Page 52 of Dirty Love

He smirks and sucks on it, making me shake, my sore muscles locking up with every graze of his teeth. After what feels like hours but is probably only a minute or two, he lets go of my arms and takes the base in his hand, grinning at the pink mark he’s left there.

“My pretty little cock,” he says, and I pull the shirt from my mouth, snatching his face to pull him up to me.

I kiss him and he kisses me back, dragging my thigh up to the towel wrapped around his hips, blanketing me with his weight while he moves his lips against mine. He teases the seam with his tongue and I let him in, fucking loving the way he’s acting tonight, this playful side of him I don’t get to see very often.

I wish it could be like this all the time.

He moves down to my neck and I look up at the ceiling, raking my hand through his damp hair while he worships me with his mouth. He doesn’t mark me there, because people will see that, and even though I could lie and say some random girl gave it to me, we both know it’s not worth the risk of them finding out where it really came from.

“What are you thinking about, baby brother?” he asks, repeating the question I asked him in the kitchen a few hours ago.

“California.”

“California,” he echoes, pulling back a bit to raise a brow at me. “Is that where you want me to take you?”

“Maybe,” I admit, anxiously chewing my lip while I tell him what I found out online the other day. “Did you know Los Angeles is the second gayest city in the country after New York? Two boys can walk the streets holding hands and no one fucking cares, Kade.”

“Nicky.”

“I know some people do care but it’s not like it is here,” I go on. “And it’s far, and warm, and I could get tattoos so no one sees my scars on the beach, and—”

“Nicky,” he says again, taking my face to swipe his thumbs over my cheeks. “Baby, why are you crying?”

“I…” I frown, only just feeling the tears leaking from my eyes. “I don’t know. I just want us to be safe.”

He bites his lip and nods, his own eyes glassing up while he drops his forehead to mine. “We will be.”

“So, we can go?” I ask. “Right after graduation?”

“Fuck graduation.” He shakes his head, gently bumping my nose with his. “I’ll take you as soon as we finish that last exam if that’s what you want.”

“Do you promise?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

I shake my head and wipe my eyes with my hands, struggling not to cry even more at the hope rushing through me. I feel like I’m always crying over something, and I probably look like a pathetic loser, but he doesn’t call me out on it. Instead he lifts my forearm and moves his tongue over my scarred flesh, digging his teeth into the spot just below my elbow. I moan really quietly and flick his towel open, spreading my legs out to rub my cock against his.

“I love you, Kade,” I whisper, but it sounds different this time, a promise and a plea all at once.

“I love you, too, Nicky,” he whispers back, and I can’t hide my stupid grin, feeding him my arm while I run my fingers over the back of his neck.

He said it different, too.

CHAPTER 20

NICKY

Something feels off today.

I don’t feel right, and I can’t help but notice the way people are staring at me, whispering shit to each other while they walk around me in the library—all the way around me as if I have a disease or some shit.

At first I thought maybe I was imagining it, but it’s been happening all morning and it’s just getting worse.

“…will you shut up?” a girl from my math class hisses, talking to her friend in one of the aisles. “That’s disgusting.”

“I’m just telling you what I heard,” the other one says, rolling her eyes while she shoves her books up on the top shelf. “Everyone’s talking about it.”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean we have to,” she argues, side eyeing me without actually looking at me. “I don’t wanna know, and I’d rather not have those images running around in my head, thank you very much.”

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