*Chapter 26*

After a long day of work, I returned home as planned. The moment I opened the door though, a sudden smell crept up my nose. I frowned at it and closed the door behind me as I tagged the delicious smell that landed me in the kitchen.

"Quentin?" I called when I didn't see him here but instead a well-cooked meal already placed on two plates like it was prepared to be served. "Damn," I opened the oven seeing that he made much more.

Tapping sound of footsteps drew my attention when I turned around, seeing Quentin approaching me with bare feet and a simple white t-shirt that hung loose on him.

"You're finally home," he smiled and pecked my lips.

My arm instinctively went around him. "Are you not cold?"

"It's fine," he waved away. "Not like I'm going out or anything."

"So," I pointed at the food. "I see you can really cook, and it looks and smells awesome."

"I told you so," he smiled and pulled out two forks. "It was kind of difficult wanting to cook something when there was not a lot of things in the cupboards. You need to go groceries shopping, seriously."

"But for that, it turned out really good," I praised him.

He cut a piece of the food of my plate and motioned to open my mouth before shoving the fork in my mouth. "Wow," I slowly chewed. "It's so good."

He smiled at me and handed me the plate. "Well then eat up," he waved.

"Oh right, what did you do to Louis and Michael before?" I wondered after I finished eating. "You didn't do anything pervy, I suppose." I wrapped my arms around him and pushed him towards the counter.

"I didn't do nothing," he wrapped his arms around my neck as I raised him up and placed him on the counter.

"Still not willing to say, huh?" I nibbled on his ear. He squealed and tried to push me away from him with a slight smile on his face. But I fought against him and pulled him down to a kiss.

That's when he stopped resisting and gave himself to me. I grinned in the kiss and slowly raised his shirt up when I noticed that he wasn't wearing anything underneath which is why I broke the kiss. "Too lazy to wear some panties?"

"There was no need to," he shrugged, causing me to cock an eyebrow as I suddenly decided to pull his shirt off. "H-hey what are you doing?"

"Stripping you," I answered and gently bit him on his neck.

"Yeah of course, but why?" He rolled his eyes.

"Well, there is no need to," I smirked, turning his words back at him. Then out of all time, the bell had to ring especially this time. Both of us paused in our movements looking at each other for a second.

I let go of him and went to go see who was at the door. And to my very surprise, it was Henry that was standing there once I opened the door. "Hey," he greeted me.

"What do you want?" I frowned. He sighed and made his way in when I tried to stop him. "No wait, you can't come in!"

"Why not? Is that troublemaker at your place a-," he stood still when noticed him on the kitchen counter.

"Hey cutie," Quentin greeted him as if nothing happened.

"I told you not to come in," I massaged my temple and grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the door. "Now leave! If you want something, it'd be wise to text me beforehand," I advised. Henry just nodded and left without saying a word. "Jesus, why am I surrounded by so many idiots?"

I quickly made myself to my room and looked for something that I found in my cupboard before heading back to the kitchen. "What took you so long?" Quentin complained.

I grinned at him and showed him the small silver shining package that made him gasp as I put it next to him. "You are damn kidding aren't you?"

I wrapped my arms around him again and didn't break the kiss when I pulled him back down from the counter. "I'm not."

"You sure?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Always am," I nodded. So, he kissed me back, giving me permission to do as I like. That's why I forcefully turned him around and started kissing his neck and ear while opening my belt and pulling my pants down.

"Wait, we are doing it here?" He gasped as I grabbed the condom and ripped it open using my teeth before putting it on.

"I should get some lotion," I uttered.

"No, I told you, I hate lotion," he shook his head when I moistened my member and positioned myself at his entrance. "Jeez, even without prep."

"C'mon arch your back," I whispered in his ears before kissing it. He huffed but still did what I told him to so that I was able to get a better grip on him. Then I slowly pushed in, getting a hiss from him in return. Though I still didn't stop, not until I was fully inside.

"Zaron," he gasped. "Careful." He was really tense which I didn't only notice on sight but also on him getting tighter every further second.

"Relax," I caressed his sides. "I'm not doing anything." Well, I tried to. Because the urge not to move even if it was so tempting was damn difficult. He nodded giving me the sign now that he finally relaxed.

Thereby, I started moving, having in mind to be gentle. But it was hard keeping that up when his body, his scent, and his moans were driving me insane. "Shit," I groaned and trusted harder, coaxing a desperate moan out of him.

The spot where I was gripping him slowly turned red which is why I released some pressure to prevent myself from hurting him. He was looking for support on the counter but didn't find one. So I let him grab my hand after laying it over his shoulder.

But once he did, it literally felt like he was squishing my knuckles out. I added speed to my movements which helped me ignore the pain.

"Z-Zaron," he moaned as his voice broke off in the middle. "Damn," he hissed, sounding like he was really being serious which is why I stopped and pulled out.

"Are you okay?" I slowly turned him around as his legs were trembling. He was facing the ground when I decided to carry him and lay him on the table. "Quentin?"

"I'm fine," he smiled but his eyes were glittering. "Don't look at me like that," he sat up and kissed my cheek. "But now, fuck me gently," he whispered. "I want to be able to still walk afterwards."

