it takes for us… Damn, I can’t wait to be inside you again. Go to Phoenix and take care of him. Be good and love you, baby. Tell Nix, I’m going to call him later to check on him.”
“Okay…” I say out of breath. “I love you too.”
After hanging up and cleaning myself up in the spare bathroom, Phoenix calls my name again. “Bambi,” I go to him because I don’t like the sound of his voice.
I stand and walk to the room but stop in the doorway. “Need something?” I ask him.
Phoenix doesn’t look so good. His face is paler, and he looks like he just got stabbed all over again. “Yeah…” he replies. “Can you get me a glass of water or bottle or something? I need,” Phoenix groans and I jump into action.
I run to the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and running back to his room. I rush over to his side, dropping the water bottle on the night table. I grab his face in my hands, checking him over. “Okay, you’re not running too hot, so I don’t think it’s a fever, but you don’t look good, Phoenix. I think I need to call Dr. Nash.”
Phoenix scoffs. “I just need to sleep it off. They’ve stabbed me one too many times, I know what this is… exhaustion,” he answers and I stare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Bams.” He says.
“Like what?” I ask while I smooth his hair out of his face.
He shuts his eyes, leaning into my touch. This Phoenix right here, this version of him, is why I fell in love back in high school. No one else besides Bowie and I have ever seen him so vulnerable but he allowed himself to be this way, in front of me again. “Lie down with me.”
