Page 35 of Bazooka

Maybe. Maybe Not.

Luz

Options. I had them. One was turning over a new leaf. The other one was suicide. The third one was seduction, which hadn’t been so successful in the past. So, I chose the fourth one. Cupcakes.

But that was yesterday. That was before what happened, happened.

I still couldn’t believe it happened, but I’ve been staring at the proof ever since Bazooka had left.

The proof was the wet wipes I’d used yesterday after I came in my pants like a teenager.

It was kind of embarrassing, but in my defense, Bazooka put his hand on my dick, so kudos to me for surviving it.

And today was a new day, but what did it all mean?

“What do you think?” I asked Jordan over morning coffee.

“I don’t know,” he replied thoughtfully. “Bazooka is difficult to read. How did he seem to you this morning?”

I shrugged. “Normal. Sleepy. Kind.”

“But sexual organs have been touched, and bodily fluids were released?” Jordan asked me.

“Correct,” I replied.

“But isn’t he like… straight? Why the sudden change of heart? Or was it just a single, solitary leap into the unknown?”

It was the only thing that kept me from knocking on Bazooka’s door.

Was he still straight? Or wasn’t he? Unsure, maybe?

I couldn’t bear not knowing. I couldn’t bear it.

So, I sent him a text, but only after changing his name on my phone from Bazooka (the one who betrayed me) to Bazooka (the love of my life).

Me: Hey .

The three dots appeared and disappeared, scaring the shit out of me.

Bazooka (the love of my life): Hey.

Me : Are you okay?

Bazooka (the love of my life): Yeah. You?

Me: I’m great. Can I ask you a question?

Bazooka (the love of my life): Can I stop you?

I hesitated, but thinking things through wasn’t my strong suit, so I decided to go all in.

Me: Are you still hard?

The three dots appeared and disappeared. Appeared. Disappeared. Torturing me.

Bazooka (the love of my life): Do your fingers still smell of cum?

Fuck. Me.

Yesterday, I promised myself not to be a clingy wreck. I promised myself I would back off, but that was yesterday. This was a whole new ball game.

Momentarily putting my personal drama on hold, I looked at Jordan.

“How did this come about?” I said, pointing my chin at his black eye.

He scoffed. “Markland got drunk and fell asleep in my bed. When he saw me there in the morning, he punched me. I punched him back. End of story.”

I dragged my hand down my face. “Why do you let him do this to you, Jordie? And why do you keep pining after this guy when he doesn’t give a shit about you? Not to mention that he’s an ass.”

“I’m not pining after him,” Jordie mumbled, avoiding my gaze. “I’m asexual, remember?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re in love, you moron. And judging by the way you’re looking at him, you’re anything but asexual. But he doesn’t deserve you, so find someone better.”

After Jordan left for work, I took a shower.

I put on my new green blouse and jeans that made my butt look awesome.

Fine, it always looked awesome. A touch of concealer under my eyes, but other than that, I looked perfect.

I would fuck myself, to be perfectly honest. I also slipped lube into my back pocket in case Bazooka got rid of the one I’d left in his apartment.

Presumptuous? Maybe, but I was a confident guy, so fuck it. Que sera, sera.

When I called Jordan, I was too anxious for words.

“Is he there?” I whispered as soon as he answered. “Don’t let Baz know who’s calling you.”

“He has a day off. Relax.”

Okay. That was good, right? No, that was great. But was he at home? Where else would he be?

I hurried out of the apartment and ran down the stairs. Once on the street, I headed toward the military-looking person dressed in civilian clothes who was hiding behind the newsstand.

“Hey,” I said when I reached him. “What’s your name?”

He gulped, looking like someone who had just stepped into a pile of poop.

“Vincent,” he replied.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Vincent. Can you give me a ride?”

And so it happened that my bodyguard, Vincent, proved himself useful for once and drove me to Bazooka’s place.

“Thanks, Vincent,” I said when we reached our destination. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

I looked up at the balcony that belonged to Bazooka’s apartment. My heart swelled with joy, but then I got nervous. Now that I was here, I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea. Then again, Baz said I could visit him, so why not, right?

By the time I reached his flat, I was panicking.

When I rang the doorbell, no one answered, and my heart sank.

I considered the possibility that he’d seen me through the peephole and decided not to let me in, but it wasn’t his style.

I rang again, when a thought crossed my mind that made me freeze in fear.

What if Mendoza got to him? What if he sent his goons after Bazooka?

