Page 22 of Psycho
August crawled closer, his hand going for Lucas’s zipper. “I can get you off in less than fifteen minutes.”
The confidence in August’s words threw Lucas’s train of thought far off its track. “What?”
August’s eyes raked over him, gaze hot enough to melt steel. “I can make you come in fifteen minutes or less.”
Lucas’s cock throbbed at his offer. He glanced at the door, then at August. He wanted to let him. Nobody would ever know. But he shook his head. “Not here. My place. Later. After work. Where we have some privacy. I have another class and then I’m working on a…research project.”
It wasn’t a lie.
“Kohn?”
Lucas’s erection instantly flagged at the name. “How do you know that?”
August shrugged. “I told you, I went through your apartment. Who is he? Other than a special agent that is?”
Lucas sighed. “He’s a field agent with the FBI. Big shot, started at Quantico the same time I did.”
“And you think he killed all those women in your file?”
Lucas shook his head. “Not all of them, no. But some of them. Not that anybody will believe me.”
“I believe you.”
Lucas gave him a smile. “Thanks, but that won’t help me put him in prison.”
August ran a hand through his dark hair. “Maybe prison isn’t what he needs.”
Lucas’s eyebrows ran for his hairline. “You mean kill him?”
August nodded. “Sure. If he murdered those women, he meets the code.”
Lucas’s mind reeled. Life would be so much easier if he could just let August do what he did. “That’s the thing. I don’t think he did it alone. I think he has a partner. And I think they keep these women for a long time and then, when they’re done, they get rid of them somehow. I just don’t know how or where or even who. I just know they’re out there hurting people and I can’t do a thing about it.”
“Let me help. I have resources.”
“You have better resources than the FBI?” Lucas said, incredulous.
“Yes, I have a Calliope.”
“A what?”
“Not a what. A who. Calliope. Let me help you.”
Lucas thought about it. August wasn’t going anywhere. Lucas could pretend the thought bothered him, that it scared him or worried him. That was what he should feel when in a situation like that. But he wanted him there, wanted his touch and his obsession. And his help. Lucas wanted his help.
“Okay, but not here. My place. Tonight. Dinner.”
August blinked in surprise. “Like a date?”
His voice was so adorably hopeful there was no way Lucas was going to say no, even if he was being manipulated. “Yes. Like a date.”
August taught his remaining classes on auto-pilot. Luckily, he was only teaching level one physics classes that afternoon. He could talk about time evolution and the Schrödinger equation in his sleep. But he wasn’t sleeping. He spent the whole lecture remembering the feel of Lucas’s tongue sliding into his mouth, the hard length of him pressed against August’s hip, how Lucas had to physically tear himself away from August.
He ended his last class early by twenty minutes, shoving his earbuds in his ears before heading out into the drizzling rain. He pulled the collar of his jacket up but didn’t bother with his umbrella as he cut through the quad on his way to the parking lot, thoughts still firmly on Lucas.
August had never had anybody truly lust after him before. Sex was purely transactional. He’d needed it that way. If there was an exchange of goods and services, August didn’t have to worry about being creepy or weird. He was paying them to overlook all of his off-putting idiosyncrasies, of which he had many.
He didn’t have that luxury with Lucas. He had to somehow want August as he was. Their kiss had seemed to suggest he was open to at least a physical relationship with him, if not an emotional one. August lacked the necessary requirements for a love match, but he needed Lucas to understand that his brain had already decided their fate. There was no way to say that without sounding like a psycho.
