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I can’t move, can't even fucking breathe, as he rolls them, then drags his hand up my erection, pressing with his palm then gripping, his hand wrapped around me, moving slow and firm, back and forth. My eyes shut as pleasure grips me like a fucking vice, and then he pinches my cockhead so hard I see stars.
Cigarettes After Sex—“Apocalypse”
“Never jump,” I whisper. “Never fall.” His lips brush my back. He hugs me tight, wrapping himself around me. “You gotta be careful, Millsy. Don’t come here without me.”
"No." Ezra lifts my face so our eyes meet. "I knew if you touched me one more time, I would do this." And then he steps in closer, wraps a hand around the back of my head, and kisses me so hard and deep I nearly slide to the ground.
I wake up with Ezra wrapped around me like some kind of insane starfish. He’s behind me—he’s spooning me now—with one arm around my shoulders, one hand clutching the waistline of my boxer briefs, and one of his warm legs pushed between mine, like he wants to be sure we’re joined from head to toe.
When I was sick, you took care of me. If you’re sick, nothing feels good; you’re in pain. And you’re saying I can make you feel better? I’d do that all damn day. All night, too. I’ll suck your dick ten times a day if you want. If I can cure depression for you with a blow job, sign me the fuck up, baby. You got nightmares but I make them better? I’ll be your drug. You think helping you feel good could ever be a burden to me?”
You know what you need to stay alive? I figured this out. You need someone. It can even just be one person. That makes you feel...tethered to life. Like you're not alone and drifting with no meaning. Like you're not the only alien on the planet.
“I am a dad,” he says, opening the bedroom door to the hall. “Can you believe they just give little wiggly babies to novices?”
Haha for real though.
“I love you,” I say. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, and I’ve been waiting for you, so I can wrap you up and never let a damn thing ever hurt you again. Not without going through me first. I know you’re bigger, but I need to take care of you,” I whisper. “I already knew from the nightmares that you had in Fairplay someone hurt you. Now I want to murder that guy Paul, and everybody who was there. But that’s another story. Sorry I said that,” I add. “You’re as good as I thought, Mills,” Ez whispers. Then his body twitches, and he’s asleep.
"That was basically the hottest thing I've ever seen,” Mills says. “All I need is a video, and I can watch it till the end of time and then die happy.”
"Hell yes, you can. You’re gonna like it, too. Lie down, Ez. Let me stuff you full of something that'll drive you wild while you fuck me.”
"We don't know," I tell Carl. "We're baby gays. And we live in Alabama."
I guess I must look hesitant, because Vance nods at Luke. “Mr. Surname over there—his dad donated money to this place. Long time back.” He lifts his brows. “It was a lot of money. If they give us any trouble, he’ll be Pastor My Dad Gave You Money.”
