Savior:A Tattered Club Story(45)
Fun time started with sinking the fucking car and coke two states over before the cops showed up with their little notepads asking questions. Seth had a talent for borrowing people’s cars without permission and selling them for a ton of cash, but this time the sale was supposed to be legit.
Niko kept the story simple. Guy came by the shop to sell the car and they turned him down. Snitches get stitches and they kept their fucking mouths shut. They might have been on the up and up these days, but there was still a Goddamn code.
The police took the report and Niko took three teeth out of the guy who’d sold the car. Seth’s probation wasn’t in danger and they made a pocket full of bills from the guy’s wallet and pictures of his kids. Yeah, Niko wasn’t above blackmail either. Take care of shit kind of guy.
“Little problem, man? You don’t have someone duct taped in the trunk do you?” Niko was only half kidding.
Seth walked in, crossed his arms over his thick chest and smiled. “Not this time. Remember that club I told you about? The one on King and Vine? They’re having a leather night and I thought maybe you could be my wingman. There’s this guy I’ve been trying to get for months and he’s kind of shy. I think he’s straight wanting to explore. I thought having a straight friend there might ease things up.”
Niko sprayed the table with disinfectant before wiping it clean. “I’m not into that, man. I’m going to have to tap out on this one. I have plans tonight.” He laid a fresh strip of paper on the table. “Ben wants to go out tonight. Take him.”
Seth uncrossed his arms and started to neatly fold the sleeves of his white dress shirt up his meaty forearms. “No go. The place would scare the shit out of him. It’s cool. Mr. Shy Man’s ass is mine—gay or straight. It’s just a matter of time.” Seth winked, making Niko’s stomach ache. “They all come around eventually.”
When Seth turned, Ethan was standing at the door with two rolls of paper towels. “Hey, little man,” Seth grinned. “Hope you’re settled in.” Seth passed his gaze from Ethan back to Niko. “See you later, brother. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Niko curled his fingers into tight fists. First, he wanted to throttle Seth. Second, what in the fuck had Ethan been saying? Seth was out the door before he could explain. “You.” He pointed at Ethan. “Get your ass in here and shut the fucking door.”
Ethan’s wide eyes blinked. He clutched the rolls of paper towels to his chest. “I didn’t say anything. I swear. The Professor figured it out this morning. I denied it, though. Niko, don’t look at me like that. You can trust me.”
Heat rushed to Niko’s head. He felt dizzy, drunk, Goddamn horny. “Get on the table. Now.” He stalked in Ethan’s direction to make sure he didn’t try to run. He was scaring the shit out of the kid, but, hell, he was scared, too. What if the guys realized what was really going on? Would they feel betrayed?
“Listen,” Ethan pleaded as he hurried and slid his ass onto the thin mattress. “If you’re going to hit me—”
Niko shook his head. What the fuck? Before Ethan’s fear fully registered in Niko’s head, he bumped into the table, forcing Ethan’s thighs to split to accommodate his size. Ethan dropped the rolls and wrapped his lithe arms around Niko’s neck. This was what he needed. Fuck the rest of the shit right now. This was where he needed to be.
Niko palmed the back of Ethan’s head, forcing him to look up. “I missed you. I can’t believe I just said that, but it’s true. I needed to punch the wall a million times today because the thought wouldn’t leave my head. I hate this. I don’t want to feel like this.”
He massaged the back of Ethan’s head. Niko leaned in to explore the smooth skin, slipping his tongue over the bump on the front of Ethan’s neck when he swallowed.
“I don’t want to hide,” Ethan said. “I thought about you all day, too.”
The idea of Ethan sitting in class daydreaming about touching and fucking made Niko press into the space between them. He trailed soft kisses across Ethan’s rose-colored cheek to slip the tip of his tongue into the corner of his warm mouth.
“Can we at least agree,” Niko whispered between gently prying Ethan’s full lips apart. “Let’s take this slow and see where it goes? I can’t make promises right now, Ethan. I can give you what I am and you have to decide if it’s enough.”
Ethan finally gave Niko’s tongue access and nipped on his upper lip. “Will you have a party for my birthday? I might be able to let you fuck me if you throw me a twentieth birthday bash. I’ll wear something sexy. A tight tank top? Skinny jeans? Maybe walk out of the back naked. You could jump out of a cake for me. Wait,” he teased, pushing against Niko’s thick chest. “How about you dance for me like Channing Tatum? Oh, I want that.”