Page 21 of Bazooka

“Don’t ever say that again. Your wounds are healing. You look fine.”

I meant it, too. The worst of the contusions was still visible, but the smaller cuts and bruises were gone.

“Can I ask you something?” Luz said, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You never asked for permission before,” I mocked him.

“If you were gay, would you fuck me?”

I let out a heavy sigh. Of course, it had to be that kind of question.

I gave it some thought and shrugged. “Objectively, yeah, I would fuck you. You’re an attractive guy.”

“And subjectively?”

I chuckled. “Subjectively, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”

“Fucking asshole!” he exclaimed. “Why not?”

“‘Cause you’re trouble, Luz. Now do my back.”

“What about my front?”

“You can do it yourself.”

I tossed him the sunscreen and turned my back to him.

“You don’t deserve it, but I’m not skipping this opportunity,” Luz murmured. “God, even your ribs have muscles. How is that possible?”

“It’s not.”

He applied the sunscreen to my shoulders, giving me a little massage while at it, and it felt fucking good.

“So, you’re attracted to me?” Luz blurted, making me laugh.

“And how did you draw that conclusion?” I asked him.

“You said I’m attractive. If you find me attractive, it means you’re attracted to me.”

“I don’t think it’s the same, sweetheart.”

“Well, I do,” he insisted. “Do you want me to do your front? Please?”

I chuckled. “Thanks, but I’ll do it myself.”

“Why?”

“Because you have a boner, which you pressed against my ass twenty seconds ago. Don’t play dumb, pest.”

“Fiiine,” he said with a sigh. “You’re no fun, Baz.”

After we both settled on our towels and Luz snuggled against me, I let out a sigh of contentment. I was pleasantly relaxed. My stomach was full. The warm sun felt nice, and I was… comfortable. No, more than that. Happy? Was I happy?

“I like how you’re built,” Luz muttered, placing his hand on my chest. “I like how big you are.”

“Thanks?” I said with a smirk as he kept moving his hand over my chest. I could feel it sliding down my pecks, and his fingers grazing my nipples.

He traced my abs one by one before following the line of hair under my belly button with his finger.

When he reached the hem of my shorts, I took his hand in mine and stopped him from going further south.

“Don’t.”

To make up for it, I raised my arm so he could lay his head in the crook of my shoulder. When he glued himself to me, his sigh of frustration was replaced with a sigh of contentment.

“I like this,” he murmured, snuggling against me. “Let’s stay like this forever.”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, not entirely opposed to the idea.

The sun overhead was blinding, but a soft breeze coming from the ocean made the heat bearable.

Luz’s body was hot against mine, but I didn’t mind the additional warmth or the weight of his arm on my chest. His hot breath on my skin felt nice, almost ticklish.

His fingers were restless as he kept caressing my chest, but that felt nice, too.

The seagulls squawking in the distance, the waves washing the shore—all of it was lulling me to sleep.

“Bazooka?” Luz murmured.

“Hmm?”

“What about my proposal that I pay you for a kiss? You never answered me.”

I chuckled. “You think you can afford it?”

“I know I can. How much will it cost me?”

I thought about it and gave him my honest answer.

“There’s no money in the world that would make it happen, Luz.”

Luz

There’s no money in the world that would make it happen.

I was fuming. As Bazooka drove us home, I was considering all the ways to end him.

Poison him, shoot him with his gun, shove him down the stairs.

Set him on fire. Push him out the window.

It was that or… what were even my options?

I couldn’t imagine a life without him anymore, so I had no options.

Well, I had one option. I could fuck with him.

Make him lose it. Make him mad. Then, maybe I would feel better.

My blue balls wouldn’t, but perhaps I would.

When we got home, I showered and changed into a T-shirt and joggers minus underwear because I needed some AC down south. After that, Bazooka went to shower, while I returned to the room , still feeling angry.

Then his phone rang. When I saw the caller ID that said MK, I frowned.

It suspiciously sounded like a woman, so I considered my options.

Again, there was only one. I picked up his phone and typed in a password, which I’d cracked earlier with Wagner’s help.

Then I answered the call because I had no self-preservation instinct.

“Bazooka’s phone,” I chirped instead of the usual “Hello”.

After a short pause, a female voice spoke, confirming my suspicions.

“Hello. May I speak to Alisson?”

I frowned. “Who?”

“My son.”

“Lady, I think you have the wrong number.”

A pregnant pause ensued.

“Levi Alisson Bradley. Isn’t this his number?”

