“Rob was playing as the god Zeus, and I was supposed to be Thor. He kept getting pissed at me because I was saying Shor instead, and we ended up getting into a real fight.” Zay waves me into the bathroom and lays a towel down on the toilet, gesturing for me to take a seat. “He gave me my first black eye, and I knocked two of his teeth out.”
“Yikes,” I say as I sit, but I'm smiling anyway. I like hearing Zay's stories, getting to know him better. And why shouldn't I? All his girlfriends probably heard this story and he claims to not even have liked them. So he dates people he hates. Totally weird. I find that it bothers me more than it should, like why were they worth dating and I'm not even at that level?
I blink those thoughts away and sweep my fingers through my hair, suddenly nervous about the whole idea of getting pierced. Although you already let Zayden pierce you in the most intimate way possible, so why not?
“Were your parents pissed?”
“Oh hell yeah,” Zay says as he opens a silver kit filled with medical supplies. “They made me and Rob work, like, forever doing obscure chores to pay for that dental work. Have you ever had to sweep the street in front of the house? The actual road for an entire block. Who does that?”
I laugh as Zayden comes over to stand in front of me, reaching up to take my chin in his hands. I can see in his eyes that he's in total work mode right now, but the touch of his hands makes me remember the other night—not to mention our exhibition experiment. Oh God.
I feel my eyes flutter closed and Zayden exhales sharply.
“Stop that,” he says, but he sounds goofy and playful, like he doesn't much care if I tear his pants open and start sucking his cock again. And I kind of want to. I … actually really liked it. “I've been fantasizing about this since the day I met you. Now hold still.”
Zayden looks at me for a few seconds and then grabs some black gloves out of his kit, snapping them onto his fingers in a way that's oddly erotic. I want to feel that latex on my body—and not just inside of it.
Fuck. Who thinks about condoms like that? I'm being totally weird.
Zayden grabs a white antiseptic wipe and then comes to stare at me again.
“Right or left?” he asks, and I pause. I have to really think about that for a minute.
“Do you have a preference?” I ask. “I mean, it's your art.”
“And it's your body,” he says, but almost like he wishes it were his, too. “Let's do the left. Then me and you can be piercing buddies.” He waggles his own pierced brow and I smile.
Zayden lifts the wipe up and cleans a spot on my left brow with the cool feeling of alcohol, pulling back and tossing the little square into the can between the toilet and the sink. Once he's done that, he stares at me for another few seconds, like he's really taking this seriously. I like that about him. He's a goofy guy, someone that likes to have fun, but he takes the things that matter and he actually applies himself. Whether it's being a nanny or a body piercer … or introducing a girl to her first sexual experience, I can tell he really gives it all he's got.
“Sixteen gauge,” Zayden mumbles to himself, heading back to the kit. “You can change the jewelry in about six months, but for now, we're going with medical grade stainless steel.” I nod and watch as he opens up a package with a silver bar inside it and lays it on top of its package on the counter. Next he opens up a new needle and a package with a little wooden toothpick thing inside of it. It has a purple dye on the end and I can't figure out what it's for until Zay comes back and puts the jewelry to my face, using the dye to mark an entry and exit point.
“Alright, Smarty-Pants,” he says as he stands up and steps into the doorway of the bathroom, using his hand to indicate the mirror. “Check it out and tell me what you think. And don't be shy, baby, tell me if you don't like it.”
I stand up and tuck some hair behind my ear, my eyes straying to Zayden in his sexy black gloves. I love the way they cut across his tattoos, emphasize the brightness with all of that latex as contrast. He notices my gaze lingering and wiggles the fingers of his right hand.
“You like these, I take it? Some people have a fetish for 'em.”
“What about you?” I ask, deflecting the question as I lean in and examine the proposed placement for my piercing. It looks perfect, balanced at just the right spot on my eyebrow, which is basically what I expected. I can't imagine Zayden failing at something he's obviously so passionate about. “Do you have that fetish?”
“A little bit,” he purrs, leaning in and breathing against my ear. To keep things sterile, he makes sure his gloves are nowhere near me. It's kind of sexy, knowing he couldn't touch me even if he wanted to. “I'd like to touch you all over with these, slide 'em into the pink perfection of your pussy.”
“Look at you and your alliteration,” I joke with a hot flush, retreating away to sit on the lid of the toilet again. “So clever.”