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And I watch her brow furrow while I lunge my right hand forward, stabbing the knife into the side of her neck. Dascha! She tries to croak my name, but it’s unintelligible as blood shoots from her carotid artery through the hole I just made in her jugular.
I had to cut up Mom’s mattress into pieces, which took some effort. I had to cut up Mom, too. I moved her to the bathtub and removed her arms, and her legs. And then her head. It was not easy. But I did it.
She makes no mention of why her seventeen-year-old neighbor is half naked and covered in blood, or why the furnace in the basement is turned up higher than it ever has been before.
“You’re sending mixed signals, Kellan.” It’s meant as a joke, but the face he makes is one of the most serious things I’ve ever seen. His eyes are all wide, mouth hanging open in pure speechlessness. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I struck some kind of nerve with my stupid comment.
“I’m a recovering heroin addict. Five years sober from that, two years for alcohol.”
Kemp. I like that. Why would he call me that? Why does it sound so good rolling from his mouth?
He’s beautiful. I want to touch him. I want to… Until time speeds back up, and I come to terms with what just happened. I got head from a guy. For the first time. And it blew my motherfucking mind.
“Your mouth is luscious,” I whisper when I come up for a breath.
“I wanted to see if you’d like to go to Tacos Hermanos for lunch,” I give him my most polite tone and smile, oozing the aloofness I’ve been practicing in front of the mirror lately.
“I want to kiss you so hard that everyone on this goddamn beach knows you’re mine, and only mine.”
“So much attitude in such a pretty package. Yes, I will be there. Nothing could stop me.”
“I want to fucking ravage you. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“You’re so delicious, baby,” he murmurs.
“Mine,” he growls. “You’re mine. Right?” His hand slinks between us and he touches my erection over my pants. “Yes yes. I’m yours,” I purr, thrusting into his palm. “This is so new for me, baby,” he says, gripping my dick like it’s something he’s always wanted to do. It makes me wild. “I’ve imagined it for a long time… Dreamt about what it would feel like.”
“Can I…” he gulps, “Take your clothes off?” A soft mewl escapes me as he adds, “I want to see your body, Dascha. I’ve been dreaming about you…”
Biting my lip, I can’t stop staring while he walks to the bed, then crawls, on his hands and knees, over to me.
“You have a body that deserves to be worshipped, Dascha.”
“Your sweet ass is tight and warm… Like a pussy.”
“Better than a pussy. So much better… Baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had,”
You don’t have to tell everyone in the world, because it’s not about anyone but you. Tell yourself, and the rest will work out. I promise.”
“Teach me how to please you, baby. I want to learn.”
“Kel… You’re gay. I mean, I really wanted to wait for you to tell me, but you’re just so damn stubborn. I sorta figure it out a while ago…”
“Thank you. For being the best wife a closeted gay guy could ask for.”
“Baby, you’re a revelation,”
“I’ve never been in love before and yet I knew I loved you the second I saw you. I want to be here for you, and I don’t give a flying fuck what you’ve done. The world isn’t black and white, especially not with you. You’re a prism of color, reflecting every beautiful thing back, and I never want to let that go.
“That’s Officer, Dascha,” he cuts me off, shooting me right in the junk with that dominant tone. “You’re gonna put your big cock in my ass and make me come… But I’m still in charge. Do you understand?”
