Page 25 of The Key Holder

Hard.

“Fuck me! God fucking—goddamn, mother fucker!”

I rushed over to him. He was already holding his leg up, reaching for his ankle.

“Don’t even say it!” He opened his eyes to glare at me and any words that were on the tip of my tongue immediately disappeared.

“How bad is it?” I knelt beside him, no longer worried about my dick.

“It's not bad.”

Bullshit. “Your profanity tells me otherwise.”

“It's not broken if that's what you're asking. Just a little twink—tweak, I think.”

I resisted the urge to call him a little twink and said, “We should head back and get some ice on that.”

He flopped back onto the ground. “Again.”

“Delusion. Just another amazing side effect of marijuana!”

“That's not why.”

“No, of course not. It was your inherent need to push my buttons that made you prance around like a ballerino.”

“I did not prance.” Dylan glared at me before looking away and crossing his arms.

“Okay, fine.” I knew better than to argue with him now. I could tell he was upset and imagined another few days with his ass glued to the couch wasn’t what he had planned.

“Well?”

“Well what?” I asked.

“Are you going to offer to carry me again, Captain America?”

I shook my head. “Nah, I thought I’d watch you drag yourself home.”

“Funny.” He took my offered hand and I held him steady while he stood up. “It’s not like I’m doing this on purpose.”

“I never said you were, but now that you mention it…if you wanted me to carry you around, you could’ve just asked.”

“Oh yes.” I lower myself so he can wrap his arm around my neck, like last time. “I just couldn’t wait to be pressed up against your chest again.” Scooping him up, he continued, “Skin on skin. Nipple to nipple.” He laid back dramatically and I had to shift my grip to not fall over. “Your big manly hand cupping my ass. Just bend me over and take me now.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Even though I knew it was the edible talking, I could play this game too.

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want Captain America to plow you?”

“Wh-what?”

“You want me to bend you over and just take what I want.”

“N-no?”

“That sounded like a question.”

“I was just fucking with you, Ford. I told you, I’m high.”