Laying Claim: Rough Edges by Matthew Dante

Author:Matthew Dante [Dante, Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16- Seth

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it. No one has to know. My wife won’t be back till Tuesday. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve sucked a dick before. Think of it as one of your hook-ups. Just you and I blowing our loads. Come on. It’s just a bit of fun…”

Seth’s head jerked up as panic pulled him from his nightmare.

“Oww.” The sudden movement sent a jolt of pain slicing through his head. “What the heck…?”

Throbbing pain hammered his head every time he attempted to move. His throat was sore, and his legs were freezing.

Slowly, Seth opened his eyes. He was sitting on the floor, clinging to the toilette in nothing but his Riddler underwear.

Classy. Real classy, Seth.

Ignoring the shooting pain, his eyes focused on the piece of material draped across the bathroom sink.

His shirt. The one he wore last night.

Covered in vomit.

Great…

Laying on the floor, next to the sink, were soiled paper towels. Most likely from cleaning up more of his puke.

Classy, man. Real fucking classy.

He looked around but didn’t see his jeans. Perhaps he took them off before he came into the bathroom.

Seth closed his eyes as another wave of nausea overtook him. He breathed in and out, trying to concentrate on anything other than the desire to bend over the toilette and let it all out.

He felt like he was dying. Seriously, how many shots did he have last night? He could barely remember the bar, let alone the strip club. He hoped that he still had some cash in his wallet. Otherwise, it was going to be a very cheap week.

Seth’s head jolted when he heard the sound of heavy breathing directly behind him. He instantly regretted the sudden movement as a wave of nausea came crashing down on him.

Laying in his bathtub, fast asleep, was Mickey. Seth’s heart began to race.

The Irish beefcake lay shirtless, in nothing but his designer ripped jeans. His red and black hair, which was normally slicked back, now fell roughly at both sides of his face, giving him a rough rocker-biker vibe.

Seth tried not to laugh at the sight of Mickey’s large body crammed into his tiny tub. His head tilted forward uncomfortably as a tiny stream of drool made its way from the corner of his mouth to his perfectly sculpted chest.

He watched as Mickey’s chest rose and fell with each breath. The poor guy looked so uncomfortable crammed in that tub.

Why was he here?

Then memory set in. Mickey had been waiting for him when he came home last night… piss drunk.

Shit. Did that mean that Mickey watched as Seth prayed to the porcelain gods?

Great.

Nothing gives a man a boner more than watching fluid project out of another man’s mouth.

Kiss me, baby, I’m gorgeous!

Mickey’s body jerked in the tub as his sleepy eyes parted. He looked around, confused until his eyes fell on Seth. He jerked upright with nothing but concern in his eyes.

“Shit. You, okay?”

Seth nodded yes and grimaced.

“Take it your head’s poundin’?”

“Yeah, like a bitch,” Seth moaned as he closed his eyes and rested his head on the toilet once again.

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