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Chapter 22

Louis

I thought I’d freak out more than I did when Sparrow took off, but I ended up having to throw out a couple of drunks, and when I was done, Sparrow tapped my shoulder and acted as if he’d been by my side all along. The rest of the night left me no chance to talk to him, so the next day is as good as it gets.

I don’t mean to sneak up on him, but it proves too tempting to resist with him lying on his stomach and watching TV in those booty shorts he loves lounging around in.

I keep my steps quiet until I’m a few inches away, then I speak up in a low voice.

“What happened last night?”

Sparrow jolts like a frightened cat. “Happened? N-Nothing happened.”

“Why did you run away from me as if you’d seen a ghost or something?”

“I felt sick from the cigarette. I thought I told you.”

“You didn’t smell like vomit when you came back. And I know what your vomit smells like.”

His cheeks turn red. “Well…maybe I didn’t puke. Maybe I just needed a break.” He turns to his back with a sullen pout to his mouth, and clearly trying to distract me, he parts his legs and glances at my crotch.

In different circumstances, I could appreciate a distraction like that, but now it just has me even more convinced he’s hiding something from me.

“You’re going to tell me the truth.”

“What truth?” Sparrow asks innocently. He plays with the strings at the front of his booty shorts, flopping them back and forth.

“That’s what you’re going to tell me.” With a knee on the couch, I lean over him, hands on his sides. His eyelids flutter, and his mouth parts as he licks his lips. It never fails to amaze me how responsive he is. “Well? What got you startled last night? Tell me.”

“Or else?” he asks with a sweetly seductive smile.

I know we’re both getting hard from this little game, but it’s not supposed to be a game, damn it; I’m worried about him! But fine by me if he wants to play it. He’s going to lose.

I lean closer and whisper into his ear, “Or else I’ll put you over my lap and slap your ass until you scream.”

He purrs. Purrs . Gone are the days when he’d get nervous from the mere sight of me—now he doesn’t even fear my threats? I can’t have that.

“Suit yourself.” With one swift motion, I grab his arms and flip us over until I’m sitting on the couch, and he’s draped over my lap, ass in the air. He lets out a yelp—from surprise if nothing else—but when I have my way with him, he’ll let out a lot more sounds than that. “Tell me.” I rip his shorts down to expose the smooth mounds of his ass, and he squirms and giggles in my lap.

“N-No.”

I bring my palm down in a loud smack over one ass cheek, and he jerks in my lap, gasping.

“You can stop this at any time.” I spank him again, harder, and he squirms and gasps as his skin blooms red. “All you have to do is tell me the truth.”

He’s panting in my lap now, his crotch humping my thigh. Damn, I never knew this would turn me on as much as it does. My cock is filling up fast, and it doesn’t help that his chest nudges my crotch every time I slap him. He’s hard as well—I feel it through the thin fabric of his booty shorts, and soon, his moans grow ragged and wanton as I rub his heated cheeks with my palm. When my fingers slide down his crack, he lets out a whine and parts his thighs further.

“Little slut,” I hiss into his ear. “You like me punishing you like this?”

“Yes,” he whimpers. “I like it.”

“You like it when I do this?” I spit on my fingers and rub them over his hole.

He rocks against me, humping my lap even harder. “Yes. Yes!”

“Hm. Well, you won’t get any more of it unless you tell me what I want to know.”

“W-What do you want to know?” he asks, breathless.

“I want to know what’s going on with you. What’s wrong? What secrets do you keep from me?” I punctuate the sentence by shoving a finger into him so suddenly he yelps. I work the finger deeper inside him, wiggling it and finding a spot that has him gasping.

“N-Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“You know what I think?” I grab a fistful of his hair and yank him upward. “I think you’re lying. And you know what happens to boys who lie?” Teeth scraping the lobe of his ear, I hiss, “They get fucked.”

He makes a tiny, wanton noise—so heady, so sweet, and so, so dirty it makes my mind go into overdrive.

I get my cock out in record time and press his head down to my crotch. He swallows me down without missing a beat, groans muffled around my shaft.

“Yeah, get that nice and wet for me. Good boy.” I reach for his ass and keep pumping my finger in and out. “You ready to get fucked?”

His moan vibrates around my cock as he sloppily sucks on the head.

“I think you are. Get on your hands and knees for me.”

He slides off my cock with a wet pop and crawls onto all fours, waiting for me as I slick myself up with lube I get from the bedroom. Kneeling on the couch, I press his shoulder blades down until his ass is fully in the air, spread and on display for me, and I’m torn between sinking my cock into that perfect hole and tonguing him open until he mewls.

I settle for the former: pressing the head to his opening and sinking slowly inside. Face pressed to the couch, Sparrow turns his neck to look at me, and the flutter of his eyelashes as I breach him has me damn near coming on the spot.

I take a steadying breath and plunge deeper, fully submerged in the divine tightness of his channel. With no more than a few thrusts to get him used to the brutal stretch of his ass, I start fucking him without mercy, making him moan with every ruthless snap of my hips.

“This is what lying little boys like you get,” I growl. “They get their every hole stretched and used with no say in the matter.”

