His Favorite Color is Blood - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker dark romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 8) (7 page)

“I should probably say that I’m
sorry I’m a burden, but I’m not. I’m only sorry that I can’t give you what you
want.”

But everything Grim wanted was in
the way Andrey wrapped his arms around his neck. It became hard to breathe with
the object of his fantasies naked and so close to him.

“What do you think I want?” asked
Grim, cradling Andrey’s head against his arm. He leaned forward and kissed the tip
of his nose. Andrey was so fragile, so innocent in the way he looked at Grim.
No amount of porn vids could take that away from him. He needed all of Grim’s
help and protection.

“I think you want parts of me I’m
not ready to give,” Andrey whispered.

Grim exhaled and in the slowest
motion he could muster, he moved his hand lower, all the way to the wet stumps.
He kept his eyes on Andrey’s and listened to his breathing. His body reacted
immediately, pumping his blood full of testosterone as he traced the scars with
his fingertips. “Is this what you mean?”

Andrey’s face flushed, and the
moment was broken. He grabbed Grim’s wrist and whimpered. “Don’t touch them. We
should be going.”

“What can I touch?” asked Grim,
nuzzling Andrey’s nose as he reluctantly let go of the stump.

It took Andrey a long time to
answer, and that at least was something, because Grim half-expected hearing
that there was not an inch of Andrey’s skin that would be available to him. “My
hands. You can touch my hands.” The words felt like something reluctantly
pulled out of a well where people drowned things that they never wanted to see
again.

Grim smiled, even though he
wasn’t too pleased with that answer. This would be way more work than he had originally
anticipated. He was ready to help Andrey with any trouble that might arise
because of his disability or because of his status, but the constant rejection
of physical touch was sending Grim’s mind into a frenzy. Still, this was better
than nothing, so he licked up both of Andrey’s hands and put them to his lips.
They were so pale and pampered he almost sucked on one of the long fingers from
the sheer excitement of it. “What about your face? I think it’s really
handsome.”

“I’m giving you a finger, and you
instantly want the whole hand. No. I want to start moving, and by that I don’t
mean that I want to writhe under you on the bed.” Sadly, that was exactly the
image Andrey’s words brought up in Grim’s mind. Both of them naked and sweaty,
Andrey pulling his legs up to his chest so Grim could lick the stump while he
fucked him. In Grim’s daydreams, Andrey had always been able to take his big
dick.

Grim let out a groan of
frustration. “You just let me touch your face. Why are you so inconsistent?”

“I didn’t ‘let’ you touch my
face. You just did it.”

“You didn’t tell me to stop.”
Grim rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed with gloomy thoughts clouding
his brain. “You let me do something and then ban me from doing it again. Just
like you did last night.”

Andrey squinted at him. “My body
is not a computer game. You don’t get to unlock achievements.”

Grim rolled his eyes and got up.
“Isn’t that exactly how the whole touching thing works for people?”

Andrey cocked his head to the
side and pulled on his shorts over bare skin. “For people? As opposed to
you
?”

Grim’s eyes trailed to the stumps
sticking out from underneath the shorts. It was almost as if Andrey were
teasing him. “Didn’t we establish yesterday that I’m greedy?” he said,
remembering the way Andrey’s cock felt in his mouth, growing harder until it
shot cum deep into Grim’s throat.

Those words elicited a smirk,
even if Andrey quickly hid it while pulling on his tank top. “Yeah, that was
quite good,” he mumbled to Grim’s satisfaction.

Grim swallowed hard. “Yes. It was
fucking hot,” he said with hope growing in his chest.

Andrey held out his arms to Grim
once he was dressed. “Doesn’t mean I want to do it again. I’m done with the
whole sex thing for now.”

Grim gritted his teeth and
nodded. “Fine,” he muttered. He was trying to understand Andrey’s perspective,
he really was, but those stumps and the pretty lips were mocking him. Maybe all
Andrey needed was to feel a bit safer. Without the constant threat of unwanted
sex from an ugly guy like Gary, he was bound to want some closeness eventually,
and Grim would be there to provide it.

