Sex & Mayhem 02 The Devil's Ride (26 page)

“
I will wash your beard and trim your moustache.
How about that? You trust me enough for that?” Lucifer got out his
scissors from the drawer, all giddy about getting his hands on
Tooth’s grooming.
He’d
been dreaming about it since he started learning about
barbering.

Tooth blinked. “God, just don’t give me a handlebar.
They seem freakishly popular these days.”

“Nah, I’ll just trim it for you.” Luci clipped with
the scissors in the air to give Tooth a scare. He’d love to do it
while sitting in Tooth’s lap, but that was a no-go.

The guy was a suspiciously willing participant in
the whole process, and it took some time because Luci wasn’t all
that experienced. When they were finally done, Tooth looked
amazing. Like one of those masculine-looking male models. He had
the perfect balance between beauty and a wild edge that radiated
from his eyes, drawing Luci in.

Luci towel-dried his hair and led him out of the
bathroom. “There. Good as new.” He smiled and handed Tooth a
T-shirt as he admired the work he’d done on the beard. It was still
long, but a bit more shapely, without stray hairs, the throat
shaven.

Tooth pulled on the T-shirt and walked up to the
mirror with a slight frown. He moved his head, put his hand
against
his throat,
looking at Luci’s handiwork. “Looks like I should be your practice
head more often,” he concluded.

A flame of excitement ignited in Luci’s heart, and
he stepped up to Tooth. “You would? I’d be extra careful and
shit.”

Tooth smiled. “I just let you use a razor on my
throat.”

Luci grinned. “...Can I hug you?” He held his breath
waiting for an answer.

Tooth looked into the mirror, and his mouth
twitched. He raised one arm, clearly making space for Luci. That
was all the encouragement Lucifer needed. He clung to Tooth,
wrapping his arms around Tooth’s midsection, smelling the fresh
scent of the washing powder he used for the laundry.

Tooth’s chest moved as he exhaled, pulling Luci
close. “Thanks.”

Luci loved the warmth of the strong arms around
himself. He nuzzled Tooth’s shoulder. “You’ll find them one day,”
he whispered.

The summer passed like a breeze, but everything
that happened since the big overhaul in his life penetrated Luci to
the core. Dad took him and Asty out to an amusement park for the
whole day, Bell never stopped being interested, and even Dolly’s
eyes of death became less intense when they were meeting in
passing. It felt incredible, and as close as he had been with his
mom,
as much as he’d
loved her, the attention his new family was giving him was
something he needed with his whole being.

He was still careful, tried to dip his toes in
slowly, but it was hard to keep himself from placing trust in
Tooth. Not that they spent all their time together, they both had
things to do. Luci’s apprenticeship was in full steam. On top of
that he did a few shifts at the club’s bar and did lots of chores.
Tooth on the other hand had his things to do, sometimes even
disappearing for a day or two. Luci read that as a sign of trust.
After all, he could try and run away at a time like that.

Busy as a bee, Luci would always find time for
Tooth’s weekly grooming sessions, which Tooth grew to enjoy. He had
a bit of a rugged style with the T-shirts, leather jackets, and
studded wrist cuffs, but combined with the sculpted shape of his
thick, dark beard, he looked good enough to eat. Luci hated when
Tooth disappeared, and the box under the bed
had clearly shifted.

The second STD test came out clear as well, which
set Luci’s mind at peace about that and made him more hopeful for
the future. It was as if those three months had been enough to set
his life straight-ish. Maybe he really had a chance to live like
any other person? He’d have a proper job, one he’d be actually
appreciated for, he could have sex with guys he really liked only,
and he had people who cared for him too much to let go. Even the
other Nails became friendly, and Milk of all people brought him
some ice cream from time to time, though he was rarely there, busy
with his kid. Luci saw Milk with Kat and the baby a few times, and
he couldn’t help but feel guilty about what
he’d done with Milk that second night at
the compound. There was no way to take back time though.

