Page 52 of Moonstruck
Asa was close. Zane could feel it in the way his hands gripped him tighter, the way his breath hitched. Asa wasn’t exactly a talker, but that just meant Zane could hear how much he was unraveling, how much he turned Asa on.
“I’m gonna come,” Asa grunted, forcing his cock into Zane’s throat, holding him there. His hips pulsed against him until Zane worried he might actually suffocate on Asa’s dick. It wasn’t the worst way to go.
Just as Zane’s vision grew fuzzy at the edges, a weird sense of euphoria overtaking him, Asa’s release flooded his mouth, forcing him to swallow or choke. Zane chose to swallow, his hand finally working over his own aching cock once more. It only took three hard pulls and he was coming, his orgasm hitting him with the force of a tsunami.
Asa pulled free, but Zane stayed on his knees, trying to catch his breath, only slightly aware of Asa walking away. Then he was back, pulling Zane to his feet before picking him up and sitting him on the conference room table.
Zane’s heart squeezed as Asa used a wet cloth to gently wipe his face. All the harsh intensity had melted from his features, leaving him looking at Zane in a way that made him catch his breath. Like he’d pleased him.
Asa gave him an amused look. “Are you alright?”
Zane nodded, swallowing hard, then wincing. “Nothing a little water and maybe some Tylenol won’t fix.”
Asa chuckled. When Zane was all cleaned up, Asa gripped his chin gently, dropping an almost chaste kiss on his lips. “That was hot, Lois.”
Zane’s eyes burned from tears and he still had the sniffles, but he felt hot, just because Asa had deemed it so. He looked around the room. “I really hope your father doesn’t have cameras in here.”
Asa’s knuckles brushed against Zane’s cheek in that way that made goosebumps erupt along his skin. “He doesn’t, but I wish he did. That blowjob was worthy of being recorded for posterity.”
“I don’t think you should be showing that to any future generations,” Zane said, a lopsided smile forming. “Though, I suppose it’s nice you want something to remember me by.” He hated how sulky he sounded.
Asa smirked, shaking his head. “You really don’t get it, do you, Lois? You’re never getting out of this. You and me? It’s a done deal. We’re kind of like the mob. Once you’re in, you’re in. I really hope you can learn to love me because this fucked up thing we have going…it’s forever now. Hope you don’t get sick of me.”
This was all so surreal. Two days ago, he’d dreamed of taking down the Mulvaneys. Now, suddenly, he was going to be one. He had no idea what to do with that information. Falling in love with Asa wasn’t going to be a hardship. But he couldn’t shake the feeling it would forever be one-sided. “I think it’s far more dangerous if you get sick of me.”
“That’s not going to happen, Lois. Relationships are what you make them. Our goals and values are very much aligned. We have an amazing sex life. You’ll never want for any material possession you desire. If you need something from me emotionally, I’ll learn. I’ll figure it out. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I decided you were it for me the moment you put those handcuffs back on.”
Zane wasn’t sure he was still breathing. As far as proposals went, it was a pretty good one. “Oh.”
Asa grinned. “It’s Avi you should be afraid of. He’s very…possessive of me. He might see you as a threat.”
“So, your psychopathic brother—who looks exactly like you—might want to murder me. Great. Excellent. I guess there’s something to be said for me not seeing it coming.”
“Don’t worry, Lois. I won’t let him kill you.”
“How romantic.”
* * *
Zane ran his fingers through his hair for the hundredth time as they landed on his mother’s doorstep. He’d thrown his cap in the backseat, knowing she’d instantly hone in on it like a beacon. Beside him, Asa was taking in the small tidy white house with its neatly manicured lawn and beds along the white picket fence overflowing with only white flowers. His mother was dedicated to her aesthetic.
The houses on either side of his mother’s house were larger and far more grand, but hers was meticulous. She told the neighbors she’d chosen the tiny house because she was downsizing since her children were gone, but the truth was, she’d rather have the smallest house in the nicest neighborhood than the largest house in a less desirable one.
Zane lifted his hand to knock, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Talking to his mother on the phone every week was hard enough, dealing with her scrutiny in person was torture. Listening to her discuss each of his flaws in detail in front of Asa would be pure, unadulterated hell. He shouldn’t have worn pink today. She hated when he did anything too effeminate. Just because he was gay didn’t mean he had to ‘look’ gay.
Just turn and run, bro. She’s never going to give you what you want. She guards that MacBook Pro like it’s my death shroud.
Go away. I can’t do this with your voice in my head and hers in my ears. Seriously, fuck off.
Okay, touchy. Damn.
It was then that he noticed Asa staring down at him with an amused expression.
“Do you prefer to take all parental meetings outdoors?” he teased. “Since I can’t help but notice that we’re once more just standing outside instead of, you know, not.”
Zane rolled his eyes. “I’m…gearing up for it. You don’t know what a nightmare my mother can be.”
Asa reached up and rang the doorbell, earning a wide-eyed look of exasperation from Zane. “What? You said she’ll find me charming. Let me charm her.”