That didn’t mean Grim would be
giving up on his prize any time soon.

Chapter 6 - Grim

If Grim wasn’t allowed any sexual
touch, he’d at least get his fill of Andrey with casual contact. Given that, he
was torn about the issue of the wheelchair as he carried Andrey toward the
store with mobility products. Sure, he wanted to please Andrey with gifts, earn
himself more favors, but on the other hand, once they made the purchase, Andrey
wouldn’t need to be carried anymore, and he wouldn’t hold out his arms to Grim
so helplessly. Grim loved when Andrey did that in the tub. Seeing him so
vulnerable was a major turn-on.

Andrey wasn’t light, but Grim
didn’t mind as long as Andrey had his arms wrapped around Grim’s neck and curled
up so close that his breath tickled Grim’s skin. If only Grim could have his
way, he’d take him back to a hotel and fuck all night. He could then go for a
walk with Andrey piggybacking, and those delicious stumps would be digging into
Grim’s thighs. He knew that with the right attitude, he’d get there eventually,
but Andrey needed to learn to trust him first.

The store was quite large, and
from the first step inside, Grim exhaled, watching the wide variety of products
on sale. And there weren’t even that many people here at the moment. Spacious
and airy, this shop definitely deserved a spot on Grim’s list of places he
liked popping into while on the road. Whenever he experienced a pressing need
to get his kicks, hospitals and centers where disabled people played sports
were among Grim’s favorite places to visit. He especially liked wheelchair
basketball. The sport itself was interesting to watch, but throughout the years,
he had also met interesting people and even hooked up with some of them. Sadly,
most of them weren’t amputees, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

A sales assistant approached them
in a matter of seconds, and as soon as he was told Andrey needed a wheelchair,
the salesperson brought over one that he could use during shopping.

“Grim?” Andrey asked, and his
deep, ragged breaths came to Grim’s attention. “Can I borrow your hoodie? There
are cameras everywhere. I’m freaking out.”

Grim looked around, surprised,
but he was already pulling off his cut to reach the hoodie underneath and
accommodate Andrey’s needs. There was nothing more beautiful than a broken bird
tweeting in desperation. Asking for Grim’s cock, then writhing under him as
Grim sucked on the smooth scar tissue.

“Sure. Whatever you need,” he
said and took Andrey’s arm, guiding it into the first sleeve.

Grim’s cock twitched when Andrey
looked up at him with that distressed look on his face. “I’m sorry, I just …
There’s all these people here, they all have phones, every phone has a camera,
and you don’t know what some of the men at the base are capable of. Gary was
nothing
in comparison. They’re sick fucks, and they can track their victims, override
cameras, gather data. I don’t want to be found.”

Grim exhaled and put Andrey’s
other arm into the sleeve before pulling the hood over his head. The poor guy
was really scared, and it was up to Grim to provide some relief. “Tell you what
... if I see anyone filming you with their phone, I’m gonna crush it.”

Andrey stalled. “You’d do that
for me? You could get in trouble …”

Grim laughed and squatted in
front of Andrey. “I won’t.”

“You can also touch my wrists,” Andrey
said, and all of a sudden, all Grim wanted was to lick the sensitive skin over
the blue veins. He massaged them with his thumbs instead, staring into Andrey’s
eyes intently, overwhelmed by his sheer presence. This boy, who used to always
greet Grim with a smile from the computer screen, was now looking at him only.

“That’s not why I’m helping you.”

“I know. I mean … I think.”

Grim smiled and kissed Andrey’s
wrist briefly before getting back to his feet as the sales assistant approached
them again. They went on to choose a wheelchair, but Grim got worried when
Andrey’s choices turned out to be very budget-conscious. He couldn’t have the
bird struggling with discomfort all the time, simply because he had no money to
spend. That was where Grim was to come in. He wanted Andrey to have the best,
most comfortable wheelchair they could purchase on the spot, and his savings
would be more than enough. He was a Nomad who did lucrative jobs for the Coffin
Nails but didn’t have much to spend his money on. This was exactly the time to
splash out, so he encouraged Andrey to choose whatever he liked and assured him
that it really wasn’t a problem. Once encouraged, the saleswoman came up with
new options they could take into account.

