The Sin Eater - The Watch #2 - ch. 7 (Patreon)

Unedited/Unbeta'd. There's another chapter coming today or tomorrow. This one ends on a little bit of a sexual cliffhanger. I have been scrambling to try to play catch-up. I had to reread through the first 12 chapters of Barbarian and add details so my editor could get started. I should have another chapter of that for you this week as well as one chapter each of The Night Movers and Vengeful Bonds.

ETA: Sorry, guys. I reread this chapter and ended up adding another two thousand or so words. I don't know if I made it better or worse. I'll put chapter 8 up tomorrow.

Boone

Boone had almost made it into his room without issue when a hand stopped the door from closing. His stomach clenched, feeling Payton’s presence even before he turned around. The memory of the boy’s lips on him still echoed in his head. He had barely enough time to turn around before Payton was on him, closing the door behind them and pushing Boone up against it. 

“Payton-” 

Payton’s mouth closed over his, swallowing his protest as he licked his way into Boone’s mouth, tongue sliding wet and silky over his. He let out a breath through his nose, his hands gripping Payton’s shoulders. He could feel his body responding. It wasn’t his fault. He was addictive. He meant to push him away. He really did. But a million protests died on his lips as Payton’s hands slid under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. 

“Do you have a safe word?” he asked between kisses. 

Boone snorted. This fucking kid. He wasn’t even kidding. He truly wanted to know if Boone had a safe word. It was on the tip of his tongue to say he’d never needed one before but the words died on his lips. How had he let Payton twist him in knots like this so quickly? Not even two minutes through the door and his tongue was down Boone’s throat and he was half-hard in his pants. 

“Do I need one?” Boone countered breathlessly. 

Payton nibbled at his lips, tongue dipping back inside before he said, “I imagine former assassins like to live dangerously, so it’s up to you.” 

Boone’s brain ground to a halt. “Uh…” 

Something warm pooled in Boone’s belly as Payton laughed softly. “It’s alright, Daddy. I’ll go easy on you tonight. You can just lay there and I’ll do all the work.” 

Boone scoffed, a feeble attempt to convince Payton he was uneffected, even as he throbbed at the boy’s words, fire spiking through him. How many times had he fantasized about that very thing? Payton on top of him. Payton riding him. Payton taking what he wanted. Still, it was all happening so fast it was a little dizzying, or maybe that was all the blood rushing from his brain to his dick. 

Boone wasn’t really the adrenaline junkie he used to be. He just…needed a minute. 

When he freed himself from another dirty kiss, Payton tried to follow, making a distressed sound when Boone put some distance between them. 

“Payton…” 

Payton pitched forward, undettered, attaching his mouth to Boone’s neck, sucking and biting at whatever skin he happened upon. “Stop saying my name like you plan on making me leave,” he murmured. “There’s nobody here to see you being noble. It’s just the two of us and I know you’ve been fantasizing about this for months. I have too. Just let it happen.” 

How did he know Boone so well? Was he that transparent? He could practically hear Park and the others screaming yes. But it was hardly the responsible thing to do. Payton was a student. His student. There was a power imbalance there. Boone just wasn’t sure it tipped in his favor. Payton had been bull-dozing over Boone since the day they’d met. What would happen once they crossed this line? 

He gripped Payton’s shoulders and gently pushed him away once more, holding him in place so he couldn’t come right back again. He caught the boy’s gaze, determined to make him hear him. He expected to find Payton’s usual cheeky smirk, but instead the boy’s face fell, a sudden vulnerability in his eyes that stripped Boone’s heart bare. Like he was just waiting to be rejected. Was this just another manipulation tactic or was Payton capable of feeling more?

Boone’s chest tightened. Fuck. 

He could handle cocky Payton. He could handle psychotic Payton. Hell, even bratty Payton. But this one…the one who looked like he was two seconds away from crumbling if Boone refused him…He didn’t know if he could be responsible for that. 

Boone searched his face, taking in swollen red lips and flushed cheeks. “Are you playing me?” 

Payton licked over his bottom lip, tilting his head, rearranging his expression into something that was almost, but not quite, his usual self. “I’m not sure which answer would make you feel better.” 

Boone sighed. “How about the truth?” 

“The truth is a matter of perspective,” Payton countered. 

“You talk like the Riddler,” Boone said warily, releasing Payton and moving further into the room.

