“I know a guy,” Young-gi offers, taking my Daddy slip-up in stride, “who’s always looking for more helping hands on a smuggling ship. Deep waters, no contact with the outside world, and endless days of hard labor. Or how about a nice picnic in the jungle, three days from anywhere? I’ll even leave him a water bottle, if you want.”
“Whatever you want,” I say, breathier than I mean to, my cock getting impossibly harder. I fidget under his stare, too bashful to hold still, even despite the predatory gleam I see in him that warns me not to make any sudden moves. “Either is fine. Boat sounds miserable, so let’s go with that one, if it means he lives longer.”
“Boat it is,” he agrees, his tone more approving now. Then he tilts his head like a fucking hawk locking in on its target, and adds an experimental, “Baby.”
It’s a testing tone, with a question buried underneath. I feel a zing go through me and bite my lower lip.
And maybe he wanted more of a reaction from me, because he tries again.
“Little boy?”
Ugh, fuck, that one hits me good. It’s similar to the ‘young man’ he uses on me when he’s being stern and correcting me, but softer and smaller; I’ll be his little boy if he wants, shit, fuck me. It’s so sweet.
This is sweet, isn’t it? Us bonding over the fate of someone that he kidnapped for me? Seems sweet to me. And maybe he read my mind because his next attempt is–
“Sweet boy?”
Oh goddamn, let me suck your dick.I’d do anything at this point. As soon as we’re alone, I’m fucking getting on my knees and begging for it. The horny approval in my expression is all the confirmation he needs that he’s found the right name to call me.
It’s weird because I’m the total opposite of a sweet boy, but fuuuuc,k I like the way he says it to me.
“C-c’mon, Tommy,” Oscar interrupts this very pivotal moment in our relationship, like a bastard. “Tommy, just let me go man, I won’t say nothing!”
“Dude, shut up or I’ll change my mind and ask my bo–” I stutter, mortified, “--boss to bury you in a shallow grave, instead of sending you on a cruise. Got it?”
I was about to say boyfriend.I’m dead. Someone kill me. This is so not me. Boyfriend? Kill me!
Because seriously?! Boyfriend?!? Such a stupid, romanticized, unimportant title. I don’t need to be anyone’s boyfriend, and I don’t need one either. That’s stupid-people-shit.
But what if Young-gi wants to call me that?I suddenly wonder, my imagination taking me away. I mean, if Young-gireallywants to, then fine, he can call me that, if he wants. I guess I don’t mind, if it’s him, if it means he wants to claim me the way I want to claim him.
“Tommy.” He gets my attention, his voice an octave lower, rougher, sending shivers down my spine. “You’ve been so good today. I think I should show you how good.”
“Oh fuck,” I almost whimper, breathy and small.
“Fuck my life,” Oscar laments under my shoe, but I pay him no mind. Instead, I stare at Young-gi as he summons his menback into the room. I stumble blindly off to the side, letting them haul Oscar off the floor. I can’t take my eyes off Young-gi.
“Take him to Joseph,” he instructs Yosef. “A gift from me, no charge this time. Tell him I’m feeling generous.”
Yosef coughs to cover his shock, and the men awkwardly rebundle Oscar into his coffin despite his struggling, while Young-gi and I have a staring contest. Although it’s really not much of a contest, is it? He fucking has me in his sights and I’m already panting for him. Goddamn, why am I so horny for him right now?
Ugh, Daddy, fuck me, I mentally beg as the room clears out, leaving just us two.
“Tommy,” he purrs, the table groaning in relief as he finally lets it go and stalks toward me. “Do you have a reward in mind for your good, good behavior?”
He takes my chin in his grasp and my head already feels spacey and excited. “Y-yeah, yeah, please, Young-gi, please, oh fuck,pleaselet me suck you off. I’ll make it good, I promise, I know I’m a guy butplease,please, please, please I want it so fucking bad–”
“Shhhh,” he says softly, putting his thumb on my bottom lip, staring as he dips it just inside my mouth. I lave it with my tongue, hoping to entice him. My mouth is already watering. I’m rock hard in my pants in a way I haven’t been in a long fucking time.
“I’ve got you, sweet boy,” he whispers, his free hand going to his belt buckle. My knees go weak as he undoes it, and when the sound of his zipper echoes in the silence, I think I almost cum.
I drop to my knees and mouth his bulge through the denim before he can even part his undone zipper for me. Fuck, I’m so into this, into him. Into how fucking crazy he is about me.
And I’m about to prove how sweet I can be.
Chapter 26
Tommy
