The Tragedy of Felix and Jake

by J. Daniels

I wanted to give you your first tattoo. I’ve already picked the placement and everything.” “Notice how I never agreed to that?” My brow furrows, and I look over at him. “Wait. You picked the placement? Where?” “Um.” He scrapes his teeth across his bottom lip. “Maybe we should change the subject again.” Oh, fuck that. He brought it up. I sit forward a little. “Where, Felix?” “It’s not important.” “Where.” “Your dick.” I blink, mouth falling open. “Excuse me? What the fuck. Are you crazy?” “People get tattooed there. I personally haven’t, but it’s a thing.” “And what exactly would you be tattooing on my dick?” His cheek flushes instantly, and he nervously suggests, “Subject change?” “No.” “We really shouldn’t go any further.” “Tell me. I need to know.” “Why?” He sounds panicked. “It’s not like it’s going to happen now. You’re afraid of needles!” “Tell me or I’ll change the subject. And you know how bad I am at that.” “Shit.” He taps his fingers on the wheel. “Uh. I might be willing to risk that.” “Okay. This morning wasn’t the first time I’ve jerked off thinking about you. In fact, I’ve—” “Felix was here,” he blurts out. I squint at his profile. “Huh?” “Felix. Was. Here,” he repeats. “That’s what I would tattoo on your dick. Because, well, I plan on being there. More than once.” He sighs heavily. “Fuck.”