Payton lingered beside the door for a moment before moving further into the apartment, following Boone around like a lost puppy. He had to admit, there was something weirdly addicting about a vulnerable Payton, even if it was just an act. 

Boone walked to the sofa, stifling a smile when Payton followed along once more. Boone gently pushed him onto the cushions, his pulse spiking as Payton gazed up at him just like he had when he was on his knees for him earlier, eyes filled with tears as he’d choked on Boone’s cock. Christ. He was so fucked. 

“Stay put…or…don’t,” he said, distracted. “But I need a shower.” Payton opened his mouth but Boone put up a hand. “Alone. I’m going to shower alone. If you’re still here when I get out, I’ll figure out what to do with you then.” 

Payton huffed, but he didn’t protest, face forming a pout that went straight to Boone’s dick. He left him where he was, closing his bedroom door just for an added layer of protection, then stripping down as he crossed the room. He waited for the water to heat up, his body thrumming with awareness. 

Once under the scalding water, he just stood there, letting the steady pressure beat against his tired muscles. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there before he began to wash himself mechanically, his mind filled with thoughts of Payton. The boy hellbent on sleeping with him tonight. 

Boone didn’t know what was holding him back. There wasn’t a single person in the school who would care that they were together. Outside the school might get a bit tricky. The higher ups had rules and protocols, but they’d accepted Park and Gift with little fanfare. Of course, Park was a teacher, Boone was in charge of the entire school. It was an important distinction. 

But it wasn’t the rules that had him hesitating. He’d never been much of a rule follower. He just wanted…more from Payton. He just didn’t know if there was more. 

Payton was many things. He was cunning. Meticulous. Disturbingly charming when he chose to be. He was also a psychopath. The closest they had to a true textbook psychopath next to Drake. He had one of the highest IQ’s in the entire school. He also had the highest body count, a fact Boone had overlooked for only Payton. 

Still, Boone needed more. He needed a…connection. Did that make him old or just old fashioned? Despite what Boone new to be true about psychopaths, he felt like Payton had the potential to be that for him. Look at how he protected Gift. A textbook psychopath wouldn’t be so close to someone like Gift. Would they? Maybe Boone just wanted that to be true. Was he reaching? 

He sighed, staring down at his still half-hard cock. Payton just did something to him. There were so many reasons to turn him away, to send him back to his room, but Boone wouldn’t do it. He knew he wouldn’t. Now that he’d gotten a taste of Payton, there was no way he was ever going back. He was a weak man. Payton knew it. Boone had already lost. 

He looked up when he heard the bathroom door open, watching as all the built-up steam was sucked from the room, revealing Payton as his not-so-mysterious guest. Boone pushed his wet hair off his face, checking out his intruder through the condensation on the otherwise clear shower curtain. He bit back a groan, his cock kicking at the sight of him. 

Boone peeked around the edge of the shower curtain, eyes bulging as he took in Payton’s clothing…or lack thereof. He’d clearly decided to make himself at home, doing away with all of his uniform but the long sleeved white dress shirt. It looked big on him, like he was wearing someone else’s shirt…Boone’s shirt.

No…he was wearing Boone’s shirt. The one he’d discarded on the way into the bathroom. That little shit. Boone couldn’t tear his eyes away, greedily taking in the way the shirt hung off one shoulder, revealing pretty skin, black ink and one pert pink nipple. Boone’s gaze snagged on the tightened peak, his teeth aching to bite it. Would Payton whine? Cry? Did he like a little pain? Or did he only like giving it? 

Boone allowed himself a moment to take him all in. His messy hair, the makeup smudged around his eyes, the miles of leg on display with Boone’s shirt only skimming the tops of his thighs. Was he still wearing underwear? Had he stolen that too? He couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed. Payton wanted to smell like him. He was standing there, wrapped in Boone’s scent, just waiting for Boone to finally give him what he needed. 

Payton made no attempt to join him, just closed the door quietly, holding Boone’s gaze while he slid down to sit on the bathroom floor. He held Boone’s gaze as he bent his knees, widening his legs to reveal short, tight black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his slim thighs or the state of his arousal. Saliva pooled in Boone’s mouth like an animal. Why did Payton have to be so fucking beautiful? 

Boone forced himself to glower at him. “I thought I told you to stay put?” 

Payton played with one of the buttons on his shirt. “I’ve never been a very good listener.”

Boone snorted, eyes still hungrily roaming his body. “That’s an understatement. You should go back to the sofa.”

