Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Arden shook his head, and while Mike saw him rolling his eyes in the mirror, a small smile graced his lips. “I wasn’t offering.”
Mike raised his hands. “Okay, I’ll take any other type of head.”
He was expecting a groan, but Arden giggled. “In your dreams.”
This was going great! And Seb must have thought so too, because he winked at Mike. Lured by the lack of pushback, Mike rose from the leather sofa and walked up to Arden, who dug his teeth into that full lip and watched him approach. Ah, it felt good to be watched like this, like a prized stallion about to mount the best mare in the stables.
“Do you want to hear about my dreams?”
Arden closed his eyes. “No.”
But Seb grinned, pretending to make subtle changes to Arden’s hair. “Tell me, and Arden can plug his ears.”
Mike leaned against the counter in front of Arden, staring at the flush spreading over the pristine cheeks. God, they were like ripe peaches. And there was no one close enough to hear the obscenities about to leave Mike’s lips.
“I thought you could eat cotton candy off my dick. You’d have to get through all that pink fluff first before getting your savory dessert,” he said, shivering at the image in his head.
Arden burst out laughing, but kept his eyes closed. “That’s revolting. Seb, please say he’s scaring the other customers.”
Seb shook his head. “Oh, no, it’s all good. Do continue.”
Good man.
Mike leaned forward, until he could smell the sweet shampoo on Arden. “I’ll save it all up for you. There’ll be so much juice in my balls you won’t be able to swallow it all. Maybe I should come on your face instead?”
“You’re not even gay. You’re bored.” Arden covered his face with his hands, but sadly for him, the gesture only made him cuter.
Mike could already see those pink fingers jerking him off as he took his time playing with Arden’s tongue. It would never happen in real life, but in theory he would have loved for Arden to stick his pink tongue out and rock his tool along it, until he came down the boy’s willing throat.
“I can be flexible,” Mike said. “Mostly ride choppers now, but dirt bikes were my first love.”
Seb patted Arden’s shoulder. “See? The man’s a keeper.”
Arden smirked. “What if I’m a top? Are you flexible enough for that, Mike?”
Seb’s whisper was hardly a whisper at all. “He’s not a top.”
“I assumed as much,” Mike said, drilling his gaze into Arden, who squirmed in the chair while Seb worked some kind of foamy substance into his hair.
“Have you ever kissed a man?” Arden asked with a groan, but opened one eye. He was genuinely curious, and that pushed Mike’s brain deeper down the rabbit hole. Because if he wanted to kiss a guy, he’d want to experiment with Arden. He seemed like the type who’d be nice and pliant in bed. A soft marshmallow Mike could twist and knead however he liked.
“Not yet.”
“No kissing until I’m done,” Seb laughed, but then added after a touch of hairspray. “I’m done.”
He switched on the hairdryer, and its roar cut the conversation as efficiently as a motorcycle’s engine always did.
He exhaled and returned to the waiting area, where he kept the fantasies alive until Arden’s hair was done. Finally.
And didn’t he look like the cutest little bunny. When Seb had pulled Arden’s hair out of the buns, it turned out that Arden’s hair was quite wild and curly, but after the treatment, not only was it brighter, with the color refreshed, but also perfectly straight. Two tiny buns sat on top of his head, but the rest of the hair reached below his shoulders, so soft Mike wanted to grab the strands and twist them around his hand.
“So what now, babe?” Mike asked, pulling out his wallet.
Arden stilled. “You don’t have to…” he mumbled, but was most definitely watching Mike’s reaction. Seeing him stand closer was worth the price of the visit. So the cash obtained from Kane upon winning the bet wouldn’t cover what Mike was about to pay, but Mike was willing to invest in this new venture.
“Oh, a man should always pay for their date. Isn’t that right, Seb?”
“Gets tricky in the gay world, but you’ll get the hang of it, I’m sure.” The man laughed, taking the money. “See you next month, Arden.”
They walked out of the salon, Mike following the scent of Arden’s pastel hair. It smelled so good Mike could’ve rubbed his face against it. While he laid on top of Arden and slowly fucked his tight ass. The fairy wings would come alive with sparkle as it happened and tremble in tune with the boy’s moans. Mike just wasn’t sure about the role of Arden’s dick, but in his fantasy it didn’t have to matter.