Page 43 of Sad Boy
His eyes flick up to meet mine in the mirror. “Of course. I know it’s your favorite color. Now stay still.”
“How can it not be when your eyes look like that?” Grinning, I adjust my leaking cock and try not to focus too much on the delicious pain. “What other colors even exist?”
“Blue,” he says with a smile. “It’s much more beautiful to me.”
“Then if I ever have to tattoo you, I’ll remember that.”
“You can tattoo me any time you want, Sid. Did I ever tell you about the first time I saw your eyes?”
I remember that day well, but that’s because I was instantly star-struck. “Nope. I’m all ears.”
“We were in that smokey ass basement, and when Bash introduced you to me, I couldn’t really see your face, but you moved on to say hi to Jonah and the light hit you just right. You only looked at me for a second, but I was immediately hooked. I’ve always loved clear skies, but your eyes made me forget they even existed. You were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. You still are.”
It breaks my heart a little bit to think about all the years we wasted. He thought I was too good for him, I thought he was too cool for me, I was busy with Bash, he was busy doing drugs and fucking everything that moved. All along, we were hooked from the start. But in the end, it worked out for the best — we had time to settle into ourselves, sow some wild oats, and get to know the worst parts of each other so that when we were ready, the best parts could reap the benefits. Our relationship was battle tested before it ever began.
“You didn’t try to fuck me,” I remind him. “Why not?”
“The truth? I thought you’d shoot me down, and being able to dream it was a possibility kept me going every time I scraped rock bottom. I also knew that if you said yes I’d ruin your life, and then we’d all lose you. I thought I deserved the pain of believing I was too far below you. I can probably keep going, because there are a thousand reasons why I don’t deserve your love, but I damn sure can’t live without it now.”
The thought of me ever turning him down is laughable, but I get it. I met Levi at probably the lowest point in his life and we almost definitely would’ve crashed and burned if we’d given in back then. Love isn’t always enough, and there are things, however much I wish there weren’t, that I wouldn’t have put up with even for Levi.
So, as hard as it was to sit back all those years, I’d go through it again knowing where we end up. It was worth it.
“Good thing you don’t have to, hm? You married me.”
The grin that overtakes his face as he turns off the tattoo gun is blinding, and when he places a kiss near the rose, I know he’s done. “Good thing you didn’t read the fine print on that marriage certificate.”
My smile vanishes. “Did you put a fucking escape clause in our marriage certificate? Is that even fucking possible?”
“It is possible, but no. Think the opposite of that. Think... you can’t leave me or we have to sword fight to the death. So unless you’re ready to put a knife through my heart, you’re not going anywhere, Sidney Cross.”
I have no idea if he’s telling the truth or lying, but I don’t think I care either way. I’d sign that contract a hundred times. Pouting, I clench around his cock and wrap my legs around his waist to pin him there. “Seems like you’re the one stabbing me.”
“Different kind of sword fight, but we can practice with those any time, baby.”
He makes it twitch deep inside of me, and suddenly, I don’t care about anything but this moment.
For the first time in my life, things are better than fine. They’re great, I’m great, everything is great.
And if he was telling the truth, it’ll either stay that way or I’ll die — and I think that makes one thing pretty clear.
I win.