Payton thunked his head back against the door, looking a little…something. “It’s too quiet out there. I’m bored. Just…talk to me.” 

“About what?” Boone asked, letting the curtain fall back into place. 

How much could Payton see through the clear plastic? Could he see how hard he was? Did he like the view as much as Boone did? He rolled his eyes at his own desperation. 

“I don’t know. Anything. Tell me about your day?” Payton asked. 

It was the hope in Payton’s voice that made Boone’s heart stutter behind his ribs. He really was a sucker. “You want to hear about my day?” Boone asked warily. “Really?” 

“Is that so hard to believe?” Payton countered, sounding hurt. 

Boone hesitated before saying, “A little, yeah. I’m a glorified paper pusher. Hardly exciting.” 

If Boone had told anyone he ran a school for psychopathic assassins and their government paid babysitters, they’d likely assume the excitement never stopped. But truthfully, ninety percent of his job was monotonous. When kids weren’t blowing up the lab and Park wasn’t trying to mount Gift in the classroom it was mostly meetings, report writing, and case studies. 

Until that morning anyway. 

“Then tell me about Remi,” Payton said as if he could sense Boone’s shifting thoughts. 

Boone sighed, picking up the soap again, fully prepared to take the world’s longeset shower just to avoid his inevitable tumble into deviance. “What about him?” 

“He wasn’t in classes. Did he really stay in his room all day? Was he on room restriction like Navy?” 

Boone frowned. “You think I would punish him for something like that?” 

“No,” Payton finally said. “So he was just in his room all day hiding?” 

“Is that so shocking? Who would want to be in classes after all that?” 

He wasn’t giving away anything just yet. How much did Remi wanted Payton to know? Was it a conflict of interest or something to allow Payton to be a sounding board for the sudden mystery the universe had just dropped into his lap?

“I know he’s quiet,” Payton said. “But he’s ballsier than people think. The only person he ever lets push him around is Drake and I’m pretty sure Remi’s done with him too.” 

Could Boone trust Payton? Did Boone trust Payton? He did. Maybe it was foolish. Maybe it just proved that Payton had successfully seduced him like some sad mark he needed to extract information from. Two decades as an assassin only to be taken out on home soil by a spoiled little brat with messy hair and lips that made Boone weak.

Once more, Boone pushed the shower curtain back just enough to make eye contact. “This doesn’t go outside this room,” Boone said, tone leaving no room for argument. “Understand?” 

Boone’s cock pulsed as Payton gave a little shiver at Boone’s tone, biting his bottom lip and nodding. Did the little shit like being told what to do? Of course, he did. He was probably a switch in every sense of the word, able to turn on his dominance or submission like a light switch. 

Payton nodded, worrying at the skin caught between his teeth. Christ, he was hot. Boone wanted to ruin him. He wanted to devour him. He wanted to hear him beg, wanted to hear him whining and crying while he was being split open by his dick. “I need words, Payton. Do you understand?” 

Payton’s lids fluttered, his gaze finding Boone’s. “Yes, Daddy,” he said, not an ounce of sarcasm in his tone. 

Boone couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and giving himself a few strokes, just to take the edge off. He was so hard it was borderline painful. From nothing. Just from a little kissing and Payton in his fucking shirt. He was a weak, weak man. 

Fuck. He needed to focus. He needed a distraction. 

He returned to the sanctuary of the shower, pretending he wasn’t afraid of his feelings for a kid who was—conceptually—young enough to be his child. Boone used to have morals. He used to have a code of ethics, skewed as it was. Now he was willing to risk it all to stick his dick in a kid who killed like it was nothing, like life was a movie and he was the main character. 

Boone stayed quiet, letting the sound of the water echoing off the tiles act as white noise while he stomped his inner turmoil into a box that didn’t quite fit, then shoved it onto a high shelf. 

“He was with West all day,” he finally said, wincing at how raspy his voice sounded. He cleared his throat to try again, not missing Payton’s soft laugh.  “They think the breach came from some kind of backdoor in the security software.” 

“An inside job?” Payton asked, his surprise evident. “Does that mean whoever is doing this really is a student? That’s wild.” 

Boone shrugged even though Payton likely didn’t see it. “That or someone inside gave an outsider access and whoever is behind this is pretending to be a student to increase the chaos.” 

Payton was quiet for so long Boone was tempted to look to make sure he was still there. 

