CHAPTER SIX

ATLAS

Waking, I cuddled Jasiel. It was always instinctive of me to reach out in the middle of the night, and in the morning, and whenever else I felt like I had lost myself. I squeezed him close. Today was the first day he was back, and I could wake with him.

He was naked, although he had got into bed in a bear onesie with me but since I couldn't bear to be with him in bed and not have our bodies touching, skin to skin, that I didn't want to go another moment without him against me.

"You're awake," he whispered, scooting back against me. "You've been awake for ages." He grabbed my cock, it was solid.

I gave his neck a gentle kiss. "You know you can use it whenever you want baby," I told him. "If it makes you happy, I want you to have it." Plus, it was nice to feel myself inside him, and what better way to wake.

He continued to back up against my cock. "I hope you're ready," he said.

Stroking a hand down the front of his body, my fingers down each of the rivets of his muscle. I recalled every moment I'd ever spent with him as my fingers traveled the map of his skin, considering all the way in which I remembered him.

I wanted to fuck him so hard, for so long, and I never wanted to leave him ever again. I pressed my hands into his hips, backing him a little further against my cock.

"Put it in me already," he grumbled, pressing his abdomen against my hand and arching his back. "Right now."

Reaching over him, I grabbed the coconut oil, and like a sweet cookie ready to go in the oven, I placed my fingers dripping in oil against his hole and along my shaft. It made a mess, sure, but it created a sweet scent in the air, and left the skin feeling soft.

I didn't give him any warning. My cock went deep, almost immediately. His legs spread and his back arched more, his shoulders against my chest.

Fucking him, I pulled him on my chest and rolled on my back. Thrusting my hips and squeezing him down on me with my hands digging into his waist. He laid back on me, moaning, he didn't hold back. He wailed and panted.

"Harder!" he screamed. "Harder!"

I had harder in me, pinning him on my body like he was crucified by my cock. He lived for the pain our pleasure created when our bodies collided.

With his arms out at his side, he pulled at the sheets of the bed, yanking them away from the mattress.

It didn't take him long to cum. His hole had a vice-like grasp around my cock, throbbing like a closing-fist until I came inside him, making a pretty picture inside him, just as he'd made a similar image up across his torso.

A bang came at the door. "Guys, come on, we're trying to eat breakfast in here," Midas called out.

I chuckled to Jasiel as I kept my cock pinned inside him. It was still hard, and slowly becoming soft. I kissed the back of his neck.

"Did he say breakfast?" Jasiel asked.

"We just had breakfast," I told him with another kiss. "What more could you want?"

Wiggling around on my cock, he let out a giggle. "I could want a lot more."

I knew that was true.

We had a big day ahead of us. We had to get the apartment ready. The living room was being transformed into a torture room. The safe house in Palmetto Bay was already equipped with everything we needed.

The living room had turned into a plastic tarp wrapped room. I had no issue with making a mess, or leaving blood splatters, but Midas was a little more of a perfectionist when it came to things. He always wore gloves and tried never to leave a mark of trace behind.

Coming out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, I saw Jasiel sat on the plastic covering the couch. He had a plate of confetti cake with frosting, and a large spoon, cutting into it. "I don't want to wear masks," he said.

"Let me get dressed and we can talk about it," I said. I knew it was dangerous for him not to wear a mask. He was the one with his face plastered all over the news. And if he didn't want to wear a mask, I couldn't force him to. I couldn't force him to do anything he didn't want.

I wasn't sure if it was a second slice of cake, or the same slice he was still working on, but Jasiel's mouth was covered in colorful frosting when I walked back into the living room. "It's fantastic," he said, smacking his lips.

"No mask," I said, bringing it up with him.

"Yeah. I don't like to cover my face."

And honestly, I didn't see why he should either. His gorgeous face deserved to be always on show. But for his protection, there had to be a compromise. "I think I have some shades and a baseball cap you can try," I said, pre-prepared. "I'm not sure if it'll work as a disguise, but it'll mean you can drink your slushies."

"Slushies!" He said, jumping up from the couch, the cake and the plate fell to the plastic wrapped floor. "I have a slushie in the freezer!" He raced into the adjoining kitchen.

"Baby," I said, my voice a little firmer. "Let's remember to keep focused."

He nodded, grabbing his frozen solid slushie from the freezer. "Oh," he said. "Do you think it'll be ok?" he asked, digging at the ice with the straw he pulled free.

"Let it melt a little first," I said. "And let me make you some actual breakfast."

His smile dropped. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Cake is breakfast. Cake is absolutely breakfast. Are you saying it's not breakfast?" He walked closer. "Because it would be make me super sad if you told me that cake wasn't a suitable breakfast." He pressed the ice cold slushie cup to my chest.

