Lay Me Down (MxM)

24. Espresso

Jae

"Fuck, I'm tired." I groaned. Turning up the heat in the Interceptor, I closed my eyes for a moment while waiting in line for coffee. There were a few vehicles ahead of me, and my tired brain was wandering.

I didn't sleep for shit last night.

I tried, I really did, but Lucas was all I could think about. He'd captured my mind and my cock all in one go apparently, and so, there I was worrying about him all night.

When I got home, I'd taken a hot shower—usually that shit calms me down, centers me, but instead I found myself even deeper in my head than before. His taste, his scent, it was all over me, and I regretted to wash it down the drain.

Then, it got worse when I went to bed. My actual room was on the first floor, because I didn't like being too far from Addie when she stayed, but all the same, I kept missing the warmth of that pretty boy in my arms. The sound of his voice, his cheeky comments... I mean shit, Lucas was just so beautifully imperfect.

I couldn't get enough.

He was just so real and unabashed in the way he thought and spoke. He'd be impulsive and demanding, but sugar sweet the next. In my mind, he had two forms: that of an obedient good boy, or a pouty, sour brat, and if Lucas were a candy, I decided he'd be a Sour Patch Kid, and I loved Sour Patch Kid's, they were my guilty pleasure.

"You're so fucked." I murmured to myself.

I really was fucked, I barely knew Lu, but I was... well, I was hooked. I had a sweet tooth, but sour was always my jam. I'd devour whatever he gave me and keep coming back for more if he let me.

All the same, I felt nervous; strangely vulnerable, because for the first time in a long time, I realized I would genuinely be sad if Lucas and I went our separate ways. It'd been so excruciatingly long since I'd been this captivated by a person, and the whole thing was reminiscent to me of the way I fell for... well, Angel.

I shook my head and looked out the window, turning up the volume on the scanner to shake my past from my head. I didn't want to think about Angel and his wife, or his perfect life.

"Fucker..." I griped, because I still wanted to cave that man's face in, despite it being years since we'd had any contact.

Cracking my neck, I started wondering about my little pet again. Lucas had been messaging me earlier, and he confirmed his ride had picked him up. A friend... Ian, he'd said, though he didn't elaborate. I kind of wanted him to, because I was anxious to hear about whether he had any reliable friends he could lean on. He'd sent me a few messages since, but he was in class by now, and I was on watch. Either way, I knew he'd download his day on me when I picked him up later; I was quite certain of that.

Another yawn consumed me, and I smacked my face. "Wake up, you got till noon." I grimaced, fatigue clinging to my bones.

My gaze drifted to the vehicle in front of me, a green Subaru Outback with Pacific Northwest themed stickers on the back. "Mountains Please", one said. I stared at it, trying to remember the last time I'd been hiking, then looked at the rest. My eyes shifted to a Sasquatch sticker, followed by one which outlined the Olympic Mountain Range, and lastly, a Hawks sticker which I thought completed the whole "I'm a proud Washingtonian" look. Guess I couldn't blame them, I loved this state too.

Rain drops soon began to spatter across my windshield and let out a heavy sigh, pulling forward as the next customer moved up in line. Our weather was temperamental at best; something about us living in the "convergent zone" or some shit. Instead of blue skies and blustery winds like yesterday, today held classic rain and grey cloud cover.