“Remi didn’t seem surprised by the tape,” Payton finally said, like he was rolling the problem around in his mind. “Just…hurt. Do you think he might know who this person is? Maybe someone out for revenge or…someone using him to hide their true target?” 

Boone hesitated before he sighed and said, “Remi didn’t act surprised because he wasn’t. He knew someone was about to release a tape that painted him in a bad light.”

“Someone was blackmailing him?” Payton asked, his surprise evident. “Remi?” 

“No,” Boone said, guilt punching him in the gut. “He knew the video was coming because he gave us permission to use him as our target.” 

The confession hung in the steamy air for a long moment. “Us? You did this?” 

“Myself…and the staff.” Boone said, then hurried to clarify their involvement, adding, “There were…concerns that students weren’t taking Suri’s assignment seriously. That maybe teaching psychopaths how to use propaganda and misinformation to destabilize a government was a bad idea, especially since they lack the capacity to care about the outcome. Someone—I don’t remember who—floated the idea of a morality test.” 

“A morality test?” Payton parroted. 

“Yeah. Put someone in the hot seat and see who rallied behind him and who piled on.”

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” Payton muttered. 

Boone’s expression soured as he pretended to ignore Payton’s unsolicited—but correct—opinion. “We chose Remi because he’s well liked. But I made West ask his permission first. We wanted to test the assets, not traumatize the handlers.” 

Saying it out loud really drove home how stupid the plan truly was. It had seemed like a good idea at the time but now it had devolved into a disaster. 

“So, West was behind this morning’s tape?” Payton asked, confusion evident. 

“No,” Boone said, shaking his head. “Whoever created the tape from this morning took some liberties. Most of that footage is fake. The rest manipulated. None of it came from us except the parking lot footage of Remi selling his files.” 

“So whoever doctored the footage knew that West would be making the tape in the first place,” Payton reasoned. “How many people knew about it?” 

Boone frowned. “The decision was only made last night. But the majority of the staff was in attendence.” 

“None of the students knew?” Payton asked. 

“Only Remi and that was after the decision had been made.” 

Payton seemed to chew on this information, then asked, “You don’t think this is another Pike situation do you? Do we have another mole in the school?” 

“I honestly don’t know. And I’m afraid we won’t know before they come up with another ‘secret’ to reveal,” he air-quoted. “I don’t get why the students are so quick to believe this shit. I thought, for sure, the assets would be the ones piling on, but, instead, it’s the handlers.” 

Payton sighed. “Your logic is flawed. You created this morality test on the assumption that you could appeal to the morals of a psychopath. You should have come at the problem by showing them how misusing that information could directly effect their own lives. We know how to use information strategically. Most of us could teach a class on manipulation techniques before we’re out of diapers.” 

“Meaning?” Boone asked. 

“Meaning if the information leaked had benefited the assets in any way, we may have been quicker to jump on Navy’s bandwagon. Well, not me, but some of the others, those who don’t know Remi. But none of us have anything to gain by vilifying Remi…except possibly getting to Drake.” 

“Drake was an unexpected ally earlier,” Boone admitted. “I thought he would immediately cut bait and leave Remi to be picked clean by the vultures.” 

Payton smirked. “You don’t know about Drake and Remi do you?” 

Boone didn’t know anything other than the two were tagged to work together and Drake was a lot of psychopath to handle for someone as soft-hearted as Remi. “Know about them?” 

“Mm,” Payton hummed. “Their little cat and mouse game. I used to find it fascinating, but not so much anymore.” 

“Fascinating how?” Boone asked, reaching for the shampoo. 

“Since day one, Drake has been manipulating Remi into doing his bidding, using his crush on him to get him to do whatever he wants, from homework to handjobs. Remi was desperate for Drake’s attention, willing to sit at his feet with hearts in his eyes. I used to feel sorry for him. I couldn’t understand why he did it. He’s not ugly. He’s not dumb. He’s just…quiet. I didn’t realize how diabolical Remi was until we all had to work together on that murder case a few months ago.” 

Boone tipped his head back, rinsing the soap from his hair. “Diabolical? Remi?” 

Payton sounded amused as he said, “Mm. Drake doesn’t know it yet. But he will. He’s been playing checkers but Remi’s playing chess. In the beginning, Remi forgave a lot of shit. Drake love bombed him when he wanted something, and was smug and condescending when he didn’t.” 

“Okay…” Boone said, hoping Payton would elaborate. 