“Yes,” Sparrow gasps. “Yeah, oh fuck … Louis …”

I grab his shoulders, rip him upright, and maneuver him to sit in my lap. With his back to my torso and my feet on the floor as leverage, I thrust back inside him and wrap my fist around his cock.

“So wet for me,” I whisper into his ear, sliding my thumb over his leaking slit. My fist envelops his shaft, and I jerk him sloppily as I keep pummeling his ass.

“Oh my god,” he whines. He puts his feet on the couch on either side of me and sets his own rhythm with erratic jerks of his hips. “Gonna come…I’m gonna come…”

“Lying boys don’t get to come,” I growl, but despite my words, I keep stroking him.

“B-But— ah !” He cries out, nearly screams, and as I fuck him through his orgasm, it feels like I’m plunging deeper into him than ever before. His ass swallows me up as his cock twitches in my hand, and the resulting release is one that ripples through my whole body and shoots through my extremities, tearing a groan so animalistic from my throat that I barely recognize myself.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, buried inside him as his ass keeps clenching, stealing every last pulse of my cum. “Oh fuck.”

Sparrow moans as he keeps riding my cock in a back-and-forth motion, slipping and sliding on our wetness. “Wanna keep it inside,” he whispers. “Always.”

Unable to deny him, I tip him to the side until he lies with his face to the couch and his ass in the air. He clenches his poor, stretched hole, desperately trying to keep my cum inside.

“It’s…it’s in the bedroom drawer,” he tells me, breathless in his struggle.

“I know.” I fetch his butt plug. Kneeling on the couch, I kiss the tip of the plug before I push it gently into his pulsating hole, keeping my cum where he wants it. “There you go.”

He relaxes instantly with a moan of relief, hands curling at his sides. “Thank you.” He snuggles up to me and buries his cheek into my chest.

“Now you can keep me with you,” I mumble into his hair.

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

Sparrow smiles and presses himself closer, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, skin to skin, heart to heart. It feels so intimate. It feels so right.

Somewhere along the line, I lost track of why I was doing this in the first place. Maybe he was telling the truth about last night after all, but even if he didn’t, taking care of him like this feels more important. Besides, maybe I should have some faith that he’ll tell me if he needs my help or if something is wrong.

I don’t yet trust myself, but I’m starting to trust him.

I wake up from the incessant ringing of the doorbell. I must have been so distracted by Sparrow’s small hand gripping mine that I fell asleep beside him.

“Shit,” I hiss and yank my pants on. Sparrow stirs but doesn’t seem to wake up, and I throw a blanket his way as I go to open the door. My mouth falls open when I see who’s on the other side.

Joshua. I didn’t think he knew where I live, and a pang of anger courses through me at the thought of Maurice giving him my address.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growl.

He pushes into my apartment before I can stop him. “Someone stole my fucking dog!”

“And?” Whoever took him, that poor dog is probably better off.

“I bet it was that faggot bitch Nathan Antler. He and his asshole boyfriend weren’t at Mumphrey Hill last night.”

I cross my arms. “And what do you want me to do about it?”

“What do you think? Get my dog back! And punish that little faggot while you’re at it.”

“Say ‘faggot’ one more time, and I’ll punch your teeth into your skull.”

Joshua stares at me with a mix of anger and apprehension. “Fine. Just get the dog back.”

“And why would I do that? I’m not your little errand boy.”

“Well…” Joshua grabs his chin in mock contemplation. “If you’d rather I tell Maurice how you ignored your job yesterday in favor of tongue-fucking your little boy toy, then fine by me. But you’ve already messed up on duty once, and not that long ago either. Dunno if old Maurice would be so keen on forgiving you this time.”

I glare at him wordlessly, fists clenched at my sides, longing to wipe that smug smile off his face.

“Just making the terms clear,” he says with a shrug.

Little shit. He has no idea what I could do to him, the pain I could inflict…Well, the truth is he does know, but he also knows I won’t do anything to him no matter how much he baits me, which makes this whole thing ten times more frustrating.

“Where do I find this guy?” Whoever this Nathan Antler is, I’m sure he can be convinced to give the dog back without much fuss. One look at me is usually enough incentive for most civilians.

“He works at the animal shelter up north,” Joshua says. “I bet that’s where he took Denver, the little fa—” He stops himself midsentence when he sees my scowl.

“I’ll get it done. Now get the fuck out.” I gesture to the door, and Joshua saunters toward it.

“What’s going on?” Sparrow peeks over the sofa, still naked save for the blanket I threw at him.

Joshua’s face breaks into a grin. “Ooh, look at this. A repeat for once? He must be pretty special, then, Louis, for you to—”

I slam the door in his face.

Fuck this shit. I need a drink after I’ve gotten this job done. Several drinks. It’s a Saturday, after all.

“What was that about?” Sparrow asks.

I’d rather spare him from what’s about to go down, but I know how anxious he gets whenever I have to leave the apartment on short notice. He doesn’t deserve that, and besides, it’s about time I show him the more gruesome aspects of my job.

“Get dressed; we’re going out.”