But when it came to looking for guys, Luci was too
busy to pay it proper attention. He had been used to guys coming
on
to him for the wrong
reasons, so the concept of actually dating someone freaked him out.
The biker crowd wasn’t all that rife with eligible gay bachelors
either, so masturbation was the easiest way out of the problem. If
only his mind didn’t stray to sex with Tooth, things would be a lot
easier. With the fantasies only getting increasingly steamy, Luci
was sleeping on his mattress more often than not. The last thing he
needed was putting Tooth in awkward situations on a daily basis. It
was bad enough he’d provoke spankings just to get the thrill of
closeness. He tried not to do it more often than twice a month, so
it wouldn’t look suspicious. Afterward, he’d always sleep like a
baby, tucked into Tooth’s T-shirt.

It was only the dread of going back to school
looming on the horizon that made him anxious. School had been a
failure for so many different reasons, but since he didn’t want to
talk about them, after being pushed and prodded
, he had to agree to take classes for
adults. Despite the lessons being scheduled three times a week in
the evenings, the introduction was held on Saturday.

Luci complained about it until
the late hours of the night, and he even
crawled into Tooth’s bed to make sure he was listening. When he
woke up, Tooth was still asleep, with hair all over his face. Luci
ran his fingers along the firm arm with a cross tattooed on the
side. He could hardly believe that they lived together, went to the
gym, and yet he still hadn’t seen Tooth’s dick. The guy had to feel
awkward about it after all. And maybe Tooth was right, maybe
Luci
was
a perv? He
couldn’t help himself though. He quietly lifted the covers, trying
not to wake Tooth up. Maybe he could see an outline, touch it
through the fabric?

“Perv,” muttered Tooth and pushed Luci off, groggily
turning to his stomach.

“I wasn’t! I was just… giving it some air.” Luci
rolled over to his back next to Tooth. Did he really want too much?
Just a peek at a cock. He teased his fingers under the waistband of
Tooth’s boxers on his hip, knowing damn well he was asking for a
slap on the wrist.

Tooth sighed, stretching his back like a cat. “I
won’t let you toss me off.”

“Why’d you think I want that?” Luci bit his lip not
to burst out laughing as he slid closer. “Maybe it’s your ass I’m
after?” He slowly pulled the boxers down by an inch.

Tooth pulled himself up and shoved Luci back to the
edge of the mattress. “Stop that. Shouldn’t you be getting ready
for school?”

Luci sighed, his playful mood deflating like a
punctured balloon. “I suppose…”

Tooth peeked at him from where his face was buried
in the pillow. “You need to straighten your hair after all.”

“Yeah, you still have time to sleep. It’s not you
who has to be presentable to potential boyfriends.” Luci dragged
himself out of bed and gave his reflection in the mirror a critical
once-over.

Tooth grunted and rolled off the bed. “Wanna shower
first then?”

A part of Luci wanted to offer showering together as
a valid option, but after months of futile attempts, he knew what
the answer would be. “Yeah, I’ll go first.” He grabbed a towel and
closed himself in the bathroom.

It took them three hours of slow preparations, which
included watching some stupid reality TV show about people trying
to become members of a chimp family in some kind of enclosure, a
very languid breakfast, and Luci taking more time with his hair
than he should. The comment he’d made about potential boyfriends
earlier wasn’t all talk. While he did have an unhealthy attachment
to Tooth, he knew his affections could never be reciprocated, no
matter how sexually comfortable Tooth felt around him. Lucifer
needed a handsome distraction.

He deliberately chose not to attend classes at his
old high school and opted for one closer to the compound instead.
He needed the high school diploma to become a barber, so he’d do
all it took, even though he wasn’t all that keen on burying his
nose in books.

The school he was to attend was a large, ugly
building that seemed to have been covered by blocks of dirty
concrete. But apparently the teachers were decent so he chose not
to complain too much. The new students were already gathering in
the parking lot when Tooth stopped
at the school bus stop and looked back at Luci
with a small smile. “You have everything?”

