himself to his feet. Still hugging his chest, he scuffed his way across the grass matting on bare feet. He stood in front of Hanson and sank back down onto his knees without even looking up.
“What do you want, boy?” Hanson asked. His tone was severe, but he was smiling.
A shiver ran down the boy’s back. The thin scars on his flesh rippled. “Please, Mr. Hanson, please let me suck your cock.”
Shaw’s chest constricted. A perfect, coherent sentence, and it was a fucking travesty. He wondered how long it had taken them to beat that into Green-eyes. He forced a smile for Hanson’s benefit.
The boy looked up. He swayed on his knees slightly. He swiped his tongue across his lips. It might have been hot, Shaw thought, except for his eyes. He was out of it.
Hanson laughed and reached down to pat the boy’s head. The gesture was almost affectionate, but Shaw saw how Green-eyes tensed under Hanson’s touch; obviously, not all of their interaction was as gentle.
The boy swayed again. His flesh had taken on a grayish pallor.
Too sick, Shaw thought, too broken, and too drug-fucked. How the hell was Green-eyes still breathing?
Hanson clapped him on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Shaw’s expression was on the right side of lewd. “Thanks for the run.”
Hanson slid the door shut behind him.
Shaw wanted to lean against the wall, maybe sink to the floor. This was too fucking much. He’d known of Vornis’s proclivities for years, but at least Vornis had the decency to keep them mostly under wraps in LA. Apparently, on his own South Pacific island, he wasn’t as constrained, and neither were his men.
I know he’s a monster. I’ve always known. I just preferred it when he pretended to be a gentleman.
“Get up, boy,” Shaw said at last. “Get in the fucking shower.”
Shaw pulled the boy under the shower. “What drug do they have you on?”
Green-eyes squeezed his eyes shut as the water hit them. He was shaking.
Shaw pushed him back against the cubicle wall. “What do they have you on?” He pressed his thumb into the inside of the boy’s elbow, against the bruises and the track marks, and Green-eyes hissed. “What drug do they have you on?”
The boy shook his head. “Don’t know.”
“Someone came in here when I was out. Who was it?” Shaw asked him. He was half-afraid the kid would collapse and not get up. And half-afraid he wouldn’t. It would be the best thing for him.
The boy’s eyes flickered over Shaw’s face, to his throat, and lower. They widened. His jaw worked, but no sound came out of his mouth.
Shaw tightened his grip on the boy’s elbow. So he had a hard on. Of course he had a hard on. He was naked, in a shower with a hot young man who was also naked. Didn’t mean he’d do anything about it. “Look at me. Focus.”
The boy frowned. He dropped his chin onto his chest. Rivulets of water ran off the end of his nose.
Shaw slipped a hand under his chin and tilted it back up again. “I need to know who came in here.”
What he needed to know was whether or not they’d tried to hack his laptop. Then he had to decide if Vornis was being cautious or paranoid. Both could be dangerous, but Shaw would take cautious any day, thanks. Paranoid, in Vornis’s world, translated so quickly to homicidal.
Shaw slid his thumb along the kid’s jaw. “Focus, Green-eyes.”
Those brilliant green eyes widened, and a shudder ran through the boy’s body.
“It’s Lee!” he gasped. “My name is Lee!” It sounded as though he’d ripped it from a place deep inside him. It opened the floodgates. His face contorted, and he began to struggle. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
Shaw was stronger. He held the boy by his shoulders and got a leg between his to anchor him. “Calm down. Just calm down, okay? I’m not going to hurt you. Just calm down.”
Shaw wondered how it would feel to say Lee’s name aloud.
Dangerous, Shaw, it would feel fucking dangerous.
Lee tried to push him
“What do you want, boy?” Hanson asked. His tone was severe, but he was smiling.
A shiver ran down the boy’s back. The thin scars on his flesh rippled. “Please, Mr. Hanson, please let me suck your cock.”
Shaw’s chest constricted. A perfect, coherent sentence, and it was a fucking travesty. He wondered how long it had taken them to beat that into Green-eyes. He forced a smile for Hanson’s benefit.
The boy looked up. He swayed on his knees slightly. He swiped his tongue across his lips. It might have been hot, Shaw thought, except for his eyes. He was out of it.
Hanson laughed and reached down to pat the boy’s head. The gesture was almost affectionate, but Shaw saw how Green-eyes tensed under Hanson’s touch; obviously, not all of their interaction was as gentle.
The boy swayed again. His flesh had taken on a grayish pallor.
Too sick, Shaw thought, too broken, and too drug-fucked. How the hell was Green-eyes still breathing?
Hanson clapped him on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Shaw’s expression was on the right side of lewd. “Thanks for the run.”
Hanson slid the door shut behind him.
Shaw wanted to lean against the wall, maybe sink to the floor. This was too fucking much. He’d known of Vornis’s proclivities for years, but at least Vornis had the decency to keep them mostly under wraps in LA. Apparently, on his own South Pacific island, he wasn’t as constrained, and neither were his men.
I know he’s a monster. I’ve always known. I just preferred it when he pretended to be a gentleman.
“Get up, boy,” Shaw said at last. “Get in the fucking shower.”
Shaw pulled the boy under the shower. “What drug do they have you on?”
Green-eyes squeezed his eyes shut as the water hit them. He was shaking.
Shaw pushed him back against the cubicle wall. “What do they have you on?” He pressed his thumb into the inside of the boy’s elbow, against the bruises and the track marks, and Green-eyes hissed. “What drug do they have you on?”
The boy shook his head. “Don’t know.”
“Someone came in here when I was out. Who was it?” Shaw asked him. He was half-afraid the kid would collapse and not get up. And half-afraid he wouldn’t. It would be the best thing for him.
The boy’s eyes flickered over Shaw’s face, to his throat, and lower. They widened. His jaw worked, but no sound came out of his mouth.
Shaw tightened his grip on the boy’s elbow. So he had a hard on. Of course he had a hard on. He was naked, in a shower with a hot young man who was also naked. Didn’t mean he’d do anything about it. “Look at me. Focus.”
The boy frowned. He dropped his chin onto his chest. Rivulets of water ran off the end of his nose.
Shaw slipped a hand under his chin and tilted it back up again. “I need to know who came in here.”
What he needed to know was whether or not they’d tried to hack his laptop. Then he had to decide if Vornis was being cautious or paranoid. Both could be dangerous, but Shaw would take cautious any day, thanks. Paranoid, in Vornis’s world, translated so quickly to homicidal.
Shaw slid his thumb along the kid’s jaw. “Focus, Green-eyes.”
Those brilliant green eyes widened, and a shudder ran through the boy’s body.
“It’s Lee!” he gasped. “My name is Lee!” It sounded as though he’d ripped it from a place deep inside him. It opened the floodgates. His face contorted, and he began to struggle. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
Shaw was stronger. He held the boy by his shoulders and got a leg between his to anchor him. “Calm down. Just calm down, okay? I’m not going to hurt you. Just calm down.”
Shaw wondered how it would feel to say Lee’s name aloud.
Dangerous, Shaw, it would feel fucking dangerous.
Lee tried to push him
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