coral.
Shaw looked up at the sky. The stars were just beginning to appear.
Shaw lathered his scalp roughly and then stuck his head under the jets.
It had been a mistake, probably, telling the kid what he intended. But he had to offer something, something that would cut through the kid’s drug-addled brain and stick there, something that would buy his silence and convince him to play along. It was a risk, but Shaw had taken plenty of those before. He just wasn’t sure this time why he’d done it. He didn’t owe anything to the kid.
Shaw sighed. No, he knew exactly what had happened. The kid wasn’t some anonymous victim anymore. He had a name: Lee Anderson. And once a thing had a name, Shaw knew from his experience with Molly, you had to at least try to help it.
Shaw wished he’d never seen Lee Anderson. He wished Vornis hadn’t trusted him enough to show off his little toy. But he had, and now it was too late. Against all his better judgment, Shaw was involved.
He stood under the jets until the water ran clear and then turned off the shower and reached for his towel. The worst part of the deal, he supposed, was the fucking peepshow. It would have been all right if he could have just ignored the boy and got him to sleep on the floor. That was safe. But no, he had to crawl between his thighs and jerk himself off inches from the boy’s asshole. The week was going to be torture.
He walked up the steps to the bungalow.
Lee was waiting for him on his knees beside the bed. He was still wet from the shower. His naked body gleamed under the lights. His head was bowed. Droplets of water chased down his back.
Long runs on the beach, Shaw told himself. They were a much better way to work himself into a hot sweat. Long runs, long swims, and maybe he’d be able to keep his head.
Shaw remembered how Vornis had attracted the boy’s attention. He whistled sharply, and Lee’s head snapped up. Shaw gestured to the bed and watched as Lee climbed up and lay on his back. He was all long limbs and angles.
Shaw moved to the table, picking up another condom. He looked at the rest of the equipment. Not the cattle prod, Jesus, but the scarf and the cuffs? He’d put them to good use in the past. It was a shame they were instruments of torture to the boy. He couldn’t use them.
A large moth tapped and pinged against one of the lights on the ceiling.
Shaw dropped his towel on the floor and crossed to the bed. He settled himself between Lee’s spread thighs and looked down at him. The boy’s cock was hard, and Shaw felt a jolt of surprise. It grew as he watched it, thickening, hardening, and slowly rising to push up against Lee’s stomach. Shaw wished he could touch it, feel the weight of it in his hand, and trace the thick vein underneath with his thumb. Christ, maybe the kid wasn’t straight after all.
He looked at Lee’s face, and there was no denying the hungry look on it. It couldn’t all have been misplaced gratitude. His green eyes were half-closed, and his lips hung open slightly. He wasn’t passive like the night before. He was eager. Shaw felt even more sorry for him. How long had it been since the kid had equated sex with pleasure? Too bad that Shaw was in no position to give it to him.
Shaw drew the sheet up again, and saw a flash of disappointment cross Lee’s face. Shaw frowned at him.
“Legs up.”
Lee shivered at his harsh tone.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Shaw snapped.
Lee raised his legs, folding them back against his body and holding them there. Shaw eased himself down, checking the sheet was still in place, and made a fist around his cock. He began to rock, leaning his weight on the boy’s legs. The sight of Lee’s body spread underneath his own was almost enough. Almost. He wanted to push his cock into the boy’s tight, hot ass, but this would have to do.
Lee cried out, and it sounded so much like pain that Shaw almost stopped moving.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” he said, and the resentment
Shaw looked up at the sky. The stars were just beginning to appear.
Shaw lathered his scalp roughly and then stuck his head under the jets.
It had been a mistake, probably, telling the kid what he intended. But he had to offer something, something that would cut through the kid’s drug-addled brain and stick there, something that would buy his silence and convince him to play along. It was a risk, but Shaw had taken plenty of those before. He just wasn’t sure this time why he’d done it. He didn’t owe anything to the kid.
Shaw sighed. No, he knew exactly what had happened. The kid wasn’t some anonymous victim anymore. He had a name: Lee Anderson. And once a thing had a name, Shaw knew from his experience with Molly, you had to at least try to help it.
Shaw wished he’d never seen Lee Anderson. He wished Vornis hadn’t trusted him enough to show off his little toy. But he had, and now it was too late. Against all his better judgment, Shaw was involved.
He stood under the jets until the water ran clear and then turned off the shower and reached for his towel. The worst part of the deal, he supposed, was the fucking peepshow. It would have been all right if he could have just ignored the boy and got him to sleep on the floor. That was safe. But no, he had to crawl between his thighs and jerk himself off inches from the boy’s asshole. The week was going to be torture.
He walked up the steps to the bungalow.
Lee was waiting for him on his knees beside the bed. He was still wet from the shower. His naked body gleamed under the lights. His head was bowed. Droplets of water chased down his back.
Long runs on the beach, Shaw told himself. They were a much better way to work himself into a hot sweat. Long runs, long swims, and maybe he’d be able to keep his head.
Shaw remembered how Vornis had attracted the boy’s attention. He whistled sharply, and Lee’s head snapped up. Shaw gestured to the bed and watched as Lee climbed up and lay on his back. He was all long limbs and angles.
Shaw moved to the table, picking up another condom. He looked at the rest of the equipment. Not the cattle prod, Jesus, but the scarf and the cuffs? He’d put them to good use in the past. It was a shame they were instruments of torture to the boy. He couldn’t use them.
A large moth tapped and pinged against one of the lights on the ceiling.
Shaw dropped his towel on the floor and crossed to the bed. He settled himself between Lee’s spread thighs and looked down at him. The boy’s cock was hard, and Shaw felt a jolt of surprise. It grew as he watched it, thickening, hardening, and slowly rising to push up against Lee’s stomach. Shaw wished he could touch it, feel the weight of it in his hand, and trace the thick vein underneath with his thumb. Christ, maybe the kid wasn’t straight after all.
He looked at Lee’s face, and there was no denying the hungry look on it. It couldn’t all have been misplaced gratitude. His green eyes were half-closed, and his lips hung open slightly. He wasn’t passive like the night before. He was eager. Shaw felt even more sorry for him. How long had it been since the kid had equated sex with pleasure? Too bad that Shaw was in no position to give it to him.
Shaw drew the sheet up again, and saw a flash of disappointment cross Lee’s face. Shaw frowned at him.
“Legs up.”
Lee shivered at his harsh tone.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Shaw snapped.
Lee raised his legs, folding them back against his body and holding them there. Shaw eased himself down, checking the sheet was still in place, and made a fist around his cock. He began to rock, leaning his weight on the boy’s legs. The sight of Lee’s body spread underneath his own was almost enough. Almost. He wanted to push his cock into the boy’s tight, hot ass, but this would have to do.
Lee cried out, and it sounded so much like pain that Shaw almost stopped moving.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” he said, and the resentment
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