Page 124 of Brainwashed

My brow lifts. “You won the bet, Felix.”

“Yea, but you could have just not done it.” He shrugs. “I mean, what am I gonna do?”

I gawk at him for a moment. I know he’s right. I’m the doctor and he’s an inmate. He’s in no position to demand anything.

“I honor my bets,” I tell him pointedly before going back to my food.

“You’re quite honorable, Sir Love.” He does a fake English accent.

I swallow down another potential smile.

As delicious as the food is, I’m finding it hard to really dig in. I usually have a decent appetite, but right now I’m feeling off. Felix, on the other hand, is ravenous. I know that it’s because he doesn’t get to eat much in here, and when he does, the food isn’t great. Actually, it’s disgusting. I’ve seen it.The best these inmates can hope for are Egg Beaters, chicken nuggets, and Eggo waffles that have been thawed and frozen so many times they’re basically cardboard.

Me bringing Felix any kind of food is a luxury, especially with his grandiose appetite.

I busy myself with cleaning, packing up the leftovers in the bag, which I plan on leaving for him.Too bad he doesn’t have a refrigerator… or any furniture, for that matter.

But watching him in this moment, he doesn’t seem to care. He’s just gleefully eating. I can’t help wondering what’s happening in his mind. I’m sure the truth serum from earlier has worn off… Now he’s just happy to be eating good food.

With me.

I gulp at the thought. That was his stipulation for his winning the bet… He wanted to eat the food with me.Because he likes spending time with me, I presume.

Felix sets his empty container down, letting out a content sigh. “That was life-affirming. Please do give my compliments to the chef.”

I nod, staring at him. He looks a bit tired, probably from all the experiments lately. And from sleeping on the floor every night. Even so, his hair looks very clean and soft, all tousled about.

My eyes drift to his mouth and I notice some sauce on his lip. My mouth goes dry.

“You have…” My voice disappears as he gapes at me.

“Hm?”

I bring my thumb to my lips, but he doesn’t seem to understand what I’m getting at. And I can’t speak. I have no voice.

This is crazy…My words have all disintegrated.

“Did you finish yours?” he asks. But I can’t even focus on what he’s saying, because there’s sauce on his goddamn lip and it’s very distracting.

I shift onto my knees. He stares at me. I crawl. His eyes widen. I crawlcloser, until I’m hovering over him, and I grab his jaw.

“W-what’s happening…” he breathes.

“Shut up for a second,” I growl.

And I lean in, brushing my mouth on his until I can feel his warm breath like a kickstart in my balls. I’m vibrating as I seal my lips over his lower, and suck. Just sort of… kissing the sauce off his mouth while he shivers beneath me.

I just need to see… I just want to try…

Felix lets out a needy hum, succumbing to what I’m doing while instantly shifting upward, like he’s giving himself to me. No hesitations or qualms.

He just hands himself right over.

His lip is soft and sweet in my mouth. It tastes like the tart yet sugary flavor of what we were just eating, but mixed with him, something I’ve never tasted before.

It’s aman.I’m kissing a man.

A soft breath leaves me and goes into him. And he welcomes it, parting his lips just enough for me to slide my tongue over his lip. I squeeze his jaw harder with frustratingly dedicated fingers. It’s smooth, freshly shaven. But sharp. So very masculine.