Page 2 of Bound By Ink

“Fuck, that’s it. Fucking take it all.” His face turns red before I sag back on the table and relax my grip in his hair. He pops off my dick and flops onto his ass, panting, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. I take a deep breath and blow it out before reaching down and tucking my dick and balls away.

He stares up at me, panting, with a bewildered look on his face. I lean down, offering him my hand, and he gives me a slight grin before reaching up and letting me pull him to his feet. I slide my thumb over the corner of his mouth, wiping away the dribble of cum seeping out and bringing it to my lips. His nostrils flare, and he grins at me.

“Now, that was fun. You can tell all your friends you lasted longer in a room with me than my opponent did.” He gives me an awkward chuckle. I turn my back and stuff my clothes into my bag. I’ll change when I get home. I toss my bag over my shoulder and turn to face him. He’s still panting, his eyes glazed over. As I step past him, I toss him a smirk and a wink. I leave the door open before striding down the corridor.

At least tonight wasn’t a total bust. I got my dick sucked, and while it wasn’t great, a nut’s a nut, right? If it’s not at my own hands, it’s a bonus. I stop by the event organiser and collect my fee, wearing a smug grin as he shakes his head, handing me the wad of cash. After stuffing it into the top of my bag, I stroll out and into thecold night air. I sigh, glad I came in the car tonight and not on the bike. Driving in compression shorts is awkward enough, but my nuts would hate me if I rode in them. I throw my bag in the back and slide into the driver’s seat, lifting my ass and adjusting my dick before making the uncomfortable drive home.

Killian

Chapter 2

Rain pounds on the skylight and slams against the big front window of the shop. Misty grey, miserable weather tries to crash its way inside. The buzz of my tattoo machine drowns out the dull hum of the radio. My client is an old-timer who’s been coming to me for a while. I’m just adding the finishing touches to the gamer sleeve he’s commissioned. All bright colours and retro-gaming characters. It’s not really my aesthetic, but I have to admit, I can see the beauty in it; it looks stunning. I wipe his arm down for the last time before snapping my gloves off and tossing them in the bin.

“There you go, mate, have a look in the mirror, and I’ll get ya’ wrapped up.” He climbs off the chair, stretching out his limbs. We’ve been at it for hours, and he wanders over to the full-length mirror.

“Fucking hell, Killian. Damn, man, you’re talented.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

I chuckle as he twists and turns, rotating his arm in all manner of weird angles to see every millimetre of detail. I take out my phone and step over to him, taking pictures and videos of the piece. The door pushes open,and the buzzer sounds. I groan. I’m supposed to be closing in half an hour.

“Bloody hell, it’s mental out there.”

The familiar voice fills the room. I smirk without looking up as I take the photos. “What ya’ doing here, Nerd?”

“Can I have a lift home?” It’s not really a question; it never is with him.

“Magic word?” I can hear him roll his eyes. He shakes off his coat and hangs it up, tossing his messenger bag onto the side of the sofa and taking a seat, wrapping himself up in the cushions.

“Pleeeeeeese.” He over exaggerates. Scott, my best mate’s little brother. He’s twelve years younger than us and a total pain in the ass. A proper nerd, if ever there was one. His dark brown hair is slicked to his head from the rain, and the curls at the ends have drops of water clinging to the strands. Those thick, long lashes surrounding his big hazel eyes have always been my downfall. His thick-rimmed black glasses frame them so perfectly, and those dimples, I’d burn the world for those dimples. They make him look so innocent; they create an unassuming persona, but with me, he’s a cheeky fucker.

Me and his brother Steven met at secondary school and soon became best mates. It was the first time the bullies thought twice about coming after me. I’d been a loner until that point, making me an easy target. Our parents became friends shortly after. Their mum was pregnant with Scott at the time. We used to spend loads of time together. Steven even tried to come to the gym with me a few times, but it wasn’t for him. It didn’t deter me, though. It was the only time we were ever apart. Wealways had sleepovers and days out. Back when we were happy. Back before it all went to shit.

Their parents died in a car crash when we were twenty, and Scott was eight. After the crash, Mum took Scott in, while Steven stayed in their family home. We were both working here then. Steven’s a tattooist, too, a really talented one. But since their parents died, he’s lost all his ambition. We were gonna take over the world together; we had big plans. Open our own shop, tour the world tattooing, attending conventions, and living the best life we could imagine. We were young and had the world at our feet. Then one day, they were gone, and so were our dreams. Now Steven lives mainly off his parents’ life insurance, only working a little when he can be bothered for extra cash.

We started an apprenticeship straight out of school, and I’ve never looked back. Tattooing gave me a career. Fighting gave me the money to buy the shop for myself when David, our boss and mentor, retired. I was twenty-six. Longing to build something special to be successful.

I wanted to give back to my mum, needed to make her proud. She gave up so much to bring me up on her own and then took Scott on, too. She never moaned. She worked two jobs to provide for us. I craved a life that was easier for her. I wanted to give her a secure future. So, I grafted, bought the shop over the next year, taking on any fights I could. Jerry would bet on me to make more money. And soon, I had more than enough. The shop was mine. I rebranded, redecorated and built something I’m proud of. I make good money and look after Mum. She still works part-time because she would“go batshit crazy if she didn’t work,”according to her. But now she doesn’t have to.

When Scott came to live with us, I went from being an only child to having an annoying eight-year-old almost-brother overnight. He followed me everywhere. I couldn’t even go for a shit without that little face trying to peer through the crack in the door. Now I know he was worried I would disappear, too. It’s why I didn’t leave home sooner; I couldn’t bear to put him through that.

Steven changed so much after his parents’ death, becoming withdrawn, pushing me and Scott away, but I couldn’t bear to allow it so I pushed back and stuck around.

Two years ago, Scott moved in with Steven, and I decided it was time to venture out on my own. In all honesty, I didn’t want to leave Mum on her own with a teenager. When I bought the tattoo shop, I started doing up the upstairs flat to eventually live in. When Scott decided to go back to the family home, I moved out, too. I still see him all the time, though.

I smile at the memories as I walk over to my station, washing my hands and wrapping my client’s arm. “Remember your aftercare,” I give him a pointed look, “and any problems, give me a ring, okay?”

“Thanks, man.” I follow him to the door and lock it behind him.

“Wanna go for dinner?” Scott’s staring at his phone as he speaks. But his smirk tells me everything.

“I suppose you’re expecting me to pay, are you, Nerd?”

He flips me off but keeps his nose buried in his phone, his grin evident; he’s at uni, so he’s not loaded. He’s been sensible with his insurance money, putting itaway for his future, which also means I pick up the tab way more than I should. But he’s kinda family.

“Fine, but you pay next time.” I’m a fucking soft touch when it comes to him, and he knows it.

He smiles at me and walks over to me. “Can we go to that Chinese place. You know, the one I love?”

“Seriously? We’re going for food, not a fucking date.” I snatch my arm out, grabbing him around his neck and pulling him into my chest, scrubbing my knuckles on top of his head, messing up his hair.