Page 37 of Bazooka

Addiction

Bazooka

So, yeah.

That happened.

And fuck me.

Sex with Luz was an eye-opening, earth-shattering experience, which I chose not to contemplate.

Why? Because I was still stunned by it. I wasn’t ready to have that conversation with myself, and I also didn’t have time for it.

Why? Because I was trying to get some semblance of control over my body after I fucked him at…

what was it, ten a.m.? I had a day off, but this was debauchery at its finest.

I decided to take a shower before breakfast, when Luz suggested we do it together.

And I thought, why not, right? Wrong! On our way to the bathroom, I barely stopped myself from fucking him into the first hard surface.

The second incident happened in the bathroom, after I realized I couldn’t keep my hands off him.

In the shower, Luz kept rubbing his ass against my dick so invitingly that a monk would forget his vows.

I turned off the hot water and left only the cold one on, hoping it would help.

It did until we reached the hall, but then Luz wrapped his arms around my neck and glued his naked, wet body to mine.

If he’d backed off then, maybe it would have been easier, but this was Luz.

Tenacious, needy, touch-starved, insatiable.

He got hard every time the wind blew, and although I was ten years older than him, I wasn’t far behind.

After the disaster in the hall was averted, I almost fucked him in the kitchen while he was making us breakfast. Why? Because he put on something that made his ass look like a gift-wrapped Christmas present. I choked when I saw him, not bothering to hide my outrage.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Luz raised the whisk theatrically before dipping it into a pancake mixture.

“Underwear,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Duh.”

Bzzzzt! Wrong answer. It wasn’t underwear, but an excuse for a fabric, and I was determined to make my point.

“What’s this thing called?” I demanded.

“Jockstrap, Grandpa,” he said over his shoulder.

No, it was a snake in the Garden of Eden.

The fruit tree Tantalus kept reaching for.

The veritable Delilah, before cutting off Samson’s hair and making him lose all his strength.

It was exactly how I felt—powerless to resist him.

And his tight ass, the ass I inhabited not an hour ago, made me fucking drool.

It made me crack, so I dipped my fingers into the butter on the countertop, blinded by lust. With my eyes on his crack and my fingers coated in greasy spread, I stepped towards him and…

no! I stopped myself in the nick of time because…

I was an officer of the law, dammit! Instead of ravishing him, I slapped his ass and ordered him to put some clothes on. He made an issue of it, of course.

“Why should I?” he said, raising his chin in defiance. “It’s hot next to the stove.”

I didn’t want to tell him he was tempting me so much that my teeth itched, so I found another excuse.

“Because it’s dangerous to cook naked.”

“I’m almost done,” he growled, as if I were the one being unreasonable. “This was the last pancake. And I’m not fucking naked! Does this look naked to you?”

He cupped his balls, making a point.

“I’m not doing this with you,” I said, heading to the bedroom, when he jumped on my back. I almost lost my balance, because he took me by surprise before he wrapped himself around me like a monkey.

“What the fuck, pest?” I grumbled as he rained kisses all over my neck.

“I forgive you because I like you too much,” he said, sounding breathless. “And because I’m horny. Are you horny?”

“No,” I lied, chuckling when he bit my ear. “Do I need a tetanus shot?”

“You need to fuck me again, Bazooka,” he grumbled. “You promised, remember?”

“I promised no such thing. Get off me.”

“But you said you would feed me your cum, Baz. And I’m hungry .”

Jesus.

“First, you’re not hungry because you munched half the pancakes,” I stated. “Second, I said I would reward you if you behaved. Putting that jock-thing on you isn’t behaving. It’s misbehaving.”

Truth be told, I was dying to put my dick into whichever hole in his body he offered, but he needed to be put in his place.

He was a spoiled brat used to getting his way, and I couldn’t have that.

Also, there was this self-control thing.

Self-preservation thing, if you would. I needed to know that I could control myself around him—for my own sanity.

“Get dressed, brat,” I growled, throwing him on the bed. “I’m taking you out.”

He clamped a hand over his mouth, wide-eyed. “We’re going on a date?”

“No,” I snorted. “Get over yourself. I just need some fresh air.”

