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“So you’re blaming me for your lack of control?”
“Yes… No… Yes.”
Giancarlo shook his head and turned away from me, heading toward the steps. I ran after him, determined to make him at least pay me something for the morning. He rubbed at his stomach with each step.
“I’m not going to complain about waking up to cock, but we didn’t establish anything beforehand. Maybe— Ugh, fuck.” Giancarlo bent over and clutched his stomach at the top of the stairs.
I raced up the rest of the way and went to his side. “What’s wrong?”
Giancarlo opened his mouth but said nothing as he scrambled for his bedroom door. He ran to his bathroom and crashed to the ground with the toilet bowl in his arms as he vomited.
Goosebumps broke out over my arms and legs. I swallowed back the bile that threatened to come up. Giancarlo heaved, and I covered my mouth. I didn’t know I had issues with other people puking until now.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just peachy. I’m catching up with my best friend, the goddamn toilet.” Giancarlo’s back arched as he threw up more. “Fuck, kid, what did you do to me?”
I shook my head as fear settled in the pit of my stomach. “I didn’t—”
“I’m going to fucking kill him if I don’t die here.”
My feet couldn’t carry me fast enough as I ran down the stairs. I grabbed two water bottles and took two steps at a time, making my way back to Giancarlo’s side. I held out a bottle of water just as Giancarlo stood and wiped at his mouth.
He grabbed it and groaned as he leaned over the sink. As he brushed his teeth, a visible shudder racked down his body.
“What the fuck did you do to that lobster?”
My face grew hot. “I followed the instructions.”
Giancarlo spat into the sink and stood up, his face paler than normal. “You sure you didn’t boil it in sewage water?”
“You said you liked it.”
Giancarlo nodded and headed toward the shower. I raced around him and turned it on. I grabbed his arm and led him back to the sink.
“Just wait for the water to get warm.”
Giancarlo pointed to a machine on the wall near the shower. “Put the towels in there.”
I grabbed one from the closet, but he shook his head and held up two fingers. I didn’t argue as I went back for another.
“You smell like sweat and sex.” He grinned. “Which is great, but if I’m doing anything besides spreading my legs for you, we have to take a shower.”
How in the world does he say stuff like that with a straight face?My cheeks felt on fire, and I wasn’t the one who’d said it. I checked the shower, and the water was at a good temp.
I helped Giancarlo onto the shower bench on the back wall. He plopped down with his legs spread. My gaze was instantly drawn to his body, and I licked my lips, taking in every inch. There were four red lines down his chest and torso.
Fuck, did I do that?My cock twitched at the thought.
The multitude of scars, the etched muscles, even his happy trail made me stare intently. His cock had been in my mouth the night before. I salivated at the thought of doing it again.
“A gust of wind could get you hard,” Giancarlo said, reaching over to stroke my cock.
“No, it couldn’t.” I’d been perfectly fine until I met Giancarlo.
He pointed to my hard length in his hand, and I looked away. It was impossible not to get turned on all the time when Giancarlo was a walking sex god.
“Leave it be. You’re not feeling good.”
