Blue Boy 1: Bullet by Garrett Leigh Page A

Sonny’s invisible hold over him, fought the brutal, double-edged pleasure of his fingers and hand working together, fought the overheating rush of his impending orgasm.
    Then it was too late. Sonny twisted his wrist, guiding Levi’s fingers to brush the bundle of nerves deep inside him he’d often thought was a myth, and he released with a low and guttural cry.
    He came back into himself, startled to find the sun had set while they’d been in the bathroom, and the full moon high in the sky had cast an eerie light over the apartment. Beneath the pounding of his blood in his ears, he could still hear the faint strains of Ben Harper coming from the living room. Despite himself, he laughed a weak and breathless laugh. “I’m gonna burn that CD.”
    Sonny guided Levi’s fingers from his ass, relinquished his grip on Levi's wrist, and stepped away. “No, you won’t.”
    Levi placed both hands on the countertop. Despite the residual heat of his dizzying orgasm, he felt chilled without the warmth of Sonny behind him. “Prove it.”
    Sonny laughed and scraped his nails down Levi's back one last time. “I think I’ve proved you wrong enough for one night.”

Chapter Seven
    Another late-summer evening, and another trip to the grocery store. Some days, it seemed to Levi that he did nothing but work, sleep, work some more, and take a detour on his way home to buy shit he’d run out of.
    He wandered through the aisles, paying little attention to the boxes and packets he threw in his cart, until he came to the fresh-food section. Chicken, vegetables, fruit. Levi liked to eat well. It was cheaper, and though sugared breakfast cereals were his guilty pleasure, he knew he functioned better on good home cooking.
    There was a line at the checkout. He bounced on the balls of his feet. It had been a long day, and he was tired, but he felt antsy, like there was something he’d forgotten to do.
    The sensation was annoying, and it had been since it first appeared the morning after his loaded encounter with Sonny. He’d expected his ass to be sore, but it wasn’t. In fact his body had borne no hangover from the night before at all. Instead it was his mind. He’d dreamed of Sonny that night and every night since, and in waking hours, the kid was on his mind any moment he wasn’t distracted by work.
    Like now. A shiver passed through him, and he let his mind drift back to the most bizarre sexual experience of his whole life. It had been a week ago, but he was still reeling. The sensation of having something, anything , inside him that way blew his mind, but it wasn’t the earth-shattering orgasm that lingered, the bone-shaking climax that left him weak at the knees. No. Instead, each time he closed his eyes, all he could feel was the hovering warmth of Sonny’s body a heartbeat behind him and his nails… fuck , the scrape of his nails on Levi's skin.
    He paid for his goods and began the short schlep back to his apartment. He was halfway home when he heard a chuckle behind him.
    “Man, you are such a cliché.”
    Levi spun around. Sonny stood behind him, looking tired, slightly disheveled, and…gorgeous. “Cliché? How so?”
    Sonny stepped closer and gestured for Levi to lower the stuffed paper bag in his arms. “Worked all day, hit the gym, and now home alone with what? Frozen burritos and beer?”
    Levi rolled his eyes. “Guess again, dickhead,” he drawled, though Sonny was right about the passage of his day and the beer. “Do I look like a guy that eats frozen burritos?”
    “You don’t want me to tell you what you look like.” Sonny looked up from peering into the grocery bag, and Levi became aware of how close he was, of how he was leaning down, stretching his neck to get even closer.
    Sonny licked his lips.
    Levi swallowed and straightened, putting a respectable distance between them. “What are you doin’ out here? Stalking me?”
    “Dream on, Ramone. How’ve you been? Have you done any more prep?”
    Levi