I squealed with excitement. “Mama Bazooka? OMG, I can’t believe I’m talking to you. I’m his boyfriend.”

Another pause.

“Alisson is not homosexual.”

“Yeah, we’re working on that.”

“I see. And how is that going for you?”

“Exhausting, to be honest,” I admitted. “Can you give me any advice? Levi is as stubborn as a bull.”

“I would love to, but it’s not my field of expertise. I’m a nun.”

I gasped. “Hold up! Aren’t Bazooka’s parents dead? How can you be his mother? And a nun too? Don’t you live in like… castles or something?”

The lady on the other side of the line giggled. “Convents, hun. And yes, his parents are deceased. I call him son because I consider him a son I will never have.”

“That’s nice,” I mused. “You don’t have any pictures of him as a baby, do you? I bet he was super cute.”

“What’s your name, hun?”

“I’m Lucius Zablonsky, but everyone calls me Luz.”

“I’m Sister Mary Katherine. Nice to meet you, Luz.”

“Me too, Sister. Oh… can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you think I will go to hell because I’m gay?”

“Of course not. God loves all his children. Who told you that?”

“My fath—”

Suddenly, the phone was ripped from my hand. Stormy gray eyes found mine, telling me that their owner was livid. Bazooka was also wet and naked, apart from a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Sorry about that, Mary,” he said into the phone, grabbing me by the throat and pinning me to the wall. “Luz is still growing up. He didn’t yet learn that he can’t play with sockets and stuff like that.”

I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he held me tight.

“No, Mary, he’s not,” Bazooka said, glaring at me. “He’s just work.”

Not even a friend? I didn’t deserve that.

I wrapped my hand around his wrist and tried to free myself, but to no avail. He was too strong, and I had no weapons at my disposal. Well, I had one. Two, actually. Pluck and stupidity.

I put my hand on his chest, which was still wet from the shower, and slid it down to his belly.

When I reached his belly button, Bazooka loosened his grip on my neck, as his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Holding his gaze, I moved my hand lower until I reached the towel.

Lower still. When I felt his bulge under my fingers, I gulped.

Jesus H., he was big. I dragged my finger over the protruding length, which was impressive even in its flaccid state.

Something flashed through his eyes that told me I would soon regret this.

“Sorry, Mary, can I call you back?” Bazooka said, never taking his eyes off me. “There’s an urgent matter I need to take care of.”

When he hung up, I knew I had only a few moments to save myself. I reached for the towel wrapped around his hips and yanked it off him as he cursed under his breath. He tried to stop it from falling, while I started to run. Where? Anywhere .

I was in the hall and sprinting toward the bedroom when he grabbed me from behind.

He dragged me into the room until we both landed on the sofa.

He ended up in a sitting position, and I sprawled out across his lap and turned on my belly.

I was super uncomfortable, but it was the least of my worries.

“What did I say about touching my phone?” he growled, pulling down my joggers. I gasped and tried to free myself when he slapped my bare ass.

“What did I say? Did I or did I not tell you that you would regret it? Did I or did I not warn you?”

“Fuck you and your warnings,” I bit out.

“Why do you make me do this?” he said through his teeth, hitting my ass so hard my eyes watered.

“You will never touch my phone again.” Slap! “You will never be insolent again.” Slap! “Am I being clear?” Slap!

I blinked away my tears, cursing him.

“Answer the question.”

“Y-yes,” I stammered, drawing a shaky breath.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will touch your phone again, Alisson.”

What can I say? I was an idiot.

Bazooka choked out a laugh.

“Stop making me laugh, Luz.”

“Why?” I said, wiping snot from my nose. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not sure,” he said with a sigh. “Now, say, I will be good.”

“I will be good. Never .”

Bazooka groaned. “God, you’re driving me crazy. Get up and fetch me a pain relief cream before I do something I’ll regret.”

“Fuck off. You don’t get to feel better about this.”

“I already feel better. Do what I said. Don’t make me lose it again.”

I scrambled to my feet without pulling up my pants and flipped him off. His gaze slid down to my erect dick, and he smirked, blatantly staring at me. I turned and limped down the hall, not because of my ankle but because my ass hurt like the devil.

When I came back, he was scrolling through his phone, cool as a cucumber. Even the towel around his hips was perfectly in place.

“Resume the previous position, brat,” he said without looking at me.

I did what he said because I was too drained to argue. Also, because I didn’t dare disobey him.

“You fucker, that hurt,” I mumbled, as he started to rub the cool cream into my buttock.

“Why do you have a boner then?” Bazooka asked me a legitimate question.