Page 66 of Jace
I smile, loving the way he’s absolutely crazy about her. He might be sort of an idiot most of the time, but he’s a lovable idiot.
“But anyway, you into the D now, bro? Switching sides, yeah?” He slams Tyler on his back, and–
“Omifuckinggod,” I bellow out in pain, grabbing my groin while Tyler hastily steps back, afterfucking kneeing me in the sack. “Oh fuck!” My voice sounds shrill. “What the hell, dude?”
“Oh shit,” Tyler swears, looking at me sheepishly as I do my best not to pass out, sliding down the wall to the floor, making myself as small as possible against it as I hold on to my dick for dear life, gasping like a moron. “I didn’t mean to knee you.”
They’re both having identical grimaces of phantom pain on their stupid fuck ass faces while I’m wheezing, dying, because duh, we all know the agony of having someone whack your sack.
“I thought you started to like my dick,” I push out between my teeth, shuddering. “This is a sure way to kill any fucking boner.”
“I’m sorry, It’s Lamar's fault really.”
I glare at them, but try to catch my breath at the same time. “Not–” I shudder. “Not your fault. Fuck you both.”
“Shit,” he grits out and lowers his big body beside me, laying a big hand on my head, concern in his eyes. “Lamar?” He throws over his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Get the fuck out.”
“Sjeez. One little kiss and he’s more important than me? Nice to know where my place is at.”
Tyler lifts his middle finger, and Lamar cackles as he takes his leave, door slamming closed again behind him, leaving us in the semi-dark, sitting side by side now on the floor. I’m still holding my dick though because fuck, that hurt.
“Sorry about that,” Tyler says again, nudging me with his shoulder.
“Yeah, it felt better when you were grinding all over it instead of kneeing it.”
He actually shudders at that, and I slant my head, looking him over, trying to figure out where his mind is at, searching for any kind of hesitation or God, disgust.
But it isn’t there. The only thing I see is wonder.
And heat, so much fucking heat.
“So,” I say, nudging him back.
He gives a short laugh, rubbing his face. “So,” he responds.
“Wanna, you know–” I swallow down the god-awful word. “Uch. Wanna talk about it? Missy said we should talk about this.”
“You don’t have to look so disgusted by it,” he says, smiling his dimpled smile. “But she’s a wise woman according to Lamar, maybe we should listen.”
“I’d rather just hump you instead, but…” I wave at my poor dick. “You know…”
“Yeah, fuck. Sorry. He caught me off guard.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, no shit. But if you had any ideas about tonight, forget it. I don’t think it’s gonna properly salute you any time soon.”
His eyes flare at that. “Salute me, is that right?”
“Oh, salute you, it will. He’s very fond of you, trust me.”
“I do. Trust you, that is.”
Something passes between us and shit, I want to crawl over and straddle him so badly, but I hold myself back, letting one hand fall on his knee instead. He covers it, fingers tangling, making my throat choke up.
“So, are we going to keep sitting here on this filthy floor or what? I don't even wanna know what kind of stuff happens in dark hallways in gay clubs.”
