Defend the Mirage by J.K. Jones

Author:J.K. Jones [J.K. Jones]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: jkjones
Published: 2023-02-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

No questions are answered.

Nothing is resolved. Richard is beyond exasperated. He knows less now than he ever did before. The detective inside him is itching to get answers. It makes his skin crawl with anxiety.

Like tonguing an open sore inside his mouth.

He probes and licks at the wound, only to reel back in agony. Beau walks him to the front door, hands in his jeans, which hang low on his hips.

Richard takes in the dip of his collarbone, the wide set of his shoulders. His hair tussles, sweat pools on his upper lip and brow.

They have nothing more to say.

And yet, he lingers again.

Richard’s heart lurches. The words that were spoken earlier make hope blossom where it should rot. Does Beau care? Did he ever? The words are ringing in his ears, white noise.

He would do it all again. He doesn’t care. If it meant Beau could be finally free. He would spend eternity in prison. They used to cut me. Richard remembers the scars, ugly things, slicing up his entire back and forearms.

Mason used to use it for lubrication. The sick bastard.

Richard’s chest tightens.

Their love is the fire raging in his veins, the impending cyclone in the skyline. It’s inevitable, all-consuming.

He wants him badly. So very badly.

Richard’s stomach clenches, dick hardening to the point of pain.

His impatience is growing, mounting every day. A spark of heat, a flash of skin drives him into a frenzy. Soon, very soon, they will be alone together.

Richard is nervous, his hands grow damp, and his throat dries at the thought. He wants soft kisses in the dark, lude moans, deep laughter.

Worst of all, he wants to consume Beau as if he will die of thirst if he doesn’t.

These thoughts come like a tidal wave. And he knows like he’s always known, that he would never grow tired of looking at him.

The slop of his nose, wide-set lips, and cheeks cut and chiseled. Although he is still very young, there is a semblance of hardness to his exterior, something akin to future manhood.

“I’m fucking shit up, aren’t I?”

Completely. Beau sighs, staring at the ground dejected.

“Yes and no… look, if you want to continue… whatever this is… I need full transparency. Or else I can’t help you. I can’t protect you.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you… whatever you want to know.”

“Good.” Richard opens the front door to his apartment and gestures for Beau to come inside. “That’s all I ask.”

Beau steps over the threshold, his strides long and confident.

Richard’s glad he decided to clean the day before. It still doesn’t remove the faint smell of mildew from the windows or the yellowish paint on the walls. It’s a far cry from their usual spot at the motel, but it’s enough.

“Do you want something to drink?” It’s hot. He’s ready to tear off his shirt if only to get some reprieve from the heat. “I don’t have an air conditioner.”

Richard walks toward the sink and pours them both a glass of water. He drains his in one gulp and takes a stuttering breath.

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