Page 24 of Make Me Scream (Visceral #2)
“Yeah, me too, I guess.” I grip the back of my neck and squeeze, hating the reminder of the conversation with Ma.
“Is it bad timing to ask for phone sex?” Abel gushes out of nowhere, and I splutter.
I shoot up in bed, hacking and smacking my chest as I choke on my spit. “Jesus fucking Christ, runt.”
“What?” he asks, blinking owlishly through the frame, but his face is blooming with heat, his usually pale pallor now a beautiful pink color.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I tell him honestly, even as my groin tightens. The longer I stare at him, the deeper the color staining his face gets, and it’s lovely.
He clears his throat. “That’s pretty grim, even for you.”
“Thought you liked that shit, runt? The dark and dirty, the nitty and gritty?”
“Oh, most definitely.” He smirks, and the flash of his little dimples makes my stomach flip.
This is exactly what I needed—Abel being Abel in all his fucked-up-ness. A good distraction.
Maybe we do need phone sex…
“So, you mentioned phone sex?” I drawl, raising a brow.
“Oh… oh! ” he squeaks. “Really?” he glances around what I’m assuming is his room. “Right now?”
“But first, show me your room,” I demand, now curious.
“My room?”
“Yeah, puppy. I wanna see it. I wanna see the whole place, but for now, at least show me where you’re going to be sleeping.”
“Uh… Okay…” he scrambles out of bed and flips the camera around.
The first thing I see is the cheap and broken accordion folding door, surrounded by yellow-stained walls.
I gape as he spins the phone around the painfully small room before settling back on the twin bed in front of him.
It’s bare of any sheets or blankets—and it’s stained.
I remember a few months ago, hell, even just a few weeks ago, I would’ve relished in this, but now, my stomach coils in anxious disgust.
“Abel…”
“Hey,” he laughs lightly, but I hear the tension straining his voice. “Let’s not, baby boy. We were having such a great time.”
I grit my teeth in resistance, but I can’t help but blurt, “I don’t fucking like this.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he drops back on the bed. His hair puffs out around him, and my fingers ache to run through it. “No fucking shit, Peris.”
“Don’t be a smartass, Abel.”
“Oh, but who would I be if I wasn’t one, baby?”
“You might actually be a decent human being,” I mutter, barely hiding my smirk.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he waggles his brows and scoots down on the bed, folding one of his arms behind his head to get comfortable. His bridge piercing glints in the light, slightly crooked, and I want to yank on it.
“Tug on your piercing,” I demand. Abel splutters.
“Excuse me?” He coughs, rearing back.
“You heard me,” I say again, my face flushing slightly at my ridiculous command, but fuck, I want what I want, and I can’t fucking have it.
“You want me to… tug on my bridge piercing?...” he questions as his index and middle finger trace up the bridge of his slightly crooked nose to trail along the silver barbel.
“Yes,” I grit out, feeling my dick harden just watching him.
“You are one strange, strange boy,” he muses but does what I ask.
His long fingers trace the bar with surprising delicacy, his blunt nail scratching silver before he grabs the ball on the right side and yanks harshly.
It pulls through his skin, and it looks like it should hurt, but he doesn’t react in the slightest.
My breathing increases, chest starting to heave the longer he teases me—and it’s so fucking hot I’m losing my mind.
“Is that what you wanted, Peris?”
“Yes,” I grunt like the animal I feel taking over.
“Want me to do it again, baby boy?” he asks so softly, phone shaking slightly in his hand.
His face blurs, and I nod, my throat closing up.
He smirks that stupid fucking smirk—the one that sets my blood on fire and makes me want to throttle him.
But he licks those fucking lips and grazes that barbell, reaching for the ball on the other side before tugging it in the opposite direction.
I hiss, hips thrusting upward as his flesh is stretched.
“Fuck, you really like that, don’t you?” Abel asks, seeming genuinely surprised.
“Yes,” I grunt, aching to reach my hand in my pants but resisting because Abel is all I see and all I want.
