Mike’s face was red as he rolled back to his feet, fists already rising, but Caspian turned around so Gunner’s opponent couldn’t easily reach him. “I’m training him now, so if you touch him again, it’s gonna get personal,” he bluffed, struggling to keep his body steady with all the eyes pushing hooks into him.
Those guys could’ve ripped him to shreds if they smelled that something was fishy about him, and in an instant, he understood why it might have been hard for Gunner yesterday to stand up to his pseudo-friends who also happened to be drug dealers.
Mike took a deep breath and pointed at Gunner, but didn’t step any closer. “You talk to me again, you come to my store, or as much as make eye contact, you’re dead, you little shit! Understood?”
Gunner waved his hand. “Fine, whatever.”
He was at least sane enough to leave before things could have escalated and walked toward the exit as soon as Caspian put him down. Caspian had never seen a more volatile twink.
“See you,” Caspian muttered to Mike, because it felt like the thing to do, and followed Gunner while someone else asked the men to go back to whatever they’d been doing, since the show was over.
But it definitely wasn’t over for Caspian.
What the fuck had Gunner been up to while he hadn’t been looking?
“You have some explaining to do,” he whispered and grabbed Gunner’s arm as soon as they were in a dusky corridor, out of everyone’s sight.
Gunner groaned, but didn’t fight Caspian the way he had Mike. “I was just trying things out, okay? He’s the only gay guy I know.”
“You just walked into his shop, and what, offered him a blowjob? Maybe you should carry around a price list, while you’re at it?” Caspian forced out through his tightening throat and shook Gunner.
“It wasn’t like that! I thought we could, like, date or something…” He didn’t sound convinced himself, but when a woman passed them and barely hid a smirk, Caspian knew they should continue this conversation out of sight.
“Take me somewhere private. Now,” he said, burning with the desire to break Mike’s jaw himself.
Chapter 11 - Caspian
Gunner groaned and led the way down the corridor, to a large storage closet filled with metal shelves stacked full of protein powders. “He pissed me off, okay? He made me feel like shit. Like I shouldn’t have even asked, and I’m fucking adorable.”
Caspian’s hand stopped on the lock, which he hastily turned as soon as they were both in. “So he’s a douche, I get it! Believe me, I get it! You can’t go around offering yourself to randos! This is mine,” he growled, gesturing at Gunner’s compact form in the tight jeans that looked so cute with the oversized hoodie.
Gunner hesitated, and his blue eyes met Caspian’s. “What if I’m really horny, and you’re not around?”
Liquid fire rose in Caspian, and he grabbed Gunner’s shoulders, bringing him closer. He couldn’t even think of what he’d do if he found Gunner flirting with some other guy. That wasn’t what they’d agreed on.
“I don’t care if you’re too horny to wait. Come and see me or fuck your little boy hole with a dildo!”
Gunner had the audacity to laugh. “You mean the rubber one in your closet? I don’t know how that will help with my need.” He stood on his toes and pulled Caspian a bit lower to lick his lips.
Oh Damn. He might have as well grabbed Caspian by the balls.
The moment when he’d walked in on Gunner holding Twinky would forever be one of the most embarrassing in his life, but he couldn’t let the boy take charge of this moment and pushed him at the wall. “Then I’ll get you a dildo, and you’ll ride it whenever I can’t be there to satisfy you.”
“And should I make videos of me doing it, so you can watch them later?” Gunner ran his fingers over Caspian’s forearm, and his touch was like a match setting Caspian’s skin on fire. Never before had his cock hardened so fast.
Gunner was a shameless slut, and Caspian wanted him all to himself.
He’d had crushes before, mostly on cute twinks who seemed so unattainable. But he’d never felt so jealous. He wasn’t sure whether it was because Gunner was his first bottom, or because Gunner was a sexy firecracker, but Caspian wanted to keep him.
He wanted to get tested now and cream his tight hole as soon as he made sure this body had no STIs to pass on.
“Yes. But no face,” Caspian added, because the last thing he wanted was to deal with the potential fallout, if the recording got into the wrong hands.
“Why? Is my come-face ugly?” Gunner purred and ran his hands up Caspian’s chest, all the way to his neck until he wrapped his arms around it. He truly was fucking adorable in the big hoodie, which only reinforced the idea of him being small when compared to Caspian’s hulking form. Yet that didn’t stop him from knowing how to tease a guy like a pro.