Page 42 of Demons Dig Donuts

A few quick puffs.

Then a few more.

The claws of his anxiety receded.

The pain remained, but he could pant through it. He could handle this as long as he kept breathing. He would survive this like he had everything else, one defiant breath at a time.

Then, like nothing had ever happened, it was gone.

The pain vanished.

What the fuck?

Indy stared up at Mr. Heiss, confused and fighting through the lingering trembles in his limbs. He had no idea what had just happened or why, and he realized he probably needed to explain himself to Mr. Heiss.

“Panic attack,” he mumbled, hoping he sounded shaken enough for that excuse to be believable. “I’m all right now.”

“Keep breathing.”

Indy sighed and took another deep breath. “On it.”

“Good.” Mr Heiss nodded.

Indy was weirdly disappointed in himself for expecting boy to be attached to that bit of praise. He moved his hand from Mr. Heiss’s arm to curl around his wrist with a similar touch, firm but not aggressive. “Do you know what’s really calming? Talking.”

“About what?”

“About anything. Like, how this is the world’s longest elevator ride. And speaking of long, how long did it take your dick to heal from all those piercings? When you’re soft, can you shake your junk and make them jingle? What about—”

“You are a witness to the murder of Mr. Kalt,” Mr. Heiss calmly cut in. “We are going to meet with the rest of the Mostro family to settle his final affairs. Yes, I am going to take you to get the shit you need. Yes, I understand the state of your caboose is very important.” He tilted his head. “Anything else? Or would you like to panic again?”

Yes, good that Mr. Heiss believed it was a panic attack.

But also bad because wow, what a fucking dick.

Indy glared. “Any special reason you didn’t just tell me all of that before?”

Mr. Heiss smirked, and his eyes glowed brighter. “Maybe I enjoyed watching you squirm, little flesh bag.”

“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” Indy purred as he fearlessly pressed forward, forcing Mr. Heiss to tighten his grip to keep him at bay. “Is that what you like? Want to see me wiggle around for you?”

Mr. Heiss growled.

Indy recognized it as a lustful sound, and he grinned as heat surged through his body right down to his cock. He let his eyes close halfway, and he gazed up at Mr. Heiss with a soft, seductive sigh. He groaned when Mr. Heiss squeezed his throat again, and Indy lightly stroked his fingers along the inside of Mr. Heiss’s wrist.

Fuck being scared.

Fuck being helpless.

This he could do no problem.

Sex gave him power and confidence. He wanted to feel in control, and seduction was his true element. It soothed the frayed edges of his nerves and helped navigate through the mental whiplash of thinking he was about to die moments ago.

At least Mr. Heiss was hot.

That helped.

His eyes were bright and captivating, and he was looking at Indy in a new way. It was curious, maybe even hopeful, as if he was searching for something and desperately wanted to find it.