Billy and the Goon - 28. Chapter 28

Billy and the goon were stretched on Billy’s comfortable bed.

“Tell me your name,” the goon said.

“You know it.”

“Tell me.”

“Billy.”

“You’re thirty-eight.”

“Almost thirty-nine.”

“And you’re still called Billy?”

“Billy Joel... Billy Idol...”

“Billy-the kid.”

“William?”

“Bill.”

“Bill.”

“Good.”

“What’s your name?” Bill asked.

“You already know it.”

“I do?”

“Think.”

Bill studied the goon. He’d just taken off his ski mask after Billy had asked. The name of a guy he’d met in that first batch of answers to his posting slowly worked into his memory.

They’d met for drinks – no – coffee. The guy didn’t drink.

“Ed?” he tried.

“Close.”

Bill strained.

“Edwin?”

The goon smiled, and Bill went on. “You said you liked Edwin because everyone thought it was stupid.”

“Old fashioned,” Edwin corrected. “And what did you say?”

Bill looked at him and laughed. “That you were too young, too tall, and too good-looking.”

“And too worked out and too rich.”

“That’s right – your tech buy-out.”

“Tech startup buy-out.”

Bill nodded.

“You also said we’ve never last,” Edwin went on.

“Guess you proved that wrong.”

“It’s only been a year.”

“Less.”

“We’ve got a while to go.”

Bill thought about that.

“You really want to?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You honestly love me?”

“Well... dishonestly.”

They laughed.

“But yeah... I’ve been kind of in love you since... well, soon after we met online.”

“And I blew you off.”

“Before you blew me.”

“Blew each other.”

“Safely.”

“I hate rubbers.”

“Everyone hates them. You don’t use ‘em ‘cause they taste good.”

Bill laughed alone. He was still nervous about this.

“How did you grow up so quickly?” he asked. “You’re so mature.”

“For my age?”

“Even for mine.”

The goon was twenty-five.

“Some of it’s earning all that money... maybe so early. And some of it’s natural arrogance.”

Bill shrugged. “I’m just a nerd with an ordinary job.”

“A bit more than that.”

“A licensed nerd.”

“Who took eight years to train.”

“If you start from my bachelor’s.”

Edwin smiled. “We’ll be fine.”

Bill looked at him.

“How’d you always find me?”

The question had just occurred.

“The tech start-up – it’s high end surveillance. You always carry your phone.”

Bill laughed again. “I was a jerk to let you go.”

“You were afraid of being hurt.”

“Not that way,” Bill corrected.

And they both laughed.

“Well, I wasn’t gonna let go,” Edwin said. “You have an amazing imagination.”

“Though I sacrifice my body.”

“A tiny part.”

He twisted Bill’s nipple.

“That didn’t even hurt.”

“Wasn’t supposed to.”

He smiled. “I thought I was used to it.”

“No... I can be gentle.”

“What if I don’t want that?”

“You can learn.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Maybe we both will.”

“Want to? Or learn?”

“We’ll decide.”

Edwin grabbed both Bill’s nipples. “You think you want what you think you deserve – for reasons I’ve never tried to figure out. As opposed to what you need.”

“Which is?”

Edwin twisted both nipples, hard.

Bill just looked at him.

Edwin twisted harder.

“Keep that up.”

“Maybe.”

He made Bill scream.

“Wow.”

Breath. Breath. Pant. Breath. Breath.

“Wow.”

He hesitated.

“Only one thing.”

“It’s yours.”

“Ed.”

“Ed?”

“Yes.”

The goon smiled. “Okay – but just remember. This is the honeymoon. We’ve still got the marriage.”

And the goon moved in.