What if they were inside, beating Baz up while I stood here like an idiot?

I pulled the key to the apartment out of my pocket (because I never returned it to him) and unlocked the door. Slowly, I opened it, only to feel something cold pressing against my temple.

“Move and you’re dead.”

I froze on the spot. Literally. I couldn’t move. Or breathe.

“It’s me,” I squeaked. “Don’t shoot.”

Bazooka appeared in front of me, wet and naked, apart from a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Jesus Christ, Luz,” he said, lowering his gun. “I could have shot you. What were you thinking?”

“I got sc-cared,” I stammered, still unable to move. “I thought you were in dan-danger.”

“Fucking hell,” Bazooka muttered, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me inside. “Are you okay? Can you breathe?”

“I’m f-fine,” I whispered as he poured me a glass of water from the tap.

“Here, drink this,” he said, handing me the glass. “It will help with the shock.”

I did what he said, looking around. The place seemed the same as when I left it, but one thing was clear—it definitely needed curtains.

“Thank you,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Stay here.”

He left the room, only to return dressed in a T-shirt and sweats that hugged his crotch in a way that made me want to attack it. Was a citizen’s arrest still a thing? Unaware of my dilemma, Bazooka opened the fridge.

“I have sparkling water and tequila,” he said, looking at me questioningly.

I could definitely use some liquid courage.

“Tequila, please.”

He filled two glasses with tequila as I started yapping, because… nerves. I was fucking entitled.

“Um… I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. I mean… You told me I could, so I did. With my bodyguard. I didn’t bring him here, of course. He just drove me here. I heard you had a day off, so…”

“You heard?” he said, walking up to me and handing me my glass.

I took it, trying to hide my nervousness.

“Yeah, erm… Jordan mentioned it. I think.”

“You think?” Bazooka said, sounding amused. Was he laughing at me?

I was about to ask him that when he leaned against the wall and looked at me.

I swallowed hard, feeling as if I were under a microscope.

Everything around me faded into the background.

I could feel charged energy between us, crackling like two power lines placed together.

There was something about his stance that gave me pause. The way he stared at me was… intense.

“Why are you here?” He asked me a legitimate question.

Why was I here? To get fucked, of course. And because I couldn’t live without him. Neither of these answers was a smart answer, so I tried to think of one.

“Um… I thought we could hang out. Go to the beach, maybe. Grab lunch somewhere… or something like that.”

He cocked his eyebrows. “You mean, like a date?”

I opened my mouth to deny it when a thought crossed my mind. Maybe he wanted it to be a date. No. No way. But still…

The shadow of a doubt made me stupider than I usually was.

“Do you want to go on one?” I squeaked.

His eyes slid down my body, and for a moment, he looked as if he was about to bite into a big, juicy steak.

“No, to both the beach and lunch,” he said, smirking. “Double no to the date.”

I ignored a pang of disappointment in my chest, trying to appear unaffected.

“Oh… um… okay. Well then, I guess… I’ll go by myself then.”

I turned to leave when he spoke.

“Is this all you came for?”

Oh, so he was fucking with me!

I turned and gave him a sweet smile, then flipped him off. With a semi in my pants, but with my pride intact, I headed to the door because fuck him . My hand was on the handle when he walked up to me, chuckling.

“Stop, angry kitten. I was just teasing you.”

“Fuck off,” I said, fed up with him and his sense of humor.

I opened the door when he slammed it back shut. I turned, bracing for a fight, when he pinned me against the door and shoved his tongue in my mouth. And just like that, I melted into a puddle. I was gone, liquified like butter on a hot skillet.

After he kissed the shit out of me, he stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes and blinked because everything around me was blurry.

“This,” he said, pointing his finger at the space between us. “Stays casual. Is that acceptable to you?”

I gulped. “I can do casual if it means I can do you.”

He grinned. “That’s great, Luscious Lucius. Now go to my bedroom and strip. I’m fucking you today.”

I almost ran there, glancing at him over my shoulder to check if he was coming. When he pulled his T-shirt over his head, I tripped over the rug and almost fell. He followed me into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him, making me flinch.

“Strip, Luz. Don’t make me say it again.”

I practically tore my clothes off me, starting with my T-shirt. I kicked off my sneakers. Socks, gone. Jeans too, but not before I tossed the lube on the bed. Bazooka looked at it and smirked.

I shrugged. “I thought I might get lucky.”

He grinned. “Oh, you will.”

Fuck.