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Tommy
I’m not nervous about seeing Bruce again, alright?
I’m not.
But I am feeling maybe, like, kinda weird about it. It’s embarrassing that the last time I saw him, I was sweating Ecstasy and coming down off a bad withdrawal.
And it’s not like I still have feelings for him, or want him or anything. I’m not sure I ever had real feelings for him. So it’s not nervousness.
It’s just weird. A strange echoing feeling, like I’m about to see a version of myself that I didn’t even realize I’d outgrown. He’s my past.
Once we pull up out front, Young-gi has to practically drag me out of the car, prodding me to move toward the building.
“I’m going, I’m going, fucking hell,” I complain, not really going at all. I’m hesitating outside the lobby, the big shiny revolving doors spinning and spinning. I dig my feet in on the sidewalk. The sun is too bright, the day is too busy, and I’m fucking…
I’m not nervous, okay? It’s just weird.
Young-gi can’t pull me close in public, can’t put his hands on me, but I’m getting better at reading his expression because I can tell he wants to do exactly that. I’m supposed to be his niece’s fiancé, and he’s not going to break that image yet. But he wants to.
“Move,” he growls quietly, not angry but threatening in that way I really like. Threatening in that way that promises he’ll correct me if I need it. “Get your ass inside so we can get this over with and I can prove how much more I want you than he does.”
Okay, that does help a bit. My ass tingles and kinda throbs because I can still feel where his teeth sank into me the night before, and with that sensory input, the bright and noisy daylight doesn’t feel too overwhelming. I feel less like punching the suit-and-tie dickwads who almost bump into me. Less like spitting on the shiny floors.
I look around once we’re in the lobby, expecting to see Joshy and Bruce right away, but Young-gi herds me through the crowded space. He leads me straight to the elevator, a guiding hand on my shoulder.
“They’re upstairs,” he explains, leaning closer than necessary to push the call button, brushing against my back. Teasing me.
Who knew he was such a shameless flirt?
It’s so subtle, literally no one would notice but me, but honestly? He’s making me feel slutty in the best way.
Because this kind of teasing between us is new and exciting, thrilling and naughty and secret. We’re in love. Holy fuck. We’re in love.
When we’re alone in the little space, I can’t help but fidget a little, turned on as hell and nervous also. I mean, not nervous, but like–
Okay, fine, I’m a little nervous.
But mostly? I’m horny. Because Young-gi is staring at me like I’m already naked, and he’s doing it on purpose.
“Fuck you,” I pant. He’s trying to get under my skin. Joke’s on him, he’s already there.
“Are you remembering when I had you in the elevator at home?” Young-gi asks huskily. “After I caught you? When I dragged you back to our bedroom and fucked you?”
“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly. But we don’t have time for a quickie, because the doors are already opening on his floor and we’re spit out into his giant-ass office. I hustle forward, thrilled and eager and also kind of nauseous.
And that’s where I finally see who we came for.
They are sitting on a couple chairs in front of Young-gi’s big desk, quickly leaning back and looking up at us like we just caught them in the middle of a secret conversation–Joshy is blushing, for chrissake. What were they doing in here? Making out?
Bruce’s expression is loud and clear; he’s in full Daddy mode. Which, for him, is not the foreboding threatening darkness that Young-gi has, but a soft and concerned ‘I’ll fix you’ energy that radiates off him in waves. He pulled the chairs close together, one of his hands is on Joshy’s armrest like he wants to be close in case Joshy loses his balance. Joshy’s beat-up prosthetics stick out in front of him at awkward angles, not bending the way they’re supposed to.
When did these two even meet?I wonder.
“Hey, Tommy!” Joshy lights up when he sees me, straightening a bit, giving me a better look at him.
And goddamn, Joshy looks like shit.
