Page 28 of Psycho
Lucas laughed softly.
August examined his face. “Surely, somebody in your family cared for you? Took care of you? You had nobody to talk to?”
Lucas’s heart squeezed. “I could’ve talked to my mom. She was like me. But nobody believed her. Hell, I didn’t fucking believe her, not until it started happening to me. But by then, she was gone. She’d left me with my grandfather and took off.”
“Your grandfather didn’t believe in your gifts?”
Lucas snorted. “My grandfather was a movie villain. The haggard farmer with a chip on his shoulder, who believed in men being men and that all questions could be answered by reading the scriptures. I didn’t tell him I could see things. He already thought I was weak. Too quiet, too skinny, too into books. He’d wanted some corn-fed, stocky football-loving grandson, not some sniveling kid who cried too much and was afraid of the dark.”
August stood abruptly, startling Lucas. He walked around the table to sit beside him stiffly before threading their fingers together. This time, it was Lucas who tilted his head, giving August a curious look. “What are you doing?”
August shrugged. “Your face has that pinched look around the eyes, like you did the night I broke in.”
“You mean last night?” Lucas said, amused.
August frowned. “Was it just last night? Seems like a million years ago. But I don’t like you sad.”
Who was this man?“I’m not sad, not anymore. It was a long time ago.”
August stared at him. “Your eyes say you’re lying. You seem sad in your soul.”
It was such a spot-on assessment, it took Lucas’s breath away. He was sad. Deep down, in a place he never talked about, Lucas never stopped being sad. If he did have a soul, his was bruised and battered, aching for some kind of release.
“A physicist who believes in things like souls and clairvoyance? They’re going to run you out of the university,” Lucas teased, trying to ease the sudden lump in his throat.
August’s intense gaze didn’t waver. “I believe in you.”
“You can’t say things like that,” Lucas whispered, swaying forward to brush their lips together.
“Why not?” August answered, pupils dilating.
Lucas snagged the back of August’s head and dragged him forward to slant their mouths together, letting his tongue explore before saying, “Because it makes me want to do dirty things to you.”
August’s hand threaded through Lucas’s hair, his kiss consuming. He let August control the kiss, trying to show him he trusted him, even if August didn’t trust himself. When August pulled him closer, he slipped from his chair to straddle his lap, moaning when he realized he was already hard. Lucas’s hand slipped between them, letting himself palm over the hard line of August’s cock.
Lucas had never wanted anybody as bad as he wanted him. It made him bold. He opened August’s pants, plunging his hand inside, wrapping his fingers around his erection, thumbing over his uncut cock. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Is this okay?”
August trembled, eyes wide as he watched Lucas’s hand jerking him. “You should tie me up first.”
Lucas continued to slowly stroke him, his lips hovering close enough to feel August’s panting breaths. “No. You’re not an animal. I’ll be happy to play those games with you, but not because you think you’re going to lose it and hurt me in some crazed psychotic break.”
“You have a death wish,” August whispered.
A slow smile crawled across Lucas’s face. “Yeah, that’s kind of why they locked me up.”
August growled, capturing Lucas’s mouth in a kiss that curled his toes, a startled cry falling from his lips as August stood, his hands falling to Lucas’s ass, leaving him no choice but to wrap his legs around August’s hips. When they reached Lucas’s bedroom, August dropped him on the mattress, pulling his sweater up over his head as he gazed down at Lucas like he was going to eat him alive. It sent a little shiver along his skin.
He couldn’t hide his surprise at the ink tattooed on August’s skin. He hadn’t seen that one coming. A snake trailed up his left bicep, the scales of justice were on his side, a skull and crossbones sat on his chest, and he had a pair of dice on his shoulder. Did they all mean something to him? Fuck, he was hot. Especially shirtless, in his unbuttoned jeans, black boxer briefs peeking through the vee of his open zipper.
“Come here,” Lucas begged.
August ignored him, instead grabbing Lucas’s ankles and tugging him closer so he could get his pants off. Lucas lifted his hips to help. He had no idea what he was doing but he didn’t even fucking care. God help him, he would let August do anything he wanted.
When both their pants were off, August fell on top of him, his nose nuzzling the space behind his ear, inhaling deeply. Lucas had never had anybody try to inhale him like he was a drug. But August wasn’t done. He dragged his cheek along Lucas’s chest, letting his lips brush over one nipple before his tongue teased the taut peak, sucking until Lucas’s hands gripped his comforter. “Fuck.”
August gave his other nipple the same attention before placing biting kisses over his ribs, his belly, dragging his teeth along his hip bones before nosing along the side of his cock, which was currently tenting his briefs. The sounds August was making were almost…animalistic. Throaty, grunting noises that went straight to Lucas’s dick. It was like August was trying to consume him. It was overwhelming but also so fucking hot. “August…”
Fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear, tugging them out of the way, and then Lucas’s aching cock was enveloped in the tight heat of August’s mouth. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, hips bucking against his will.