“Drake thought he was really doing something but teaching Remi not to rely on him. He bragged about how he could get Remi to do whatever he wanted with just the barest hint of attention and Remi never complained. On the other hand, our little Remi has been feeding Drake a steady and addictive diet of blind adoration for months, no matter how mean Drake got.” 

Boone frowned. Payton sighed like Boone was dense. Hell, he supposed he was. He hadn’t picked up on any of this. He grabbed the conditioner, noting the now tepid water temperature. 

“You really don’t get it?” Payton asked. “Drake—our Drake—defended Remi in front of the whole school tonight, all because Remi gave him the silent treatment for less than a full day. Do you know the kind of power someone has to have over a psychopath to break them in less than twelve hours?” 

Boone’s brows went up. He hadn’t thought of it that way. Boone didn’t like Drake. At all. He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Boone had cut him in the first round of student picks. He was just too unpredictable, arrogant in a way that went beyond psychopathy, a borderline narcissist. In the end, it was nepotism that had gotten Drake where he was. That and another student mysteriously deciding he didn’t want to join the program. 

Boone could hear the smile in Payton’s voice as he said, “Remi is Drake’s Achilles heel. He needs Remi’s love. He needs his attention. Remi cut off his supply for one day and Drake’s turning himself inside out to get it back. I, personally, hope Remi dog-walks him.” 

Boone had no idea what the hell that meant but he was certain it wasn’t good. He hoped for the same. Remi was a good kid. He deserved far better than the likes of Drake. Psychopaths didn’t make for great boyfriends. At least in his experience. His stomach dropped as he glanced in Payton’s direction briefly. That was his answer right there. Payton wasn’t good for him. He couldn’t give him anything more than physical attention. 

Could he? Boone wanted to growl in frustration. How had he let this kid get him so tied up in knots over this? 

“And if Remi refuses to give in to him?” Boone asked. 

Payton giggled. “Drake will crash and burn.” 

Boone turned the shower off, blindly grabbing a towel from the rack, blotting the water from his face and hair, before combing it back with his fingers. “Well lets hope it doesn’t come to that.”

He pushed open the curtain, startling when he realized Payton was far closer now than just a moment ago. He no longer sat on the floor, but perched on the closed toilet lid, legs spread wide as he lazily perused Boone’s naked body, his gaze zeroing in on his cock.

“Can we stop talking about other people now?” Payton murmured, licking his lips. 

He took the towel from Boone and crooked his finger at him. Boone stumbled forward without thought, then seemed to remember himself. “Payton…” 

“Yes, Boone?” He asked, blotting the water from Boone’s legs, pressing an almost chaste kiss to his hip bone as his eyes locked on Boone’s rapidly filling cock. 

“You have to stop this,” Boone said, hating how breathless he sounded. “We have to stop this.” 

“This?” Payton asked with mock confusion. He kissed the spot again, this time with an open mouth, letting his tongue dance over the dip there. “or that?” 

Boone didn’t even have time to answer before Payton was leaning forward, taking him in hand, kissing the tip of his cock. “Or maybe this?” 

Before Boone could gather the brain function necessary to realize what was happening, Payton stood, claiming his mouth in a kiss that set his fucking soul on fire. Payton kissed like he looked, wild, dangerous, slightly off-center. Still, their lips slotted together like they’d been made for each other. A lock and a key, like they’d been kissing their whole lives. 

Boone moved without thought, gripping the boy’s face hard, angling it to push his tongue inside. Payon’s moan was obscene, making Boone’s cock ache. Fuck, he wanted him so bad. His body was warring with itself. There was no angel or devil, just his brain saying this was going to complicate things and his dick reminding him they were both adults. 

They could do what they wanted. 

Except he ran the school. 

Fuck. 

He pushed Payton back, both of them breathing heavy. “We can’t do this.” 

“I promise we totally can,” Payton assured him, surging back towards his lips. 

“There’s a power imbalance here,” he started, fully prepared to start his thesis on why their fucking would be a violation of trust on Boone’s part. 

Payton rolled his eyes. “I mean, I know my dad’s kind of scary…and I am a psychopath, technically even a serial killer, but I feel like your status as a former hitman puts us on a pretty even playing field. No?” 

“You-I’m…I’m not the one who’s being taken advantage of in this scenario, Payton,” Boone said, frustration leeching into his voice. “As your headmaster-” 

Payton moaned, sliding his hands over Boone’s naked chest. “God, just hearing the word head master out of your mouth has me so fucking hard I’m leaking. Feel.” 

