Page 58 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim chewed on his lip, enjoying the way Misha touched him almost all the time. Physical affection wasn’t something he had received much of throughout his life. “Is he ... a devotee?”
Misha went silent for a moment. “I think he’s a pretender. You know, likes to pretend being wheelchair-bound. I think. He was excited to learn about how I do certain things without my lower legs.”
Grim frowned. “What things?”
“How I reach something from a higher shelf. If I can move on my knees, if I have phantom pains ... that kind of thing.”
Grim always found this kind of stuff strange, but who was he to judge? “Does this freak you out? That someone wants to act as if he were disabled?”
Misha pouted and shrugged. “Not really, no. It’s weird but harmless. Devotees can be much more dangerous in my eyes. No offense.”
“Yeah, some guys are a bit ... stalkerish, I suppose. Good thing you ended up with such a fine man.”
Misha snorted. “Such a fine specimen. And so modest too.”
Grim laughed and squeezed his hand on Misha’s nape. “Sure, mock me, and we’ll see how you’re gonna sing once I mount you again.”
Misha’s cheeks got a splash of red, but it was now getting less visible with his skin sporting a tan. “It was … intense.”
Grim massaged Misha’s back, remembering how good it felt to be buried in Misha’s tight, pliant body only a few days ago. Misha had moaned, shouted, and shuddered impaled on Grim’s cock, and he would do so again soon enough. But not today. Grim didn’t want to hurt him in the long run, and he was content with only getting to fuck Misha’s ass once in a while, especially since he hadn’t even been sure if that wouldeverhappen. Not everyone liked to be penetrated, even less so by a cock as enormous as Grim’s, and he would not give up on someone as perfect as Misha because of something so insignificant.It wasn’t the way Grim usually had sex anyway, and he’d be content with just being able to doall the other thingsas long as Misha stayed at his side.
“You still sore?”
“No, but I can still viscerally recall the feeling.” Misha sent him an air kiss.
Grim laughed, but his attention turned to the road when he noticed they were approaching their goal. Dennis lived out of town, and the houses were a bit scattered here, but once he saw the number at the front of a small bungalow without a garage, he drove into the front yard and stopped the truck. “I think that’s the place.”
Despite this being a preventive visit, Grim couldn’t help a chill going down his spine and his attention sharpening. Just in case.
Misha took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”
Grim jumped off the cab and onto the white gravel. “Is he away? He’s bound to have a car here.”
“How am I supposed to know?” Misha grumbled as he opened the door and sat sideways, waiting for Grim.
Grim raised his eyebrows at him but let it go and pulled the wheelchair off the back of the truck, watching his bike with longing. He needed to get Misha a car and get back on his ride, or he’d eventually go crazy from being locked in a box, even in such fine company. “I don’t know ... because you’re friends with him?”
“I wouldn’t go that far. And it’s been what? Over a month now.” Misha looked at Grim with a small smile.
Grim couldn’t help but smile back as he gently pulled Misha out of the seat and held him up for much longer than was necessary. “A month. That went quick.”
“It’s a special power amputees have. We can speed up and slow down time,” Misha said with a straight face and pushed the wheels of his chair forward once he was sitting in it.
“Magical creatures. No wonder you have all bewitched me,” said Grim, following Misha to the door. He put his hand on one of his guns, but he wasn’t expecting any unwanted company without a car around.
“And gay ones are even rarer. Unicorns, right?” Misha was by the door, but stalled, as if he forgot how to knock.
Grim gave his wheel a gentle nudge with his foot. “Can’t you reach the bell?”
Misha sighed and took a few more seconds but eventually pressed on the button, crossing his arms on his chest once they heard a loud melody playing inside.
“Why are you so nervous? He’s not gonna be dangerous with me here,” whispered Grim, snickering with pride.
“I know, it’s just … it connects me back to the life with Gary and makes me uncomfortable. I’m about to meet another person who’s seen me inside out. It’s embarrassing.”
“I really should show you those movies I made. Then, there will be two of us,” said Grim and tousled Misha’s hair, even though he wasn’t proud of his work in porn. He hadn’t been that good, and he’d had trouble staying hard with everyone watching. He’d rather go back to breaking into homes than to the film set.
“Maybe you should.” Misha smirked and rang the doorbell again, for longer this time.
