13. Chapter 13

We all met up at Old Town Mall to skate, because even though it was warming up outside, it was pouring. No way we would skip skating on Sunday with all our friends, drinking and sharing a blunt.

The air was thick with the pungent, skunky smell of weed, and because of the weather, it was humid inside.

Stix sat on Stone’s crossed legs, taking a long pull from the blunt, then passing it on to Stone, while Nacho and Pippin snuggled, giving each other lovey eyes. It almost made me want that with Blaze, but only for a second. There was nothing sweet about Blaze. He’d never look at me like that. Why did I even think that? Why did I even care? I didn’t. He had a need. I had a need. No more. No less.

But a tiny part of my brain told me I was a liar.

I kept staring at him, the only one of us who never skated, but he hung out with us, anyway. I tried not to make my staring look obvious, not wanting anyone to know about us. Hell, he didn’t, either. We’d agreed to keep our arrangement to ourselves. But I couldn’t help but constantly glance over at him.

After hooking up with Blaze again the other night, he looked… lighter than he had. He was still a pissy little shit, but he smiled a bit more and even laughed a couple of times at Stix teasing him about something. I wasn’t paying attention to words because I was solely focused on him.

His straight black hair had been growing out and fell into his face. Today, he wore a fitted, short-sleeved, blue plaid button-up shirt. He paired it with baggy black jeans with holes and Doc Marten knock-off boots. He had some fresh ink on his arm, continuing with his floral pattern, which looked good on him.

Whenever I glanced at him, I was no longer filled with this rage. Instead, I thought about the next time we planned to hook up. We weren’t exactly friends, but I didn’t want to dump him into the harbor anymore, either.

When it was his turn to smoke the blunt, his dark eyes pinged to me, but I didn’t glance away, holding onto his stare.

I didn’t know when it happened, but each time I saw him now, he looked more attractive to me. I liked his clean-shaven face and his thick black brows and lashes. His eyes were so dark that when light reflected from them, they looked like tiny galaxies. Blaze also wore a shit ton of jewelry, from rings on his fingers, his gauges, septum piercing, chains around his neck, and leather bands around his wrists.

The more I looked at him, the more I itched to have him, like right now. All I’ve been able to think about was fucking him again. My libido had been off the charts, and I couldn’t get enough. In fact, he made my libido even worse than it’d been, making me want sex all the fucking time. Hell, I would fuck him right here in front of everyone if he’d let me.

No, I didn’t want to wait until he texted me to meet up again. What I wanted was to toss him over my shoulder, take him to the next building over and fuck the hell out of him, and we could do it without condoms since our test results came back clear the other day.

Blaze passed on the blunt to Cueball, who didn’t even look at it before passing it on to Nacho .

Blaze looked over at me again, and without thinking, I nodded my head slightly toward outside for him to follow. I wasn’t waiting a second longer.

I stood, shoved my hands into my jeans pockets, and rushed outside as I got dumped on by the rain until I reached the overhang of the other store.

After a cursory glance around to make sure no one was around, I stepped inside the boarded-up place. Sometimes, we used it as extra space to skate if too many people were around. Other times, we used it to fuck. Usually, it was to fuck.

I leaned against the brick wall, lit a smoke, and waited. It was dim, with only the cloudy day filtering through the dirty and cracked window, which was the only one not boarded up.

Around ten minutes later, Blaze walked in.

“What?” he asked.

“You know what.”

He folded his arms. “Hmm, I think you have to spell it out for me.”

I dropped my cigarette, ground it out with my shoe, and slowly walked over to him. He tried to stand tall with his chin raised, but he shifted on his feet nervously.

“Are we being a brat, Kitten?”

Blaze looked up at me defiantly, tilting his head, rain dripping down his face. “Maybe.”

The corner of my mouth curled up, and I grabbed his chin. “Does someone need to get punished?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My grin was now a full-blown smile. With a quick movement, I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. I pressed my nose into his hair, smelling fresh from his shampoo and the rain. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

His breath caught, and he placed his hands against the brick, getting into position for his punishment.

“Keep your hands where I can see them. Don’t move and don’t speak unless I ask you a specific question. Understood?”

Blaze nodded.

“What color, Aiden? ”

“Green.”

I leaned over him and reached around to undo his jeans. I slid them down around his ankles, along with his boxer briefs, exposing his cute, pert little ass. There was still some bruising there from the last time we fooled around, but it was healing nicely. I’d felt bad at first, but Blaze insisted he liked it. He said he especially liked looking at them when he got home. Part of what we were doing together was about trust. If he said he was okay, then I had to believe him.

“Count out your punishment.”

He nodded quickly.

I smacked one ass cheek with my hand.

“One!” he cried out.

Then I smacked the other.

“Two!”

He pushed his ass out for more by the sixth spanking. My hand started to sting, but I would go on if he wanted me to.

I nipped his shoulder. “You like that, Kitten?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

I wrapped it up at ten, soothed his red ass with my hand, and bent down to kiss each globe.

“You’re such a good kitten, taking your punishment. Now, don’t move,” I ordered. “One day, we need to film one of our fuck sessions. Would you like the world to see you beg for me? To make money on how good you cream for me when you’ve been punished so beautifully?”

