Page 13 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface (Ghostlight Falls #1)

Chapter twelve

Axel and Rodd

Miguel

I decide to give Mappy some space after seeing his reaction to the lab.

Maybe bringing him there wasn’t the right call.

He obviously recognized it, but I wasn’t expecting him to panic.

I’m not sure what exactly I was expecting, but fear wasn’t it.

I let Mabel know everything is alright and head back to my rental.

I spend most of the night reviewing the notebooks I took from the lab.

Carter documents everything . Which is helpful in some ways, but also means there’s a lot of useless information to sift through.

His “traumatic experience” experiment seems to have been a failure, given that Mappy was still there when I left.

Hopefully, Carter doesn’t interpret this as Mappy needing a more traumatic experience.

Showing him the lab today might’ve been enough for that.

I wish I could’ve grabbed all the notebooks, so I could’ve figured out what happened there.

The next day, Mappy’s not at his usual spot and Mabel informs me he didn’t show this morning.

Eli had told me that my car was ready, which means I can just leave.

There’s no reason I need to stay in this town anymore, and I can’t imagine Mappy wants to see me after bringing him to the lab.

But I need to make sure he’s okay. And if I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to leave.

When I knock on Mappy’s door, I don’t realize how tense I am until the muscles in my shoulders relax at the sight of Mappy’s face. He still looks destroyed, completely devastated, but he's Mappy. Not Carter. Swinging open his door, he lets me in.

He’s wearing sweatpants, hung low on his hips, and for some reason, that’s more distracting to me than the usual little shorts he struts around in.

“Coffee?” he asks, still trying to be a good host. I shake my head and take him to the couch with me.

He doesn’t reject my touch, so once we’re seated, I pull his legs over mine, tugging him in close. He drops his head on my shoulder, his wings tucked in as much as he’s able.

“You good?” I ask him, even though I know the answer. He shakes his head against my shoulder. “About yesterday—”

“Why would you take me there? To the machine? It’s too close.” He’s staring at the wall as if he can see through it.

“Carter took me there before the train tracks. I thought showing it to you might explain some things. I didn’t know for sure that you had been there before.” He snuggles in closer to me. “Do you want to talk about the machine?”

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about Carter?”

“No.”

I smile, even though he’s being a pouty brat. At least he’s talking to me.

“What would you like to do, then?”

He refuses to look at me. “Are you leaving today?”

“That depends. Do you want me to leave today?”

“No.” He plays with the hem of my shirt, still refusing to look at me.

“Then I’ll stay.”

“Seriously?” His eyebrows pinch together.

“I have nowhere to be.” Thinking of Carter, despite my attempts not to, I add, “For the next day or two.” Don’t want that map thinking no one will miss me if something happens. “Might as well spend time in Ghostlight Falls.”

He grins at me, then leans in for a kiss.

It starts out slow, but once his lips part, I get greedy.

When our tongues meet, he lets out a soft whimper, and it’s all I can do to not yank his sweats down and have my way with him here and now.

He shifts to straddle me, the new position giving him more room to stretch his wings.

I grab his ass, grinding him against me.

He moans into my mouth as I do it again.

I’m going to come dry humping him on the couch like a teenager.

And I don’t even care. Keeping one hand on his ass, I move my other hand up his back to the base of his wing.

He drops his head back as I run my nails up and down it.

“Do you like that?” He moans a response.

I keep him grinding on me while I play with his wing.

His fingers dig into my shoulders as he keeps up the rhythm I set for him.

Moving my hand from his ass to the waistband of his sweats, I tug it down, exposing his cock.

As soon as my hand touches it, he whimpers again.

I circle my thumb around the head. “Are you going to come for me?”

His fingers curl, nails digging into me. “I’m trying so hard not to. Shit, Miguel, I think if I look at you right now, I’m done for.”

My tongue traces the lines on his chest, swirling around the compass before flicking his nipple. He makes such beautiful noises. I have to close my eyes and mentally name baseball players. When I’ve regained control, I grab his hair, forcing him to look at me.

“I want you to come, Mappy.” I tighten my grip on his hair.

He winces a little, biting his perfect lip.

Grabbing his cock in my hand, I slide my fingers over the ridges and scales.

“I have wanted my hands on this cock since I first saw you.” I kiss him, sucking on his lip.

“I want this cock”—I pick up the pace, stroking him harder and faster, like I would myself—“shoved down my throat. Can you do that for me?” He nods, barely able to hold it together.

“Be my good boy and fuck my face?” With a curse, he explodes, covering my stomach and hand with his cum.

His shudders combined with the noises he makes are enough for me to follow him, still stroking him until he’s completely spent.

I wipe my hand off on the side of my shirt before pushing my fingers into Mappy’s mouth.

He eagerly licks and sucks them off. Shit, I’m almost ready to go again.

I pull him into a kiss, ignoring the complete disaster we’ve made of ourselves.

He tastes so fucking good, salty, buttery, with a hint of sweetness.

I can’t get enough. When we finally pull apart, he has a dazed, sleepy smile on his face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep on me.” Kissing his forehead, I grab his ass as I stand up. “Which way to the shower?”