I smiled and cautiously spread his legs apart, pushing in again. "I'm sorry," I apologized and kissed his forehead.

"Just make me cum," he rolled his eyes. That's how I continued as he wanted.

"You're provoking me," I huffed.

He giggled at that and bit his lips. "Provoking? Me? L-like how?"

"Don't make me say it," I warned him and trusted harder on purpose. He moaned and innocently smiled like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Don't make you say what?" He flicked his tongue. "Come on Daddy, tell me," he moaned.

"Shut up," I was getting mad at him for doing that when I lost control. My breaths were getting irregular when I pressed my lips together and fastened my movements.

"Don't stop, Daddy," he desperately exhaled. "Deeper, thrust harder." His fingernails were scratching and digging my back when his eyes turned white for a second. "I'm close, Daddy. Please, make me cum, make me cum."

I wrapped my hand around his cock and rapidly gave him a hand job once my abdomen tensed up. "Fuck," I let out when all of the sudden the hot substance shot all over him almost in the same moment I released with a heavy moan.

We were both panting as his arms that were still on my shoulders fell numb to the side. "God," he mumbled with a dumb looking smile on his face.

"What," I finally calmed down. "What was the meaning of that?"

He nibbled on his piercing and glanced down on his belly when he took a finger to wipe his cum off before he licked it off his finger with a smirk. "You mean this, Daddy?" He licked his lips lasciviously and especially emphasized the last word.

"Stop that," I grumbled. "Are you developing a daddy kink or what?" I finally pulled out of him that made him whimper as I quickly got rid of the condom before pulling my pants back up.

"Nah, I just found it funny how you got angry," he giggled and sat up. "Ow, ow, ow," he whined at the pain. "Damn, this hurts." I sighed and gently carried him bride style to the bathroom. "This is gonna hurt for a while now. Just 'cause of you, you psycho," he complained when I placed him in the bathtub.

"I'm sorry, what do you want me to do?" I sighed.

"Give me candy," he shot.

And that is how I rolled my eyes at him and brushed his nose. "Later, okay? For now, take a bath, I'll come back." He muttered something incomprehensible that sounded like a complaint.

*

"So, what did you decide to do?" Memphis sighed after giving me the bullet information from the Diary. I bit my lips and thought about it.

"It's more difficult than I thought. Who would have thought that they would go that far as to build a bomb with it."

"The safest way in solving this case is to destroy it and getting the GRS-capsule in our hands," Collin said.

"Are you listening to yourself? That means we will have to break in their residence and that would be equal to committing suicide," Jane shook her head.

"Well, we could reduce the probability of us getting killed by coming up with a really good plan," Pixie uttered. "I mean, we have most of the information we need."

"This is serious, and definitely only possible if everyone and I mean everyone is 100 percent willing to do this. We do not need any half-assed work like last time. One mistake and we're dead. This will be our last mission, do you guys get that?" I settled things clear.

"Well I'm ready for it," Pixie agreed on it.

"I'm in too," Jane followed.

"Damn, I can't wait until all this bullshit is over." Collin tagged along.

"Same," Loki nodded.

"Memphis?" We all looked to him. "You're in?"

"I guess I can't say no to that," he smirked.

"Good," I let out a satisfied breath and leaned back.

"Is that little brat coming with us?" Jane wondered as she played with a gun that she was having in her hand.

"I suppose. Even if I really don't want to, but with those skills of his he could be of major help," I nodded. "Well only if he wants to."

"He'll surely agree," she chuckled. "By the way, where is he actually?"

"Sleeping," I nodded in the direction of my room when Memphis stood up.

"Coming," he mumbled before he left, as I assumed, to the bathroom.

Though just a few seconds after he disappeared a sudden scream appeared out of nowhere, followed by a crash and another cry.

I immediately rushed over in a hurry when I recognized Quentin's voice, only to see Memphis laying on him as he had fallen on him and Quentin, of course, being fully naked.

It looked so wrong at that moment if it wasn't for Memphis' shocked expression and Quentin's hurt one.

"Shit, shit, shit, I'm sorry," Memphis apologized and got up instantly when he widened his eyes, just realizing his nudity. "Damn," he looked away, but unfortunately in my face.

I sighed and kneed down to Quentin, checking on him. "Are you okay?" I made sure.

"Shut up you, asshole. I hate you," he shot in anger and frustration. I immediately had a guilty feeling as I gently picked him and head to my room to put him back in bed.

"I'm sorry," I apologized for the third time today and stroked his hair. But instead of letting me touch him he looked away and shook my hands off. "You shouldn't be walking around like this," I said though he only got angrier when he sat up in a sudden but immediately regretted it afterward.

"Hell," he cursed and laid back down. "My back and my ass are still hurting so bad," he mumbled before a few silent seconds passed. "You did it again!" He boxed me. "I told you to tell me when you'll have another meeting with everyone. Seriously, why are you doing this?"

"I just didn't want to bother you with it," I admitted. "Especially when you should rather rest." And from then on, he started ignoring me which I didn't want. Therefore, I tried getting him to look at me but instead, he took the blanket and buried himself underneath.

"Go away, I don't want to see you right now," I heard his muffled voice. So, I gave up and stood up to leave.

And as soon as the door was closed, I sighed, leaning against the wall in discontentment.

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