Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
His natural shade was black like Miguel’s, but the brown he now sported reminded him of dishwater gathered in the sink over a whole day in a busy restaurant. It lacked personality and weirdly blended with his skin shade.
“I fucking hate it. I’m gonna be invisible with this in the clothes you got me!”
Miguel sighed and approached him with a towel tied at his waist. “It’s not so bad,” he said and ran his fingers over the short crop. “You can get it dyed in all the colors of the rainbow once we arrive in Lima, and for now, it will keep us under the radar.”
But no amount of sympathy could make Nero like or even feel neutral about the face watching him from the mirror. “It’s like I’m not fucking there.”
Miguel hugged him from behind as they stared into the mirror together, and he pressed a sweet kiss to his temple. “What does that even mean?”
Nero scoffed but leaned into the embrace despite the new hair color being such a detriment to his looks. “Well… this just doesn’t feel like me. I’m not the kind of person who wants to just melt into the background and be one of many.”
Miguel’s hands slipped up to Nero’s pecs and he gently pulled on both the nipple piercings. “Look at yourself. You wouldn’t be able to melt into the background even if you wanted to. This is temporary.”
Nero grunted and let his head drop to Miguel’s shoulder as cool, rough fingers rolled both his nipples, already triggering jolts of pleasure.
He supposed Miguel did not like him for the green hair, but looking a certain way did mean a lot to him.
“I always knew I was different. And this feels like I’m not allowed to show it.”
“Ah. So that’s what it’s about. Letting your freak flag fly?” Miguel trailed his lips to Nero’s ear, then kissed his neck without giving Nero’s nipples any respite.
“This feels like being back in the closet. And I know it sounds dumb, but that’s how I see it. There’s a truth about me, and now it’s obscured.” Nero shook his head and rested one of his hands on Miguel’s thigh, relaxing into his kisses.
“Why do you need to show it on the outside?” Miguel asked, but just as Nero hoped he’d be bent over the sink for a thorough fucking with soap for lube, Miguel pulled on his wrist and led him to the main room.
The bed looked like comfort in the form of furniture with its thick mattress, white sheets, and thin cotton drapes hanging on every side. Despite fatigue settling in him now, Nero greedily watched Miguel’s tattooed back, which tensed so beautifully when Miguel got excited.
“Because I’m not ashamed of who I am. I want people to know.”
Miguel sat down, once again making Nero imagine all the positions they could be fucking in when he threw the towel to a nearby chair. “That’s brave of you. I always thought you were outrageous, but maybe I was just jealous of you living however you pleased.”
Nero’s mouth quirked at the compliment, and he crawled onto the bed, resting his chin on Miguel’s back. His hands moved to that muscular stomach, and he hummed. “I was very unhappy when I was hiding. Like I was translucent. In a way, that dick who fucked me first did me a favor.”
“You could have flown under the radar, been safer. Maybe even been the obvious heir to your father, someone everyone would have rallied behind.” Miguel entwined their fingers over his stomach, but tension was back in his shoulders.
“But it was worth it. I don’t have to worry what might happen if someone found out. I could just… be, you know. I was so scared when that guy told everyone what I let him do, and so ashamed, but it was also freeing. And I decided to just roll with it, regardless of what happened.
“My father beat me pretty badly once it came out, but I couldn’t stop. I have this massive libido and couldn’t imagine hiding it, or having to give up on men. So I sought out someone else just a few days later. He’d been actually gay and better at it.”
Miguel turned around and rolled them over, making Nero wonder if they’d be doing it face-to-face after all.
“I’m glad I killed your father then,” Miguel said, running his hand up Nero’s side while watching him from the other pillow.
Nero’s heartbeat picked up again. Nothing happened yet, but not being able to read Miguel or predict his actions kept him on the edge. Was Miguel tired? If that was the case, Nero could blow him again, or ride him and do all the work, no problem. So maybe he too felt fatigued, but now that Miguel had tasted what sex was, he would eventually get bored of one man and slip away to pursue someone else. And Nero wanted to gorge himself on Miguel for as long as they stayed together.