Page 48 of A Subtle Scar
Charon grinned down at Hermes as he rubbed the spot on Hermes’s ass he’d just slapped.
“Stop interrupting. Hmm. I think…yes. I came to deliver pizza, didn’t I?”
“What?” Hermes asked as Charon rubbed those ass cheeks.
“Standard porn plot line. Pseudo plot line,” I said. I blinked hard a few times, fighting to regain control.
“Exactly.” Charon’s eyes twinkled. He must’ve seen. I was glad the tears had barely been there.
In an attempt to fully stop myself from coming loose, I turned to what was easier. Watching, imagining pleasure, enjoying. I reached a hand below the sheets.
“Oh, fine. Can I just state for the record, baby, that I’ll buy you all the pizza you could ever want? In fact, I’ll buy you whatever you want. I’m loaded like that.”
“Focus on the damn pizza, which you cannot pay for,” Charon said. He was still stroking himself, and his flushed cock was glistening with lubrication that I didn’t think he could have produced by himself. Had he used lube at some point, and I’d missed it?
“Right. Uhm. I can’t pay you with money, but I’m sure you’ll like this better anyway. People tell me my ass is a sight for sore eyes.”
“I wasn’t planning on looking at it,” Charon said. He guided his cockhead toward Hermes’s hole, exerting a little pressure. Hermes squirmed, tried to push back, push himself down on Charon’s cock, but Charon pulled back before Hermes could. He moaned, frustrated.
“I’ll pay you good,” Hermes said, craning his head back. “And I’m a generous tipper. Just put it in and get started.”
Charon smiled at me. “He’s a glutton, don’t you think so?”
I felt my Adam’s apple bob as I swallowed. “Yeah.”
“How are you doing, darling?” Charon asked, his voice low and warm.
My throat was tight, dry. My hand was moving slowly over my boxers. “I’m all good.”
“You want to show me?” Charon asked lightly.
In hindsight…well. Fuck hindsight. It was the moment that mattered, and in that moment, I was too overloaded with memory—of Victor, of everythingafter—and following some arcane logic of loss, whipping the sheets away and showing Charon what was going on in my boxers seemed a good idea.
“Oh! Let me see too. Baby, show me your pretty cock,” Hermes cooed.
Charon slapped him. “You’re still in the process of paying for pizza.”
“So stop slapping me and give me your cock, finally, so I can pay,” Hermes said.
“Would you like me to do that, darling? Fuck him? While you watch and touch yourself?” Charon asked me.
“Yeah,” I said. I was salivating. I couldn’t wait to see what those two would look like. The alarm bells that were roaring in the more sober areas of my mind didn’t really seem to get through. But no, I knew this wasn’t a good idea. I just didn’t care right then.
“Just a peek,” Hermes said. He did not do pleading well. Another Dom might have gotten a paddle out to teach him how to plead properly, but Charon just pushed the head of his cock into Hermes.
“It’s not nice to order pizza and then not pay for it. Do you always do that with your delivery people?” Charon said as he pushed deeper into the other immortal’s channel.
“Gods, you didn’t use any lube on him,” I said.
“Huh?” Charon looked confused before pulling right back out. “Lube? Artificial lubricants, you mean? Is that a kink thing?”
“Hnng, they don’t teach sex magic at their magic schools, Ronny. Lucy told me all about that. Can you imagine? Baby, don’t you worry about me, I’m all slick. Ronny, give me your cock back and get started. I want to cum.”
Charon eyed me thoughtfully. “What a loss,” he said.
I pushed my boxers down. It was something about Charon’s voice that made me, made it so easy.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you have a pretty cock. Let me lick it?” Hermes said. He’d used Charon’s brief moment of distraction to lift his head off the mattress and was gazing at my lap, eyes wide, tongue licking over his lips.