And some place that didn’t have a bed, so I could stop imagining myself fucking him there.

“OurfirstdateI’msoexcited!” he squealed, jumping to his feet and opening the closet. “Shit! I have nothing to wear.”

I considered ripping that jock-thing off him when his aquamarine eyes found mine.

“I look good in blue, right?”

His smile was disarming, so I walked up to him and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead.

“You look good in everything, Luz,” I said and kissed him.

I kissed those perpetually pouty lips because I couldn’t help myself.

Because I couldn’t stop. Because he was sweet and he smelled sweet.

Like pancakes. Like all the sugar in the world.

Like a temptation of the highest order. I barely put my mouth on his when our dicks swelled, bumping into each other.

It was as if they had the same freaking mind or something.

It was a fucking conspiracy. In a moment of weakness, I rubbed my erection against his and almost lost my mind.

When his tongue licked at mine, I forced myself to pull away.

Maybe he turned me into a sex addict, but I wasn’t done fighting it. Not yet.

The first step in the right direction was leaving my apartment, so I dressed in a hurry.

I ate the rest of the pancakes while waiting for Luz, still eyeing that butter.

The temptation was still there, and the fire still burned inside me.

My dick was still hard. Luz needed more time because he couldn’t decide what to wear until I threatened to leave without him.

When he came out of the bedroom dressed in ripped jeans and a lilac shirt, my jaw dropped.

“You’re cute as fuck,” I said before my brain could stop me.

His lips split into a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe,” I corrected myself, opening the front door for him. “Let’s go, Lucius.”

“Thank you, Levi,” he said, giving me a pointed look.

So what? I defended myself internally. Why wouldn’t I open a door for a dude?

Nothing wrong with that, but the fact was, I started to see him differently after sex happened.

Even before that, he somehow wormed his way into my heart because I started to care about him.

His hair wasn’t just dirty blonde anymore, but golden and blinding like the sun.

His aquamarine eyes, a mish-mash of green and blue, weren’t just pretty, but mesmerizing.

His lanky body made my mouth water because I couldn’t stop imagining those long limbs wrapped around me.

His ass in those tight jeans… my God! I would never look at his ass again without imagining my dick inside it.

There was something proprietary in the way I felt about him, and since I wasn’t a fan of owning things (or people), it confused the shit out of me.

So, no wonder I almost crossed the street at a red traffic light before Luz stopped me.

“Whoa,” he said, chuckling. “You got lost in thought there, huh, Baz?”

He wiggled his eyebrows at me teasingly while I almost blanked out because of the way he smiled at me.

I had seen his smile countless times before, but now it made me feel as if the entire world was made of kindness.

His smile was the world I didn’t live in, but wanted to, and it caused a strange pang in my heart.

For a while, we strolled the rain-washed streets in comfortable silence.

It took me a few blocks to realize we had done it hand-in-hand.

I almost didn’t notice it, because his hand in mine felt like a puzzle piece that had found its match.

I knew I should pull my hand away, but I kept telling myself. One moment longer. Then you’ll do it.

“Cherries!” Luz suddenly exclaimed and almost gave me a heart attack. “Baz, if you buy me cherries, I will let you ride my ass all night long.”

He pulled me after him while I looked around to check if anyone had heard him.

“Can you be more mindful of the things you say?” I muttered as he led me toward the stall with fruit.

“I can if I put my mind to it,” he said with a shrug. “But mostly I don’t want to.”

Shocker.

“Awesome cherries, dude,” he said to the seller. “Give me the dark ones in the corner. My boyfriend’s paying. He’s a cop, though, so how about a discount for Smitsville’s bravest and handsomest? Also, they have, like, the worst salary.”

I shook my head, thinking that perhaps we should have stayed at home and risked breaking the bed.

That way, only I would hear the gibberish coming from his mouth.

It was too late for that, so I took the bag from his hand and let him lead me to the next nightmare station called the fun park.

It didn’t sit well with me for two reasons.

First, I was a serious guy who didn’t have the word fun in his vocabulary.

I worked hard and played hard, so having fun wasn’t something I was accustomed to.

Second, Luz’s hand was in mine again, because I was apparently whipped, so… another red flag.