“W-why?” he stutters out, phone still shaking. I can make out his chest in the frame, and it’s heaving considerably, which makes my own breathing kick up another notch. I swallow, and then, I frown.
“You’re really questioning my kinks, puppy?”
He laughs, and I’ve never heard a better sound in my life. “Fair enough.” I relish in the echoes of it until Abel interrupts my musings. “So, are we gonna fuck or what?”
I blow out a breath and roll my eyes. “Leave it to you,” I mutter, and he feigns indignation.
“What?” he gasps, hand to his chest as he drops his jaw. “ Moi ?”
“Fuck you. Now I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh, come on, baby boy,” he purrs, bringing the phone close enough I can see the dilation of his pupils. “You’re always in the mood for me.”
“I want your pussy, but I damn well can’t have that, now can I, puppy? So, it’s not really fair of you to fucking tease me.”
“Oh, f-fuck,” he stutters, his face flushing so brightly, I can tell even in the shadows. His reaction has more blood rushing to my groin, and I finally give in to the urge to shove my hand down my pants. The relief is instant, and I release a groan. Abel’s resounding squeak is music to my ears.
“You know, for such a little whore, you sure do act like an innocent prude,” I mutter as I jack myself off to his pretty little noises.
Abel’s phone shakes considerably as he does what I assume to be the same. His breaths come out in short, breathy pants as he says, “And for a homophobic virgin, you sure act like a dirty slut.”
My heart knocks against my breastbone. “ Jesus Christ. ” I gasp, squeezing my dick right at the glans to keep myself from coming. “You’re a dirty boy,” I spit through gritted teeth.
“Says the nasty one,” he retorts easily.
“We’re one in the same, aren’t we, runt?” My balls draw up close, and I reach around my shaft to press two fingers against my taint, gasping at the zing that shoots through my entire fucking groin.
“I guess we are, baby boy. Shared madness and all that.”
“ Hmm. ” I groan loudly, too lost in sensation as I press and squeeze simultaneously with the one free hand that I have, trying my best to keep Abel in the frame with the other, but it’s beyond difficult when I can barely fucking see through my blurred vision.
“Oh, you’re about to shoot for me, aren’t you?” he purrs so softly, and I whimper. “Come on, baby boy. Come for your puppy.” And fuck me, I do.
Cum shoots up my abdomen, staining the shirt that had ridden up my chest and nearly hitting my phone that now slumps against the left side of my bed, where I’d dropped my hand in the middle of my orgasm.
I’m panting helplessly, seeing nothing but a blur as I stare up at my ceiling, skin buzzing and muscles screaming in bliss.
“Let me see you,” my runt murmurs, and I slowly roll to my side, bringing the phone close to my face.
Abel gasps, and I watch with rapt attention as he quickly brings himself off, his own phone shaking as he works his little cock.
He angles the phone down without having to be asked, and I have the pleasure of watching his release spurt from his hole and up his stomach in thick, white globs—and I ache to fucking taste it.
“Eat it for me, puppy,” I say breathlessly. Abel sighs softly and swipes his fingers through the mess, his dick now resting on his abdomen, slowly softening, and he brings them to his lips to suck on them.
We hum simultaneously, both of us curled on our sides, phones wedged in the crooks of our arms as we bask in post- coital bliss together. It’s not the same, but we’re together, and that’s something where Abel’s concerned.
“I was worried you’d turn away from me when you left,” I tell him in a rare show of honesty sometime later, long after the sun has set and everyone’s been asleep for hours. I’m pretty sure we’ve been dozing for some time but keep waking to smile at one another occasionally.
It’s weird, but also… not.
“There’s still time,” he says truthfully, and I nod, but I refuse to accept that.
“I don’t fucking think so, runt,” I tell him with a big yawn. My eyes refuse to open again, and I nuzzle into my blanket as I listen to the sound of his breathing. “You’re mine,” I remind him tiredly.
“Yeah, Peris. I know,” he says softly as I fade into nothingness.