He visibly shuddered. “That might be kind of hot.”

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and grabbed a packet of lube from my wallet, opening it with my teeth and pouring some out into my hands.

“Damn right, it’d be hot. Maybe we could even do one live. God, to have you choke on my cock, live in front of people… I want to come now just thinking about it.”

“Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded .

“So hot. Ready for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Color.”

“Green, green, green.”

“I should punish you for answering more than once, but I love it when you’re needy for me.”

Fuck, I was needy for him . It was still surreal that it was Blaze I wanted. It was surreal how much I was needy for him. I’d never had this sort of sexual drive before. I could fuck him every day if he’d let me.

After lubing up my cock, I shoved two slippery fingers into his hole. Blaze shuddered and groaned.

He didn’t need a third finger, but I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hurt him. When I finished, I pulled them out and nudged my tip against his hole.

“Color.”

“Green… please.”

I grabbed his hips and shoved inside him in one smooth move. Blaze’s back arched, and he clawed at the brick wall. He hissed, but he was careful not to say a word unless I asked him a question.

Before I moved, I pressed my body against his and nipped his earlobe. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

And he was, at least when we did this. He was a pain in the ass most other times.

But Blaze shook his head.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

He froze and shook his head faster.

“Good. You better not. One thing I don’t do to you, especially during our hookups like this, is lie to you. Understood?”

He nodded quickly.

“Answer me, Aiden.”

“Yes, sir.”

I stood straight, gripped him again, and pumped.

“I love watching my cock slide in and out of you. It’s like we fit perfectly. It’s a beautiful thing.”

I could’ve sworn that Blaze purred .

When the first tingles of an orgasm threatened, I bent over him again, wrapped my arm around him, and tugged on his dick, using his pre-cum as lube.

We’d been taking too long as it was, so I stroked him fast as I thrust into him, trying to peg that prostate of his. His grunts were getting louder, and my pants grew faster.

“Hurry and come for me, Kitten. You first.”

A minute later, he froze, and hot wetness hit my hand. I kept milking him until he had nothing left to give, then I wiped his cum on the wall, grabbed his hips, and slammed into his limp body over and over. I suddenly came in him, filling him with my cum, marking him now that we weren’t using condoms.

“God, I love your ass,” I groaned.

I slipped out of him and spun him around, wanting to laugh at his sex-hazed face, but instead, I kissed the hell out of him—his reward for being so good.

“Are you good, Kitten?”

“So good.”

“You get to sit with my cum spilling out of you. Knowing that shit will get me hard all over again.”

“I like the feeling.”

I snorted a laugh as I bent down to pull up his underwear and jeans. He quickly took over, zipping them up.

“I hadn’t expected this, but I’m glad it happened. Thanks,” he said.

Smiling, I lifted his chin with my index finger and gave him a small peck. “If I had the stamina and knew it wouldn’t hurt you, I’d do this every day. Shit, my libido is in overdrive, and your gorgeous ass isn’t helping.”

Blaze scanned my face with his black, soulful eyes that I once thought were soulless. “It’s a good thing we don’t. You look like shit, you know,” he said, brushing his shirt of wrinkles, then running ringed fingers through his hair to fix it.

“Thanks a lot,” I deadpanned. “Way to boost my ego.”

“I’m being serious. If we do this, you’ve got to be healthy. You need to eat and sleep. You look like you’re losing weight. Are you sleeping? Eating?”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Not really, no. I’ve been feeling off for several weeks now. Some days are better than others. Food has been… oddly bland. I’ll get over it. Tell you what, I’ll take a few Advil PM tonight and get some rest. I don’t have to work in the morning.”

“Good. The last thing we need is for you to pass out on me or something.”

We .

We were in this together now. We were intertwined and always had been. Bad or good, we had some sort of strange relationship, and I didn’t hate it. I didn’t hate him anymore, either. It was weird how sex did that. But this wasn’t any sex. This was sex that required complete trust and communication.

I pressed my hand to his cheek, leaned down, and pecked his lips again. “It’s nice to see you care so much about me.”

He rolled his eyes and shoved me away. “I don’t.”

But the small smile on his lips told me he was a liar. He liked me, even just a little bit.

I watched him walk off, squirming, no doubt from his leaking ass, as I lit another smoke so we didn’t go back to our friends at the same time. I scrolled on my phone, going through my social media, biding my time.

After about fifteen minutes, I headed back to skate. I was energized and itching to do some tricks.

When I walked into the other building, I found my friends all staring at me with unreadable eyes.

“What?”

Did they know? Could they tell what we’d done? Did it fucking matter? Not really, but it was out of respect for Blaze. And I’d have to explain why suddenly we didn’t hate each other so much anymore.

I glanced at Blaze, who looked like he’d literally just been fucked, which he had. His hair was still kind of a wreck, and his lips were all swollen. Damn, he looked sexy as hell.

“So, where were you guys?” Stix asked with a smirk, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Your roots need to be done,” I said instead of answering him.

Stix reached for his head, touching it as if he could see the dark brown hair peeking through the bleach-blond strands. “Do not! Are my roots showing?” he asked Stone.

Crisis averted .

I looked at Blaze and winked. He gave me the bird, and I laughed, grabbing my board to skate.