✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

27. That Time Blake Got a Goodbye Kiss

TW: Child sexual abuse mention

The next morning, Vance and Blake got breakfast at a little café down the street before they got back to Resthaven. The place was very French with all these fancy names for a sandwich or cup of Joe, but Blake was somehow totally at ease here, so Vance let Blake decide what he got. Blake got something with a whole bunch of cream—like the coffee was blonde—and Vance got something dark and strong. They sat close enough that their knees were leaning on one another beneath the table.

Blake only had to lean right to nudge Vance with his shoulder. "How's your stomach?"

Vance blushed. "It's fine."

"You sure? I can help you be more comfortable."

"It's okay. We—we already cleaned out most of it." Vance didn't want to, but Blake insisted that he come with him in the shower to help him clean himself out. It was fucking embarrassing since it seemed like they were in there for hours touching his ass, and this opportunistic pervert managed to suck him off again before they left the bathroom.

"Okay, what about pain? Are your hips sore—"

"Yes." Honestly, Vance didn't know how he managed to walk all the way down here, but he felt like everyone could see that he was walking kind of weird. He was very firm about Blake walking right next to him, so he wouldn't tease him about it.

"Right. I could massage you again." Blake kept going on and on about all these things that he'd already mentioned after Vance's first time. At some point in his rambling, Blake cut off with, "Ah. You wanna get a sandwich from the deli after this?"

"How did you know I was craving that?"

"We walked past it on our way down here, and you're always in the mood for eating meat if I... wore you out the night before." Blake had another sip of his coffee, and there was cream on his lips. Vance felt curious about what Blake's drink tasted like. "Let's finish off the coffee and get down there, okay?"

Vance nodded and wrapped his hands around the warm mug of his drink. Despite its near-black color, it was strikingly vivid in its porcelain cup even though it hardly looked any different than a typical black coffee. Vance wouldn't have batted an eyelash at it before, but now an alluring, rich brown like that could only be described as beautiful to Vance.

He stroked the side of the cup. Vance finally understood what that strange thrill was.

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Vance was acting pretty strange when they were driving out of Resthaven, all quiet and wouldn't really explain why. It was worrying, but Vance was okay with letting Blake just talk through the car ride, though. He always liked to listen to Blake talk these days even if Blake felt like he was talking too much sometimes.

Blake just got done talking about this time when he spray-painted Officer Davis's cop car, but it only made him anxious talking so much by himself, so he asked, "And what about Vin? He still going steady with Jessica Stein?"

"Yeah, they're—they're still pretty wrapped up in each other. A little too much." Vance rubbed his face. "He's been sneaking around at night."

"He's not doing anything we're not." Blake winked.

"This—" Vance couldn't come up with a defense. "Well, I'm worried because Vin's just a kid. He might do something not so smart."

"What, like sex?"

"Yes, like sex. He's only fourteen."

"It's fine. If he gets lucky, then he gets lucky. It's great if he can start early."