Dex glanced back at Hammer, but walked on when urged into the cool afternoon air. Hammer took the handcuffs with him for later, but for now enjoyed how much power he held over the boy even without them.
Remaining behind him had the additional perk of an undisturbed view of Dex’s ass, above which was a tattoo, which proudly stated in gothic font:NO REGERTS!!1. Looked like a lost bet, if Hammer had ever seen one.
Dex’s buttocks flexed with each step, prompting Hammer to imagine the hole hiding between them, yet there was no exaggerated sway to Dex’s hips, which he’d come to expect from lovers with a curvier frame.
“I keep in shape to make sure I’ve got lots of options, but guys are easy anyway. The bad ones at least,” Dex laughed.
“You do like the bad ones,” Hammer stated, because if that wasn’t the case, Dex wouldn’t have fallen prey to his lies so easily.
Dex shrugged. “Gotta live a little. How many times can I fuck married accountants before I’m bored out of my mind?”
Hammer’s balls tightened and, with growing confusion, he settled his gaze on the bruised meat of Dex’s buttocks. This strange attraction wasn’t at all like him. He liked voluptuous girls—big tits, meaty hips and asses—but while this kid had none of those attributes, his presence was alluring, and the round cheeks, while not as big as those that usually turned his head, had a shape that promised soft touch and bounce.
He kept trying to dismiss this temptation as something brought on by Dex’s blatant worship of him. But the novelty of being adored in ways women expected from him rather than offered shouldn’t be enough to explain why Hammer’s mouth watered at the sight before him. After all, it was no secret that sticking to his preferred kind of meal would save him a lot of trouble.
The house was quiet as they entered, and when the boy moved toward the bright living room, as if guided by visual cues in a video game, Hammer pulled on his shoulder, leading the way to the guest room.
It was a simple space containing lots of storage boxes in ceiling-to-floor closets, and a bed, but also a stationary bike. Not the best place for a sexy encounter, but that didn’t matter because Hammer did not intend to fuck Dex.
At least he hadn’t decided to yet.
The ensuite had a large shower but also doubled as the laundry room, so he pushed Dex inside and closed the door behind them. “Put your stuff in the washing machine.”
Dex did as told without question, at ease with his nakedness even though the tension between them seemed to have grown thicker since they’d entered the small room with no windows. “Thanks. I don’t wanna end up having to wear Cora’s leopard-print panties.”
“They wouldn’t look half bad on you,” Hammer said and gestured at the shower stall. “You wanted to wash? Now’s the time to do it.”
Dex must have really wanted this, because he didn’t offer to save water and shower together as a misguided attempt at flirting. He did stiffen a bit when the water first hit him, but moments later, hot streams turned the place into a sauna. “Thanks. I don’t mind a mess, but can’t stand feeling dirty. Err… Are there any other soaps out there?” he asked from behind the textured plexiglass, which transformed his naked body into a flesh-hued blur.
Hammer knew what bothered the kid, because all the stuff on offer smelled like a woman’s boudoir. He has asked Cora to get him something more neutral but Dex could make do with what was available. “No, that’s all there is.”
Dex groaned. “Do I look like someone who smells ofjasmine?” He put his hands against the glass, and heat pierced Hammer’s temple when Dex’s dick slid against the glass and cleared off some of the steam.
“I don’t know,” Hammer lied and switched on the washing machine after adding some detergent. “It’s a nice scent.”
Dex hummed, and turned to face the water. “And yet you get to smell of cedarwood, smoke, leather, and sex,” he grumbled, but going by thepopof plastic, washing took precedence over whining.
It was… an interesting review of Hammer’s body odor, and if he hadn’t been in company, he would have raised his arm and sniffed his pit, but the description, which sounded like something straight from a wet dream, tickled Hammer’s ego to a point where he once again wondered if he shouldn’t just … give in to temptation.
Cora wasn’t a problem, since she thought they were a couple anyway, and if Dex told anyone, his words would be brushed off as the kid’s fantasy. Hammer grabbed a towel and wet it enough to wipe the dry blood off his chest.
“Did Cora give you a change of clothes? I don’t wanna freak her out by walking around naked,” Dex said, making quick work of washing.
“She’s seen more dicks than you. I’m sure no naked man can freak her out, especially one who isn’t at all interested in her,” Hammer sniggered and stepped closer to the steamed-up plexiglass, still unsure how to feel about the strange game he and Dex were playing. And yet he was already annoyed that the steam and the texture of the plexiglass were denying him a view he felt entitled to.
“Just trying to be a gentleman!” Dex raised his hands and laughed. How he stayed so positive despite being a hostage and getting his ass beat raw was anyone’s guess, but it probably had a lot to do with the fact that his pea brain could only focus on a few things at a time.
Dex was stroking his body everywhere, and at some point his fingers dove into the crack of his ass, moving up and down until Hammer reimagined them as his own. Would the hole of a guy feel the same as a woman’s? What about their mouth? The body might look different and feel more solid, but if Hammer closed his eyes during penetration of some kind, would he feel that much of a difference?
He couldn’t deny being curious, and since this was such a unique opportunity, away from his biker brothers, did it make sense to deny himself?
“Gentlemen are overrated.”
Dex poked his finger at the glass. “This right here. I once went to hook up with this guy, he sat me on his sofa next to a set of teacups, and then he asked me if he could suck me. Like, what? I came over to fuck. Was he afraid I have some mouth-on-dick phobia? It all went downhill from there,andthen his aunt came home, and we’d stuffed cum-filled tissues in her teacups. I had to leave through the window, and after all that bullshit, he messaged me to ask if he wasn’t too rough on my ass. What the hell? The guy’s fuck-pace was like slow R’n’B, and he was three inches tops.”
That was a very convoluted piece of too much information. “Kinda assumed you’d come up with something hotter than whatever this was,” Hammer heard himself saying as he stood right next to Dex, watching him through the steamed up glass, which provided just enough anonymity to embolden him into crossing his usual boundaries.
Dex turned in the jasmine-scented fog. "This is real life here, not fodder for your spank bank. If you want a hotter story, you just have to ask. This one time, I got caught shoplifting, but it was this shady part of town, and one of those guns and prepping stores filled with conservative dudes getting ready for the apocalypse. Anyway, I was borderline ready to call Frank, but that would have been a fucking embarrassment, so when the guy took me to the back, and I shit you not, they had a basement made for this purpose specifically, I tried my luck feeling him out. My gaydar’s all over the place, but you never know. This bastard had a massive red beard, a hundred pounds on me, and a mean grip, but I’m not easily scared, and can lie my way out of shit.