he was going to be sick.
“When did you get home?” asked the woman, scrunching at her hair with one hand. Her face was shiny like she had scrubbed it hard, but Crane could see red marks where the blindfold had been. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Just now, Mum,” replied Max, leaning back against Crane. “I came straight to the backyard. I didn’t think anyone was home.”
“You know how your stepfather doesn’t like it when you show up unannounced,” she said and fixed her dark eyes on Crane. “Who’s that with you, Pumpkin?”
Pumpkin. Crane felt a brittle, crazed grin crease his cheeks. Hello, Mrs. Ouimet, how was your evening? Did you enjoy taking it up the ass?
“This is Dennis. He and I were playing soccer down at the park, and we got hot, so we figured we’d come cool down a bit. I’m sorry I didn’t call first. I hope Marc won’t be too pissed at me.” Perfect, polite, contrite son. Darling little Pumpkin who gives the sweetest blowjobs.
Crane smiled like his life depended on it as the woman gave him a quick once-over, seemingly unfazed by the fact that her naked son was sitting on a strange man’s lap in her pool. “Hello, Dennis.”
“Hello, Mrs. Ouimet,” he replied in a strange, hoarse voice. There was a laugh caught in his throat, and he could barely talk around it. Don’t think about the German shepherd. “Nice to meet you.”
The woman nodded dismissively, then shook her head at her son. “Pumpkin, you do like them older, don’t you?”
Max gave a little flustered-sounding chuckle—beneath the water, his butt cheeks squeezed Crane’s cock. “God, don’t embarrass me, Mum. Please?”
Mrs. Ouimet laughed and flapped a hand at them. “Okay, okay… I’m off to bed. Are you staying the night? I’ll go make sure there’s a box of condoms in your room.” She walked away, and Crane finally let his smile drop.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Max.” He shoved Max off his lap and stood, annoyed that his dick was stiff against the heavy wetness of his shorts. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“What?” Max said, paddling around on his back in the water as he watched Crane get dressed.
“I don’t know what kind of…” Crane ground his teeth together hard as he zipped up his pants. “You lied to me. You… This was all sorts of fucked-up. I don’t even…”
“What? My mom used to be a porn star. It’s cool. And besides, it’s not like I was the one watching her get plowed by the help… You loved it. I can still taste your cum.”
“Fuck.” He sent one of his shoes flying in his haste, and it landed in the pool. Max swam up to it and held it aloft, handing it over to Crane. After jamming the wet shoe on over his sock, Crane took a few steps back from the edge, glaring at Max. “Stay away from me.”
“Why?”
“You’re sick, Max. You lie and you’re sick… sick in the head.”
“Listen—” Max pushed himself up on his hands and put a knee up on the edge of the pool to climb out. He stood, crossing his arms. Crane saw his cock drip water between his feet. “I didn’t lie to you once tonight. Well…” He smirked, but his eyes were cold. “Maybe I was joking about the dog. But other than that…” Max shrugged.
“You could have said that was your mother.”
“Hey, you came out here tonight hoping to see something violent. Something illegal. Something amoral.” Max tilted his head, appraising Crane coldly. “Who’s the sick one?”
“That’s not the same,” growled Crane, angrily slicing the air in front of him with one hand. “I don’t know what the hell kind of shit you’re trying to pull but… Stay. Away. I don’t want to see you anywhere near my office again.”
“That is absolute bullshit and you know it.”
“I hope you can find the help you need one day.” Crane took another step back, wondering which way was the way out. His heart was thudding in his chest so hard he could hear it.
“You can’t wait until the next time I wrap my lips around that beautiful cock of yours.” Max wrinkled his brow and then took a step forward. “Stay the night.”
“What?” Crane was incredulous. “No, that’s it…” He spun around and stalked off in the direction of the house, hoping there was some way around it. Google Maps would lead him back to his bike. He’d go home and take a long, long shower and rinse away all the filth…
Max didn’t try