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“I think I remember learning about that in Master Greer’s class,” Neil said.
The two of them blinked at each other, then started laughing for no reason that I could figure out.
“Hold on, do you know Mater Greer?” Lefric asked, his eyes going wide.
“Yes,” Neil said. “Do you?”
Lefric burst into laughter, then started in on some story about a tutor that liked to fuck his pupils while Neil and Peter laughed with him.
I was happy that Peter was laughing. Coming face to face with Dmitri again had thrown him for a loop—as had some things that had happened in Hedeon before I showed up—and he’d taken a long time to recover, if he was even fully recovered yet. I guessed that since Dmitri was out of sight and out of mind, he was able to come back into himself a bit. And it was always nice watching Peter and Neil together. The two of them and Lefric got along so well.
“Jealous?” Hayk whispered in my ear.
I flinched, both because of the audacity of the assumption and because he was so close that his breath tickled against my neck. He seemed to linger there even after I rocked away from him.
Then what he said hit me.
“No? I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?” I asked all in a rush.
Hayk grinned as though he’d read me like a book. But then he shrugged as if it were nothing. “Your friends are cute.”
I frowned. He’d called me cute, and now Peter and Neil were handed that word. Once again, Hayk had made me feel special for a half a minute before taking it away again.
“I suppose everyone is cute when you’re nothing but a whore who needs to reel in customers like fish to keep your pimp happy,” I said, then immediately crossed my arms and turned to storm away.
The problem was, I didn’t know where I was going or where I could hide. Well, the bigger problem was that I felt like an ass for my outburst. So I walked away. But I hadn’t been paying attention to the part of Good Port we were walking through, so I doubted I could find my way back to the Hakobyan estate. All I could do was walk away from the octagon, over a small bridge, and along a stretch of boardwalk that passed in front of various shops and restaurants, looking for a place to hide.
“Hey, hey!” Hayk called after me, jogging to catch up to me. “I obviously said something wrong, but I don’t know what.”
I stopped and huffed out a breath, then glanced back to see just how deeply I’d embarrassed myself in front of my friends.
They all still stood around the plaque, leaning slightly together and saying things I couldn’t hear while looking at me. Great. They were all gossiping about me now and probably telling Billie how horrible I was.
“You didn’t say anything,” I said, letting my arms drop, at least, and walking on, even though I still didn’t know where I was going.
“Hey.” Hayk stopped me again, this time by grabbing my arm and holding me to my spot.
He had strong hands with long fingers. I remembered how his hand had felt wrapped around my cock. That sent an unwanted shiver through me.
“Alright, I’ll tell you this,” Hayk said, his voice firm and serious, staring right into my eyes. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last four years of sucking cocks, as you put it, and having romances that last one day without ever knowing whether I’ll see the man who caught my fancy ever again once he’s sailed away, it’s that you have to speak your mind when you have a chance. So I’ll speak my mind to you, Anton whose last name I never learned.”
“It’s Buckbee. Anton Buckbee.”
Hayk laughed so suddenly and so loudly that I flinched. “That rhymes with ‘fuck me’,” he said, then took me completely by surprise and spun my head by clasping my face in both his hands and slamming his mouth over mine. He kissed me to the point where I thought I might lose my balance, then he pulled suddenly back and said, “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
Every fiber of my being vibrated like a mandolin string that had been plucked. My cock pushed against my borrowed trousers, and my heart beat a traitorous rhythm against my ribs. I didn’t want Hayk to let go of my face—like, ever—and when he did, I thought I might lose my balance and fall over.
“I’ll tell you what I know, Anton Fuck Me,” he said, staring me right in the eyes. “You’re one of the saddest people I’ve ever met. Someone made it hard for you to look others in the eye. I don’t know if it was this Dmitri asshole who left you sore but unsatisfied, or if it was someone else, but you’re miserable. But you wear your heart on your sleeve. You want me, but you’re trying to push me away for some reason. You’re angry, but only because you’re hurting inside.”
“I’m not—”
“You can deny it all you want, but my every waking moment for the past four years has been about reading people, about reading what they want from me, what will fulfill their fantasies and make them feel good, even if it’s just for five minutes.”
“You don’t know me,” I said, but without the intensity I would have had behind the words if he hadn’t just ripped my skin off and laid my heart bare. “You don’t know what I want.”
“Oh, no?” He leaned back, grasping his chin as though he were a scholar thinking. “What you want, what you fantasize about, is laughing.”
“Laughing?” I did laugh then, but it was a humorless sound, and I shook my head, sneering at the way Hayk had missed the mark.