"Baby," I whispered. "Cake can be breakfast, but all that sugar in the morning isn't good." I grabbed the cup from his hand. "Now, clean up your mess. Just because they've turned this into some type of plastic sweatbox, doesn't mean you can throw your food on it."

Jasiel mumbled to himself. "Only because I love you though."

He'd always been messy, but in a controlled type of way. I loved that about him, the outward chaos. Mine was all inside, I'd been taught long ago that chaos had its place on the outside, but to be good at what I do, I couldn't let anyone see or know that I was sweating.

The door opened minutes later as I continued packing and Jasiel continued to eat the cake he'd dropped on the floor.

"That was mine," Midas said.

I thought the four of us as a group would get along well. I just didn't account for Jasiel's manic state. My energizer bunny was, and always would get me in trouble. "What happened?" I asked at the bedroom doorway into the living room.

"Nothing," Midas chuckled. "The lady downstairs was selling cake to make some extra cash and I bought a sheet cake."

I glanced at Jasiel; his cheeks stuffed with cake. "You ate an entire sheet cake?"

He shrugged, chewing on the food in his mouth.

Midas checked the fridge. "There's a slice left," he chuckled. "Damn, your boy can pack it away."

In the fridge, inside a large silver tray, a small slice of cake remained. It caused a chuckle to break in the back of my throat. "Of course, he did," I said. "I don't think I ever told the story about how I took him to a doctor. I told the man, there's something wrong. He ate this huge tray of pastries in a restaurant. The boy looked at me, licking his lips and asked if they were going to bring more out."

"I know you're talking about me," he called from the living room.

Midas placed his hand on my shoulder. "And I know you wouldn't change him for the world."

He was right. If I was given the option to alter any part of him, I'd shoot the person who gave me it. I'd never want to change him, not a single hair on his head, and not a single impulse in his heart. He was perfect just the way he was.

"Ok," an exhausted Trojan said, bursting into the apartment. "Those stairs are killer. But we've got our things packed now."

"Right, you guys head over to the safe house in Palmetto Bay, make sure the location is good, then let us know. We're gonna finish packing our things, then come back for us," I said.

They both nodded. "I don't think Alonzo will be at the bar tonight, it's a Wednesday, and he usually goes at the weekend," Trojan said. He then left to speak with Jasiel.

"Hope they're getting along," I mumbled to Midas. "Maybe once we're settled, they can head out and bond. Like we used to back in the day."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "First, that wasn't bonding, that was us being assigned people to kill, and we turned it into a drinking game. And second, I think that's a good idea. He's been so tense lately. We haven't had sex in weeks."

"Not even when we left you both here yesterday?"

"Nope. Not even then. And I tried. I asked him if he wanted to test out the bed one last time before we left, and he just shot me down," he whispered. "He's got a million and one things running on that computer."

"The boy's a savant for tech," I said, shrugging. "I think we're just waiting for a win. Plus, you've both turned down a bunch of hits just to be here with me."

Midas was clearly distressed. He looked tired too. When we killed together, we were focused, and we got laid where and whenever we could. Getting laid was the best highway to a clear mind. "It's just like—" he started. "Just like, he's not pulling away from me, but at the same time, we're not pushing ourselves together like we used to."

"As the leader of this little group, I'm gonna order the two of you to fuck," I said, patting his shoulder. "Soon. Maybe at the new place. Test out the bed there. Go wild. Just fuck, alright."

He chuckled, but for me, it was just that easy. If I wanted sex, I knew Jasiel would drop everything, literally. And if he wanted sex, he'd get it, maybe not right as soon as he asked, because I was still in control after all, but we'd fuck on command when we could.

The two of them left. Trojan eyeing me up as he caught the tail end of our whisper conversation.

Jasiel came to me in the bedroom, his head low and his lips thick and pouty.

"What's up?" I asked, folding the garment bags with my dry clean suit into a box.

"You're gonna say no," he sighed, sitting precariously on the edge of the bed, careful of the flimsy crate.

"Tell me."

"Can I have the last slice of that cake?"

"Is that it?" I asked, smiling down at his adorable face.

"I was going to ask if I could scoop frosting on your dick and lick it off," he said in one quick breath. "But—" he paused. "I'm not that horngry. Horny and hungry together."

I knew what horngry was, and Jasiel was a classic case of hornger. I'd had many creams and frostings on my body that his tongue worked its delicate magic on. I loved it, in fact, I was a little disappointed I wasn't going to be getting any frosting on my dick this morning.