Page 28 of Headcase
Jesus. How was this his life now?
He forced himself to his feet, too tired to make his response as scathing as he’d hoped. “While the idea of fucking you does make me sick, that’s not what this is.”
He swung the stall door open to find Asa directly in his path, their faces not even an inch apart. “Well, you’re making jokes, so you must be feeling a little better.”
“You think I’m kidding,” Zane quipped, walking to the sink and washing his hands for far longer than necessary.
He pretended not to notice as Asa studied him in the mirror. “I think you wish you were kidding, if that matters? But yeah, I think you liked fucking me and you’re mad about it. I don’t think you’re mad enough to vomit over it, so I can only assume it’s sub drop.”
“Sub drop?”
“Yeah, that’s what it’s called. Sub drop.”
Sub. As in submissive. As in Zane was submissive to Asa’s dominance? Consenting to being held down and used was pretty submissive. Zane was learning far too much about himself tonight.
Asa stepped behind him until he was close enough to curve his hands around Zane’s narrow hips, the warmth of his fingers causing goosebumps to erupt along his skin. “I wasn’t lying. I really did plan on spending the night with you.”
That wasn’t what he said earlier. He’d said, ‘I really wanted to spend the night inside you.’Inside him. Fuck. What would have happened if he’d stayed? Zane could feel his cock hardening. If Asa’s hand slid any farther around his waist, he’d feel it, too. He bent forward to splash some water on his face and realized his mistake as Asa’s erection pressed against his ass. Was he just always ready to go?
Asa took Zane’s position as an invitation. “I like you like this,” he mused, sliding a hand up under Zane’s t-shirt, his fingers running along the knobs of his spine. “Bent over for me. I like being able to see your face. You look so fucking hot when you’re underneath me. The sounds you made… Fuck.”
Zane wanted to pretend he hated it, but he didn’t. He fucking didn’t. His nipples were hard. His dick was hard. Every atom of his body was aware of Asa. Part of him wanted to grind against him so badly, entice him into taking over, into forcing Zane to do something he desperately wished he didn’t want. There was a sound like velcro ripping, then the door burst open.
Zane bolted upright, glancing in the mirror, grateful when the man just walked to the urinal without giving them another look.
“Let’s go,” Asa murmured, nodding towards the door.
It wasn’t until they were back in the SUV that Zane finally asked, “What do we do now? What happened to Arlo and Dimitri?”
Asa took his eyes off the road to glance at him. “I sent them home in an Uber. We’re going home, too. It’s too late to question anybody else tonight. And you need sleep.”
Hearing the wordsleephad Zane yawning hard enough for his jaw to crack. He was so goddamn tired. Still, he glowered at Asa. “You going to chain me up to the radiator again? Sounds super cozy.”
Asa gave him a heated glance. “No, I was going to handcuff you to my headboard. My bed is much more comfortable.”
Zane’s stomach flip-flopped, but he scoffed. “No thanks. I’d rather snuggle a radiator than you.”
Asa laughed a genuine honest-to-God laugh. “You’re so full of shit. A therapist would have a field day with you. I know one if you need one.”
“Yeah, well, if you’re his star client, I’ll pass.”
“I’m the picture of mental health,” Asa said.
“Is that picture posted beside John Wayne Gacy?” Zane asked, pulling a face.
Asa chuckled. “Yeah, maybe. But it doesn’t change the fact that you desperately need sleep.”
Zane opened his mouth to argue but then stopped. Why was he fighting this? Asa clearly wasn’t going to let him go so he could sleep at his own place. Did he want to sleep chained to a radiator? No. Did he want to sleep next to Asa?
Yes.
No.
Liar.
“You’d better keep your hands to yourself,” Zane finally said, letting his temple rest against the cold glass of the window.
“I can keep my hands to myself, Lois. But you seem to forget that you approached me. You came to my house. You consented twice. You said we could play without a condom. Now, I’m not saying I don’t like a little non-consensual role play, but even that—hell, especially that—requires written consent. If you want me, you’re going to have to come and get me.”
