Page 52 of Psycho
Lucas was uncharacteristically sulky. “How would I know? We barely know each other.”
August studied him carefully. “What’s going on? You were fine when we left my father’s house. Now, you’re pouting and beating up office equipment like it owes you money.”
“I just can’t stop thinking about how more women have gone missing. Because of me. I spent weeks just trying to pretend none of this was happening. I was selfish and stupid, and now, more people are going to suffer and die because of me.”
August cupped Lucas’s face in his hands, backing him into an aisle full of ancient books with yellow pages. He could smell their age. “You did everything you could. You got yourself thrown into a psychiatric facility trying to save those women, trying to take a killer off the streets,” he reminded him.
“I should have lied. I should have found another way to let them know it was him. I could have…” Lucas trailed off, hand flailing helplessly.
“Could have what? Manufactured evidence? Caught him in the act? He doesn’t work alone. They would have killed you and never looked back. You did the right thing.”
Lucas clenched his teeth together until the muscle in his jaw ticked, swallowing hard before he said, “You would have just slit his throat and been done with it. No, you would have killed him slowly, made it hurt, then killed him, and these new women would have never run across him.”
August shook his head. “Because I’ve been programmed to kill. I don’t investigate people, I don’t have to prove anything to anybody. Noah, Calliope, and Thomas find the cases, they find the evidence. I get a file folder and a plan. Then I do what I do.” August examined Lucas, hoping to see some of the strain leave his face, but it only seemed to grow worse. “Lucas, you’ve been given a gift. You can see the best and worst of people with a touch. You can do something less than one percent of the population can do. You’re kind of miraculous. And even though my father didn’t say anything, I guarantee he’s already thinking of how he could use you in the family.”
Tears rolled down Lucas’s cheeks, his face growing hot beneath August’s hands before he wiggled from his grip. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
August scoffed. “I’m saying that because it’s true. I’m the last person anybody would come to if they wanted to feel better.”
Lucas sniffled, wiping at his face, dropping his head back against some old books. “You seem to be the only thing that does make me feel better anymore.”
August’s brows knitted together. It was a compliment, but it was said with such misery it confused him. “That’s a bad thing?”
Lucas gave a humorless laugh. “I’m sleeping with one serial killer and playing head games with another. We haven’t even known each other a week, but when I feel like there’s a hole in my chest, you’re the only person I want to call.”
Something about Lucas’s words sent a rush of fierce possession through August, some deep primitive need to claim what was his right there. Lucas wanted to call him, just him. He was Lucas’s person. He surged forward, crashing their mouths together, groaning when Lucas’s lips softened, then yielded beneath his with a sound of surprise.
August crowded him up against the stacks, growling when he could feel Lucas’s cock hardening against his hip. He dragged his lips away to kiss along his jaw before tugging the shell of his ear with his teeth. When his hand went to Lucas’s belt, he snatched August’s wrist. “What are you doing?” he whispered.
August frowned in confusion, glancing down at his hands. “I’m opening your pants. Why are you suddenly whispering? I assure you, nobody’s coming into this section of the library. The only reason anybody comes to the third floor is to read periodicals, and those are way on the other side.” Lucas gazed warily over August’s shoulder, but his fingers loosened on August’s wrist.
“We can’t do this,” Lucas said, though it was half-hearted.
August nosed behind his ear. “You know you want my mouth on you right now,” he murmured. “Think about it. Picture me on my knees, your cock on my tongue, my lips working over you, sucking you down, working you until you come down my throat.”
“Jesus, August…”
August’s cock throbbed at the pleading in Lucas’s tone. “You said you like me on my knees for you. I like it, too. Let me make you feel better. Let me taste you.”
This time, when August undid Lucas’s pants, he didn’t protest, but his breath quickened and his hands fisted at his sides. August dropped to his knees, practically purring at the way Lucas combed his fingers through his hair, gazing down at him, lips parted and pupils blown wide.
“Fuck, I really do like you on your knees for me,” Lucas managed, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.
August pushed the tails of Lucas’s shirt up and kissed his belly before tugging Lucas’s pants and underwear just far enough out of the way not to hinder him. With Lucas freed, August ran his tongue up the underside of his length. Lucas gave a low groan, his head thumping hard against the shelf.
August smiled, teasing just under the head of his cock before sucking it into his mouth, tongue playing with his slit until he tasted the bitter tang of his pre-cum.
August hummed his approval, then took him to the back of his throat. Lucas’s hoarse shout echoed in the quiet of the library. August didn’t stop, just reached up to slap his hand over Lucas’s open mouth. August sucked him in long, hard pulls, working him with purpose. Lucas lost his mind behind August’s palm, his muffled moans and whines driving August crazy.
He could have done this all day if they were anywhere else. He craved the heavy weight of Lucas’s cock on his tongue, the taste and scent of his skin, the way the hair at the base tickled his nose. He could revel in every part of Lucas forever and never get tired of him. But he couldn’t draw this out. There wasn’t time. He had a class in fifteen minutes and he was guessing Lucas had other things to do as well. When Lucas began to fuck himself between August’s lips, he relaxed his throat, letting Lucas chase his release.
The closer Lucas got, the noisier he grew. Some twisted part of August wished he could take his hand off, wished he could let the world hear how good they were together, how good he was at keeping Lucas satisfied. August wanted the world to know Lucas belonged to him, that they belonged to each other.
Lucas’s hips stuttered, his hands tugging hard on August’s hair as he gave one final long moan behind his hand, then flooded August’s mouth. He swallowed it all and then some, doing his best to savor every drop.
By the time he dropped his hand from Lucas’s face, he was sagged against the shelf, sucking in heavy breaths. August carefully tucked Lucas back into his clothes, his own erection painfully obvious in his slim fit trousers.
Lucas pulled August to his feet and attempted to open his pants, clearly determined to take care of it for him. August batted his hand away. “No. You can return the favor tonight. I’ll be fine. This was about you.”
