Page 12 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Andrey nodded and held out his arms to Grim in a silent request to be picked up. Grim couldn’t wait to comply.
He placed his arm underneath the cute, bruised knees and exhaled when he sensed the short stumps beyond the joints. Andrey was heavy enough for Grim to feel his weight as he stretched his back and hugged his wet body closer. “We’regonna have fun today. You need to see some of the world now that I freed you,” he said enthusiastically, carrying Andrey back into the room.
“I don’t want fun. I just want to be safe. I want to be away. The world has nothing to offer me now. I don’t even have an extra pair of underpants.” Andrey frowned once Grim put him down on the bed.
It was disappointing to see the smiley, sexy Andrey Grim knew from the webcam movies being so gloomy, but he understood that some things needed to be mended before the two of them could start a relationship. “We’ll get you some. And as long as you’re with me, you are safe. I know my way around weapons,” said Grim and pulled out his Beretta from the holster underneath his arm.
Andrey touched the barrel with his fingertips, and Grim’s breath caught when he imagined those digits curling around his cock. “That’s actually reassuring. Sooo … You’ve seen every part of me in closeup. I want to know more about you. You’re in a motorcycle club. It says so on your vest. But why were you there? At the base. You didn’t know I would be there.”
It dawned on Grim that Andrey could have died in there if Grim hadn’t found him by accident. Just thinking about such a tragic end to this perfect boy’s life made him choke up slightly. This was fate.
He stroked Andrey’s hair gently, wanting to reassure him of his good intentions. “They took one of our girls. I was called in to participate in the raid ... I just ... if I hadn’t been there, you could have stayed there forever. That’s fucking horrible.”
“Is it though?” Andrey looked straight into his eyes, and despite his features and long hair making him look young, there was a cool awareness in that gaze. “No more material for your spank bank.”
Grim’s windpipe tightened, and he got up, squeezing his hand on the gun. Heat exploded in his head, and he snarled at Andrey before pushing him back on the mattress. “You have a deathwish?”
And to his surprise, Andrey didn’t cower. “Sometimes.” At times like this, Grim wasn’t sure what to think. Had the vulnerability Andrey showed him yesterday been just an act? Or wasthisjust an act of Andrey trying to test the boundaries of Grim’s patience.
Grim put the gun back in the holster and pulled on Andrey’s hips, dragging him to the edge of the bed. His temples were pulsing as he leaned down andstroked his thumbs over the sides of Andrey’s cheeks, watching his handsome features. The wounded bird had such a scarred mind.
“Poor thing. They hurt you really bad, didn’t they?” he whispered, choking up for a moment. He couldn’t stand men who’d use someone else’s disability to their advantage.
And just like that, Grim managed to break past Andrey’s defenses. He could see it in the softening expression on Andrey’s face, even though the boy was shying away from looking straight into Grim’s eyes.
“No one can turn back time,” Andrey whispered.
Grim swallowed hard, fighting the sudden urge to kiss Andrey’s lips as those perfect stumps brushed against the sides of his thighs. “I can make you happy,” he said, looking into Andrey’s eyes as his heart thumped deep in his chest. Many times, he had imagined himself on a trip to Moscow and accidentally bumping into Andrey somewhere. He’d need help because some thugs would have attacked him, and Grim would be there to save the day. Andrey would invite Grim to his apartment to thank him with food, but very soon, things would get heated...
Andrey laughed bitterly, shattering Grim’s fantasy. “Nothing can make me happy again, because nothing can make me whole. Can we please go?” He pushed on Grim’s shoulder without much force.
Grim stayed where he was and lowered his face, brushing his lips against Andrey’s forehead. It was so hot he half-expected it to burn him. “You can be whole without your legs. You can’t let them break you like that. You’re what? Twenty-two? There’s a life ahead of you.”
“I used to do things. And I was good at them, too. Down there, in that room, every day became about survival, and now … I don’t even recognize myself anymore.” Andrey took a deep gulp of air, as if he were drowning.
Grim lay on the bed next to Andrey, pulling him over to his chest for a tight hug. His fingers kept stroking the soft skin of Andrey’s face and neck as he stared into the depths of his sad, intense eyes. They made him feel so many things he’d long buried. Grim knew he could mend the sweet bird and make it sing again with a lot of patience and effort, but only as long as Andreywantedto be pieced together. “It’s a big change, but you’re not alone.”
“I should probably say that I’m sorry I’m a burden, but I’m not. I’m only sorry that I can’t give you what you want.”
But everything Grim wanted was in the way Andrey wrapped his arms around his neck. It became hard to breathe with the object of his fantasies naked and so close to him.
“What do you think I want?” asked Grim, cradling Andrey’s head against his arm. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. Andrey was so fragile, so innocent in the way he looked at Grim. No amount of porn vids could take that away from him. He needed all of Grim’s help and protection.
“I think you want parts of me I’m not ready to give,” Andrey whispered.
Grim exhaled and in the slowest motion he could muster, he moved his hand lower, all the way to the wet stumps. He kept his eyes on Andrey’s and listened to his breathing. His body reacted immediately, pumping his blood full of testosterone as he traced the scars with his fingertips. “Is this what you mean?”
Andrey’s face flushed, and the moment was broken. He grabbed Grim’s wrist and whimpered. “Don’t touch them. We should be going.”
“What can I touch?” asked Grim, nuzzling Andrey’s nose as he reluctantly let go of the stump.
It took Andrey a long time to answer, and that at least was something, because Grim half-expected hearing that there was not an inch of Andrey’s skin that would be available to him. “My hands. You can touch my hands.” The words felt like something reluctantly pulled out of a well where people drowned things that they never wanted to see again.
Grim smiled, even though he wasn’t too pleased with that answer. This would be way more work than he had originally anticipated. He was ready to help Andrey with any trouble that might arise because of his disability or because of his status, but the constant rejection of physical touch was sending Grim’s mind into a frenzy. Still, this was better than nothing, so he picked up both of Andrey’s hands and put them to his lips. They were so pale and pampered he almost sucked on one of the long fingers from the sheer excitement of it. “What about your face? I think it’s really handsome.”
“I’m giving you a finger, and you instantly want the whole hand. No. I want to start moving, and by that I don’t mean that I want to writhe under you on the bed.” Sadly, that was exactly the image Andrey’s words brought up in Grim’s mind. Both of them naked and sweaty, Andrey pulling his legs up to his chest so Grim could lick the stump while he fucked him. In Grim’s daydreams, Andrey had always been able to take his big dick.
Grim let out a groan of frustration. “You just let me touch your face. Why are you so inconsistent?”
