Page 17 of Twisted Heathens
I’ve got to fucking die.
Six
Phoenix
Kiss by Lil Peep
I ram my cock deep into his throat, eyes rolling back with pleasure. Tyler always takes it deep. Almost makes his unbearable personality worth it. Almost. Grasping his hair, I thrust faster. Harder. Rougher. Pouring all my frustration and arousal into the movements. He continues without complaint. Not even a bat of the eye.
That’s the thing about fucking guys.
It’s so much simpler. Less hassle.
There’s one girl that has caught my attention. One particular beauty with enough sass and ferocity to intrigue even me. Being bisexual isn’t always linear. It’s not equal. I just go where the wind takes me and don’t pay much attention. But lately? Nothing’s gotten me even remotely hard. Screwing Tyler is just a means to an end, releasing my manic energy before it destroys me.
I’ve been all worked up since she drew blood yesterday, owning Rio’s ass without stopping for a breath. Months of boredom ended in that moment. All I wanted to do was lean in and lick the blood from her bruised knuckles. Then fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.
Groaning, I dump my load in Tyler’s throat. He slows, obediently swallowing. Dammit, just imagine Brooklyn on her knees down there. Pert lips wrapped around my shaft, my hand fisted in her long hair. I’d love to tie her up. Make her submit to me, knowing the fierce woman that lies beneath the surface. That’ll make it even sweeter.
“Nix?”
Tyler’s staring up at me expectantly, but all I feel is revulsion. Why am I such an asshole? Using people isn’t cool. I know that, yet I can’t seem to help myself.
“Yeah, thanks.”
I zip my ripped black jeans, turning my back to him.
“That’s it?”
“What else do you want from me?”
Tyler grabs my shoulders and shouts in my face. “I want you to fucking care. To act like you actually give a shit about me for once.”
Not likely. Feelings aren’t really my jam.
“It’s not going to happen. You know we’re not about that,” I reply emotionlessly. “We agreed on no strings attached.”
Tears fill his eyes. Jeez, great. Another meltdown.
“You’re a bastard, you know that?”
I shrug, smirking. “Yep, I’m aware.”
“Goddamn junkie, that’s what you are. A screwed up, unstable addict. I’m just another fix to you, right? You can’t get any precious drugs to kill yourself with so you fuck with people instead.”
Tyler turns to leave, angrily wiping the moisture from his red face. I can’t find it in myself to care. Not really. I’m aware of how shitty that is. But truthfully, he means nothing to me. This is all superficial. Yep, I’m a fucking junkie. He got that right.
Addicted to ruining others for my own amusement.
“I’m done, Nix. You’ve pushed me for the last time.”
I gesture to the door. “Fine, fuck off then. Don’t come back.”
His jaw drops, hands balled into fists. “How can you treat me like this?”
Do I really have to humiliate him further? I clasp his face, tilting it up to assert my dominance. The sight of fear and shame swirling in his eyes makes me smile. That’s right, I hope it fucking hurts. This is the real me. Beneath the smiles and banter, there’s something a hell of a lot darker. I’m good at playing the joker and cracking wise. But in private? Not so much.
“Listen up, Tyler. You’re nothing more than a piece of ass to me. You got that? As of right now, you have outlived your purpose. I’m bored. So, when I tell you to leave,” I bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, “I fucking mean it.”