Chapter 9

Chet didn’t see how he could. “Aren’t we in the middle of something here?”

The smile Scott gave him looked slippery. With a wink, he set the tattoo machine down, the buzzing ceasing. But he picked up a napkin and the razor, and placed his hands on Chet’s back. Firm. There was no arguing with the strength in those hands. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said as he drew the razor gently down Chet’s back. “The endorphins are going to drive you crazy—”

“You’re doing a good job of that yourself,” Chet muttered. He tried to squirm but couldn’t get out from under Scott’s hands. “Can’t we just wait until we’re done fucking before you get into…this?”

The soap was next. Scott squirted it onto Chet’s recently healed tattoo, the liquid cold as it ran down his lower back and over the curve of his ass. A few drops found their way between his buttocks to sting his widened hole. “Scott, please.”