Watching Andrey try out different
wheelchairs while wearing Grim’s hoodie was both arousing and heart melting.
He’d seen so many videos of Andrey that he could easily imagine the lean
muscles in Andrey’s arms flexing when he transferred from a bench to yet
another wheelchair.

He couldn’t wait to see the
happiness in Andrey’s eyes when he could freely move again in a wheelchair that
would be much better than the piece of crap he’d used back at the compound.
There had been times in Grim’s life when he couldn’t have helped a person with
mobility needs, no matter how much he wished to, but now that he had this boy
at his side, he’d spare no expense to make his life brighter. It made him feel
truly useful, a real protector in every sense of the word.

With some help from the saleswoman,
Andrey chose a sleek black wheelchair and gloves to go with it, as he preferred
one he could push himself instead of an electric one. Upon Grim’s insistence,
they also purchased a comfortable cushion, a cupholder, and a bag.

Despite Grim’s misgivings about
losing the chance to carry Andrey, he was proud when they left the shop. And
since he always carried a bundle of cash on him, none of their shopping was out
of his range.

“This is … It moves so smoothly.”
Andrey wheeled his chair out of the store, looking back at Grim every now and
then as they moved through the parking lot toward the small single-level mall a
few rows of parked cars away. “It will take some time until I can repay you.
I’m good with computers, but those fuckers can track everything anywhere. It’s
not safe for me to be online. But I’ll think of something.”

Grim’s chest filled with pride.
Pampering was something he’d always wanted to do for Coy. It’d been ages, and
he still lived with the guilt of not being able to provide the help that Coy had
needed. “No way. It’s a gift. You need those things, and all I need is some
company.”

“Because you travel a lot on your
own?” Andrey turned around in the wheelchair and started rolling it backward,
making Grim’s heart freeze for a moment. What if Andrey fell and hurt himself?

“I—yeah. I’m a Nomad. Do you know
what that means?” he asked, watching Andrey’s stumps where they stuck out of
the shorts.

Andrey shook his head but then
looked over his shoulder. “Because I’m guessing it doesn’t mean you live in a
forest, forage for food, and move south for the winter?”

Grim laughed, watching Andrey
experiment. He couldn’t wait to see him move around freely, something that he hadn’t
been allowed to do for such a long time. It only then occurred to him that he
was the only one to meet the real Andrey, a man of flesh and blood, who had a
sense of humor and could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. Andrey was like
this only with him, and everyone else—Gary, the men at the compound, and the
other viewers—could all go fuck themselves. Grim only needed to know Andrey’s
real name to complete the picture. It was an itch he couldn’t scratch.

 “Nah. That’s when a member of
the motorcycle club doesn’t belong anywhere and travels unless he is called
over for business.”

When they finally reached the
long wall of the mall, Andrey turned his wheelchair and circled Grim like an
excitable baby shark. “You should have a travel blog.”

Grim laughed, his eyes following
the handsome face. “It would be called
Bloody Trail Through America
.”

And for the first time since Grim
found Andrey under that desk, Andrey laughed loudly. The sound was as sincere
as it was sometimes in Andrey’s more personal videos. “Too bad you didn’t take
Gary’s photo for your blog.”

Grim exhaled, mesmerized. That
was it. He would marry Andrey. He was pure perfection, even if he wasn’t
willing to put out yet. “Damn shame. Maybe I could do a drawing instead.”

“I draw,” Andrey said, and Grim
stopped in his tracks. He’d watched every single video he could get his hands
on, and he’d never known this. This was so amazing he forgot to breathe.

“What do you draw?” he asked and
walked next to Andrey’s wheelchair for several moments as they slowly
approached the entrance. There was sweat beading on his back as he reached out for
Andrey’s hand, for a moment forgetting the bird needed it to move around.

