neighbour. Something… wrong, but so right.
Blink. This time Tom Sizemore and Tommy Lee Jones were walking down a long hallway in a jail, talking about assholes from Texas. He chuckled. Max held the little vaporizer to Crane’s lips. There was no spit left in his mouth. Then he was drinking champagne.
Blink. Crane was laughing so hard his sides hurt, but he couldn’t remember why. Max sat smiling at him, his eyes so dark they reminded him of something he should have been scared of, but couldn’t remember. He kept laughing.
Blink. Kneeling over the toilet. Puking. Max was there rubbing his back. It’s all right. It’s all right. Back into the living room. Porn was playing on the television. A skinny redheaded woman on her back, squealing and moaning as a man with a huge cock fucked her shaved pussy hard enough that her abdomen bulged. Her face was bright red where he had slapped it. She was crying. Crane thought it looked too real. His hand was in Max’s. Max brought Crane’s hand to his thigh, right below the hem of the black dress.
“I’m not doing that,” Crane said, pulling his hand away. Max didn’t reply. Had he said it out loud? He watched the man on the television bend the woman almost in two. He had his hand around her throat.
“Eddie says I have to wait for your permission,” Max said, sliding a finger between Crane’s shirt buttons. Crane had a raging erection. It was almost painful. It felt like he’d been hard for hours.
“Permission?” Crane grabbed Max’s hand and pushed it into his crotch. “You have my permission.”
Obediently, Max undid Crane’s fly and reached in to grasp him. Crane growled between clenched teeth. Max moved his mouth close to his ear.
“Darling, I don’t need your permission to touch you,” he murmured. “Every time you look at me, it’s permission. You can’t get enough of me.” He laughed and squeezed Crane’s cock. “But that’s not what I need your permission for… You said you wanted to know what it was like to have power over life and death. All you have to do is say yessss…” His fingers stroked and fondled Crane’s cock, slow and teasing.
Crane had no idea what Max was talking about, but if it got him to put his mouth on his dick… Wrapping his hand around the back of Max’s neck, he forced Max’s face down towards his lap.
Max nuzzled at his cockhead with his nose. “Say yes, and I’ll take care of it for you.”
Warning bells rang in Crane’s head, but he was too stoned and too horny to figure it out now. He’d deal with whatever Max was going on about later when he had a clear head. “Suck my cock, Max,” he ordered him.
“Only if you say yes.”
“Yes. Okay, yes! Now open up,” Crane said, exasperated.
However, Max wiggled out of his grasp and pushed himself off the couch, his smile mocking. “Come and get me,” Max taunted, walking backwards. “Come on, Doc. If you want me to take care of your dick, come get me.”
Annoyed, Crane sat up. Max turned around and tugged the dress a little lower, showing the white moons of his ass and the lacy black material wedged between them. In the background, the woman on the TV was begging the man to stop hurting her. Lurching to his feet, Crane grabbed for Max, but the younger man was too quick.
“Come on, Doc,” laughed Max, running for the stairs. “Catch me if you can.”
Crane took the steps two at a time after Max and stumbled on the landing. Panting, he watched Max dart into the master bedroom and followed him in.
“I bet your wife loves it when you put that big cock of yours to work. All squealing and squirming… ‘Oh Dennis! Fuck me harder! Oh yeah, oh yeah! Fuck me harder!’” moaned Max, kneeling up on the bed. “Oh, you’re so big, Dennis!” He had one hand up the front of the black dress. Crane could see it moving beneath the sparkly material.
“Or is she a real starfish? Lying there, eyes closed, waiting for you to shoot your load while she goes over the grocery list in her head? Hm?”
Crane clenched his jaw. “Shut the hell up about Mary.” Getting stoned had been a grave mistake. Max was running the show—every emotion Crane felt was bloated and polluted and terrifyingly out of his control.
“Oh I see…” Max chuckled. “Poor Dr. Crane… aww… When was the last time you