“
Yeah,” Luci muttered without much enthusiasm and
got off the bike. Even looking at the school made his stomach
clench. A place of complete disillusion with adults.
He
’d hoped to never go
back, yet here he was, having to face his demons.

Tooth sighed and poked Luci in the ribs. “Hey, it’s
not gonna be like normal high school. Adults have more stuff to
worry about than school life.”

“I’ll count how many times I hear ‘fag’ and report
after school.” Luci was not about to pretend he was happy about
this. Not to mention that it was getting cold already. Summer had
gone by way too fast. He’d need a new scarf and a jacket maybe. For
now, the hoodie would do.

Tooth frowned. “Why would anyone think you’re
gay?”

“Sometimes I feel it’s written on my forehead.” He
kicked a few stones on the pavement, unwilling to part with
Tooth.

“It’s not. You’re just a cute little metalhead.”
Tooth grinned and started the motor of his bike.

Tooth thought he was cute? Luci couldn’t help a dumb
smile. “See you later.” He gave a quick wave and turned around.
Maybe he did need to get a room of his own? If he really did meet
someone, started dating, where would he invite the guy? He was
pretty sure Tooth would ignore a scarf left on the door handle.

He joined the stream of people slowly filling the
building. They were supposed to gather in designated classes, so he
walked up to a group of people trying to have a peek at the
building plan. But there were so many new students, and he couldn’t
see above their heads like Tooth would. He looked around and
spotted a young woman with a name badge talking to a couple of
people. Maybe asking someone from the staff really was the way
forward?

He pushed through, holding on
to his bag. The training with Tooth, the
self-defense moves he’d learned made him a more confident person
overall. He used to think he was really outspoken, but now he was
facing the realization that it was more of a facade than anything
else. He stood in line to a man sitting behind a computer and
checking people in.

He was feeling shy, and with most of the students
much older than him, he really felt out of his depth. To distract
himself and not to look like some pathetic loner, he pulled out his
cell phone.

‘I’m hating it already. Being in school sucks balls.
You’re so lucky not to have to do it anymore’, he texted
Astaroth.

She replied right away, ‘Is it an all-boys school?
Maybe you’d like it then? ;D’

‘
I wish. Everyone’s super-old. I haven’t seen one
guy who’d be my type yet’. He moved along in the
line as he texted.

‘You’re not up for a ‘daddy’ then? ;p’

‘So not funny.’

“
Lucifer?” asked a male voice, and Luci realized
that the person he’d been
standing behind was gone. He was in front of the
table.

He looked up from his phone and froze.

Time stopped.

Hell froze over.

Pigs flew
.

Mr. George Harlow sat in front of him in all of his
repulsive self.

Every memory he’d buried years ago resurfaced like
corpses crawling out of graves in the backyard of his mind. And
they were out to get him.

“
I
… No,”
it came out shaky, but all he cared about was leaving, so he
stuffed his phone in his pocket and turned around as if he were on
auto-pilot. This could not be happening.

People seemed to get in his way, mindless like
driftwood, as he followed the only way outside he knew. There was
bound to be enough air in the parking lot to stop his head from
spinning. He stumbled into someone but just kept on going, uncaring
what that person thought of him. He needed out
so Mr. Harlow wouldn’t be able to follow
him.

He wanted to vomit at the sound of that soft voice
saying his name.

Go on, Lucifer, you have to take all of it off.

Lucifer, stand still.

He didn’t want to ever see this man again. What was
he doing here of all places? What was he doing working with
adults?

Luci’s heartbeat was so quick and sharp he even felt
his pulse in his gums. He froze when a hot hand fell to his
shoulder, gently tickling the back of his neck. “Lucifer.”

He turned around as fast as humanly possible, just
to have the hand off. “What is it?” he snapped at the man in front
of him. Mr. Harlow looked as innocent as a forty-something school
teacher would. Thinning blond hair, glasses, a round nose and
inquisitive eyes. All too inquisitive for Lucifer’s liking.

He sighed and crooked his head with a smile Luci
knew all too well, the smile of a hungry pig. “You haven’t changed
much. You still look fifteen.”