He grabbed Boone’s hand and led it to his dick. He was hard. He held Boone’s hand there, then ran his hand along the length, pressing his thumb to the wet spot there. “See?” 

Boone swallowed the lump of sand in his throat, giving Payton a pleading look. Payton pooched out his lower lip. “You look so stressed, Booney.” He patted his head. 

“Of course, I am,” Boone muttered. 

Payton’s whole face changed, going from that mocking tone to one that sounded genuine. “Poor baby. You really do need a keeper, huh?” He traced one long finger down the bridge of Boone’s nose. “Someone to take care of you.” 

Heat pooled in his belly, making him feel like a live wire. “I’ve taken care of myself my whole life. It’s fine,” he mumbled, eyes rolling behind his lids. 

Boone’s eyelids slid shut, trying to figure out how they’d gone from a conversation in the shower to this. He startled as fingers brushed his temples, then began to rub the spot. Boone held back the groan building in his throat. His hands shouldn’t feel this nice. Had anyone ever done this for him? Ever? 

No. 

Soft lips brushed against his Adam’s apple, then sucked on the spot. 

“What are you doing?” he asked warily. 

Payton scoffed. “Helping you relieve some stress, obviously,” Payton said, kissing him again. This kiss was equally devastating. 

Boone sucked in a breath like it was his first kiss. Payton took advantage, slipping his tongue inside. Something finally snapped within him. Boone kissed him like he’d been wanting to kiss him for months. He poured every ounce of his frustration and irritation into that kiss until they were tearing at each other. 

Payton tore his mouth away and sat back on the closed toilet lid, face right next to Boone’s cock once more. Boone stared down at him, rapt, trying to will himself to stop this insanity before it went any farther, but then Payton gazed up at him with those big eyes. He was so goddamned pretty. Every dirty fantasy Boone had ever had come to life right in front of him. 

Payton leaned in. “Fuck, you’re just so big.” he murmured, his hot breath puffing against his skin.

His dick drooled at Payton’s proximity. Boone settled his hands in his hair, attempting to comb through it just as he’d done for Boone, but Payton’s hair was far too thick for that, wrapping around Boone’s fingers like cursed vines, causing him to pull the boy’s hair. 

Payton moaned. “I like when you pet me.” 

“Yeah?” Boone asked, his fingers tightening in the strands, pressing Payton against him harder. 

Payton pressed his lips to the base of Boone’s cock. “Mm,” he hummed, the vibrations rolling along his shaft. “I bet you’d feel so good splitting me in half.” 

Flames punched through Boone at his words. How many times had he dreamed of pounding into the tight heat of Payton’s body? Too many to count. “Christ.” 

“Fuck. You’re so wet you’re dripping for me,” Payton said, slapping Boone’s cock against his tongue, then swirling it around his tip to capture the fluid there, showing it to him, before he swallowed. “I bet you’ll come so hard for me.” 

“Payton…” 

Payton rolled his eyes, getting to his feet in one graceful move. “Open.” 

“W-what?” Boone stuttered. 

“Your mouth. Open it.” 

Boone frowned, but opened up anyway, earning a dizzying smile from Payton. “You’re so hot when you’re obeying me.” 

Boone didn’t have a chance for the indignant response bubbling up in his throat. Payton shoved his fingers into his mouth. “Suck.” 

Boone felt ridiculous, but he did it anyway. If anyone was to see him like this, he’d be humiliated. He was the headmaster of the school. He was in charge. This was the single most irresponsible thing he’d done…well, since he let Payton blow him in his office. 

Christ. 

Payton pulled his fingers free. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to finger myself open and then you’re going to bend me over that counter and fuck me til I scream.” 

“Fucking hell.” 

Payton went to slide down his underwear but Boone snagged his wrist. “Stop.” Payton’s face fell, just like it had before, like he was waiting to be rejected. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m still going to fuck you. But its my turn to take care of you.” Payton looked uncertain. “You can still boss me around.” 

His eyes lit up. “Promise?”

Boone cupped his cheek, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was shockingly chaste. “Within reason.” 

Payton seemed to think about it, for a moment, then nodded definitively. “I’ll take it.” 

Boone spun them, pressing Payton’s back against the wall opposite the mirror. “What do you want me to do to you,” he asked against his ear. 

“On your knees,” Payton said, the slightest tremor in his voice. 

Boone did as he asked, gazing up at him. 

Payton stroked his hand through his wet hair. “Good boy.”