Andrey went silent and looked
toward the mall, so Grim couldn’t see his face. “Nothing worth keeping. Things
Gary would never let me show anyone.”

“We should go to the art store
too then,” said Grim quickly and put his palm on Andrey’s shoulder. That still
counted as “hand,” didn’t it?

Andrey looked up at him with half
his face hidden in the shadow of the hood but didn’t shrug Grim’s hand off. “I
really don’t want to thin out that wad of cash in your pocket too much.”

Grim smirked. “You don’t think
that’s all I have, do you?”

Andrey pushed Grim’s hip.
“Show-off.” He stopped rolling the wheelchair forward, freezing with his hands
raised. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you. Sorry.”

Grim raised an eyebrow at him.
“As long as you don’t try to bleed me with a fork, we’re good.”

Andrey took a deep breath and
stopped close to the revolving doors leading into the mall. “Okay. I don’t want
you to be angry with me. I’m still overwhelmed.”

Grim swallowed and arranged his
hair when he spotted his reflection in the window. “You don’t have to worry
about that. You’re not my prisoner, and I would never hurt someone like you in
any way.”

“What if your club told you to?”
Andrey looked up into a camera over the door and quickly pulled the hood
farther over his head.

Grim’s gut tightened with anger
at the thought of his club turning their backs on him. “Why would they? Do I
need to know something?”

“If those people from the
compound found out I’m alive, that I travel with a member of the Coffin Nails,
they’d want to get to me. They could blackmail your club, kidnap their family
members … and you’d have to give me back to them.” Every word was quieter than
the last, and the paranoia in the convoluted threat was making Grim want to hug
Andrey.

But he couldn’t do that here, so
instead he stopped the wheelchair, propped his hands on the armrests, and
looked straight into Andrey’s eyes. “They would not do that, because if I tell
them that you’re mine, they’re gonna stand by me.” He took a deep breath,
remembering things he wanted to forget. The betrayal of people he trusted and
losing the one person who mattered the most. But his new family, the Coffin
Nails, would never do that to him. “No one could make me give up on you. You
are my responsibility, and if I’m ever gonna leave you, it’s gonna be because
of a bullet in my heart. Do you understand me?”

Andrey’s pupils went a bit wider.
“Why do you care so much?” he whispered. “I’m just a webcam guy you liked.”

Grim took a deep breath and
looked away from the inquisitive gaze. He would not let a broken, helpless bird
die in his hands ever again. “I need you, okay? I just do.”

Andrey nodded, never breaking eye
contact, and leaned forward in the wheelchair, making Grim’s heart flutter in
anticipation of a kiss he was sure wouldn’t come. But then Andrey’s sweet, hot
lips were on his, and it was better than any hardcore porn vid could ever be.
This was for him only. He moaned into the kiss, his thoughts drawn to the
stumps that were so close to his knees, bare for anyone to see where they
peeked out from the shorts. He wanted to pull off his shirt and cover them,
keep them for his own pleasure.

Then, through the haze of
pleasure and the sound of conversations and annoying music, a loud voice cut
through Grim’s mind with a word that he knew all too well.

“Gross!”

Grim pulled away and looked into
Andrey’s eyes, at his pretty, plump lips. The bird deserved better than being a
victim of hate speech on his first day out of the damn cell of a room. His eyes
moved up, to the door, where a man with a fat blond beard met his eyes while
talking to a woman. “What? Am I supposed to ignore this because one of them is
in a wheelchair? Soon enough, you’re gonna be sorry more people weren’t
speaking up when fags get all those privileges they hadn’t earned!”

Grim’s blood simmered, but he
clenched his teeth and briefly smiled at Andrey in hope of making him feel
better. The man had other ideas.

“What, big guy? You wanna say
something to me? I bet you got yourself a wheelchair fag so that he’s at the
right height,” the man said and spread his arms.

Grim watched him with a steady
face. The damn breeder felt invincible with all the cameras around and a
security guard lazily watching the scene from a few yards away.