What do you think?
Rate this book


132 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 14, 2021

“This civil shit doesn’t work. He hates me too much.”
“Rome wasn’t built in a day,” said Zack. “You think you’re going to undo all the ill will in eight hours?”
“Then I don’t give a shit about ill will. He doesn’t have to like me,” Isaac asserted, insisting. “He can think I’m a fucking shit person, just as long as he lets me kiss and fuck him.”

“He plunged his hand into the garbage, grabbed a dirty napkin, and swiped it over the door handle. Atticus jerked back as if the handle were suddenly coated in acid. Before Atticus could act, Isaac seized his trusty bottle of hand sanitizer and chucked it in the garbage.”

“Give me one date.”
“Fuck you,” whispered Atticus.
“Just one,” said Isaac, gritting his teeth with the force of will it took not to get his dirty hands all over Atticus, get him flinching and reacting under Isaac’s grimy touch. “I’m not asking for that fucking much. One movie. Popcorn. Sodas. It’s not that fucking hard, Atty. And I’m not putting a gun to your head here.”
“I’m sure you would if you had one,” said Atticus, completely cold.
Maybe.

“Atticus could have clocked Isaac, probably should have. He was tall, he obviously worked out. He could have put Isaac on the floor. Put Isaac’s fucking lights out.
But he hadn’t.
He let Isaac look.
He would let Isaac fuck.
Isaac knew it.”

“He needed a gift.
Something romantic.
Something to make Atticus feel more welcome in his apartment. Less held at gunpoint. Something to show Atticus that yeah, Isaac wanted to clap his cheeks doggystyle until he’d obliterated them, but he also wanted to spoon him under a ton of comforters, make out in the grass at a park, grope him in the back seats of a movie theater... all that cheesy shit.”



Was it possible to fall in love with someone just by finding out they had their nipples pierced?
“Why do you want to go out with someone who doesn’t like you?”
“You’ll learn to like me. I know I’ve been a dick, but that was on purpose. I can just as easily be a total sweetheart.”
“That’s just a front. I still know what you’re like. I still dislike you.”
“Never tell me what I can and can’t do okay?” Isaac suggested softly. He stroked Atticus’s throat, gave it a gentle squeeze that made Atticus arch his hips up and shudder. “Answer me when I talk to you.”
Atticus breathed a “Yes.”
“You never get to say no,” said Isaac. “Not to a kiss, not to a tongue in your ass, not to my cock. You know if you had it your way you’d never be getting dicked down at all, right? All that gorgeous muscle gone to waste. You need someone to tell you what to do with it. Right?”
“Right,” whispered Atticus.
“Open your mouth,” said Isaac.
Atticus opened it, and Isaac leaned over and spat in his mouth.
“Close,” said Isaac. “And swallow.”
Atticus swallowed.
Isaac gathered spit from the corner of his mouth, balled it up on the flat of his tongue, and stuck his tongue out.
Atticus silently licked it clean, and swallowed.
Isaac left his tongue out, letting Atticus continue to lick for a minute, quiet and soft and compliant, doing what he had been told to do.
Then Isaac closed his lips and let it turn into a kiss.
“If you give me anything less than a ‘yes, okay’ one more time,” he said softy. “I’m going to stick your head in the garbage can and fuck you like that.”
“I love you. I’m in love with you. Everything about you. I’m obsessed with you. I know I’ve been rough. I don’t want to be. I promise… be good for me, do what I say, and I’ll treat you so well. I’ll be a better boyfriend than you can imagine. All you have to do is give it all to me. It’s so easy.”
He hated the pine-scented prick, his cold attitude and refusal to make friends, hated him for failing to rise to Isaac’s jabs and the way he never made himself a drink even though they were free to make as many as they wanted for themselves.
"Still, he gnawed his finger, trying to think of a gesture. Something romantic. Something to make Atticus feel more welcome in his apartment. Less held at gunpoint. Something to show Atticus that yeah, Isaac wanted to clap his cheeks doggystyle until he’d obliterated them, but he also wanted to spoon him under a ton of comforters, make out in the grass at a park, grope him in the back seats of a movie theater... all that cheesy shit."
At his core, what he really wanted was Atticus snoozing in his bed, Atticus sharing breakfast with him, Atticus leaning in to willingly kiss him, he just wanted Atticus. He wanted him so bad. He’d never wanted anyone, anything so bad. Never liked anyone so much. ...but he had also never taken so much delight in sheer sadism.
All of Atticus’s body felt like it belonged to him. The pierced cock, pierced nipples. They were Isaac’s, now. His. Firm ass, squeezable pecs. His. Atticus’s pissy attitude, his disgust and his fear — all of that belonged to Isaac, too.
Never tell me what I can and can’t do, okay?” Isaac suggested softly. “You’re way too big and shredded to have an opinion.” He stroked Atticus’s throat, gave it a gentle squeeze that made Atticus arch his hips up and shudder. “Answer me when I talk to you.” Atticus breathed a “Yes.”
“You never get to say no,” said Isaac. “Not to a kiss, not to a tongue in your ass, not to my cock. You know if you had it your way you’d never be getting dicked down at all, right? All that gorgeous muscle gone to waste. You need someone to tell you what to do with it. Right?”

"I'll show you how to like me"