Chapter Ninety-Eight: Street Race

Chapter 98

Street Race

Deimos and Jaxon were at Rose Quartz theaters that evening to see Massacre Midnight. Jaxon wore a red silk shirt with gold dragons and the buttons undone to expose his dragon chest tattoo, black leather pants, chelsea boots, a leather jacket, and his Ray-Bans resting on his head. Deimos wore a “Massacre Midnight” tank top, torn jeans, cowboy boots, and a leather jacket. Deimos went to the ticket booth.

Deimos: “Two adults for Massacre Midnight.”

The girl at the ticket booth frowned.

Ticket Girl: “Sorry, sir, we’re sold out.”

Deimos hung his head and looked at the other movies. There was one called “Beach Bikini Bodies.”

Deimos: “Do you wanna see that instead while we’re here?”

Jaxon chuckled.

Jaxon: “I didn’t peg you for being into something like that.”

He laughed.

Jaxon: “Sure, why not?”

Deimos: “I’m not. I… just don’t want to go home right now.”

He looked away and folded his arms. Jaxon quirked an eyebrow at him.

Jaxon: “Why not?”

Deimos: “My parents are there.”

He mumbled. Jaxon frowned.

Jaxon: “Ah, I gotcha.”

Deimos: “...Two adults for ‘Beach Bikini Bodies’.”

He sighed. She gave them two tickets for the movie.

They went into the theater and sat in the back. Deimos glanced at the poster, which was a bikini girl with a guy’s arms around her from behind.

Deimos: “That poster should be you with Celeste.”

He pointed to it. Jaxon grinned widely.

Jaxon: “You don’t say…”

He smirked, stroking his chin, thinking of himself and Celeste in those places instead.

Deimos: “They have this Wicked Wolverine bikini, and it’s a micro bikini. Thought you’d like to know and get it for her.”

He chuckled. Jaxon grinned widely.

Jaxon: “Thanks, man! I’ll be getting her that.”

He beamed and reddened at the idea of seeing her in it. Deimos stared at him.

Deimos: “You’re blushing.”

He laughed a bit.

Jaxon: “Shut up!”

He pouted.

The lights dimmed, and the movie started. It opened with a wide shot of a beach full of bikini-clad women and saxophone music as the neon credits rolled. They watched the movie and Deimos slunk in his seat, bored.

The two men saw a scene from the movie where the BJ Hardon expy challenges his rival who is some jock to a drag race for the hot chick with the big boobs. The hot chick with big boobs pulled off her top and waved it like a flag for them to go. It showed a close up shot of her boobs, followed by roaring engines as the men zoomed through the streets in their vehicles. Deimos nudged Jaxon and pointed to the screen.

Deimos: “This movie sucks but I always wanted to do that.”

He whispered. Jaxon grinned widely.

Jaxon: “Oh yeah… I’d love to see Celeste like that…”

He sighed happily.

Deimos: “I bet, but I meant the racing.”

He nodded. Jaxon quirked an eyebrow at him with a wide grin.

Jaxon: “Really now?! Me too! Let’s GO! I’ll race you! Right here, right now! You're on, Deimos!”

He shot up from his seat with a determined glint in his eyes.

Deimos: “Yeah, let’s go. This movie sucks and I want to race you.”

He grinned.

Jaxon: “You’re on!”

He grinned and scurried out the door with excitement. Deimos followed suit, and the two left the theater.

~

Later, Deimos’ Ferrari Testarossa and Jaxon’s Toyota Celica were side-by-side on the road by the beach. It was a quiet road by the pier. Jaxon revved his engine and grinned at Deimos beside him in his Testarossa. Deimos flashed him a grin.

Jaxon: “You ready to eat dust, Deimos?”

He smirked at him, revving his engine.

Deimos: “If you say so. The only thing you will see is my taillights.”

He quipped and revved up his engine.

Jaxon: “If you say so. Okay, when the lighthouse shines our way, we ride.”

He flicked his gaze to the lighthouse in the distance. Deimos nodded and revved his engine.

Jaxon: “Three… two… one… GO!”

He slammed his foot down on his accelerator with a loud screech of tires as he zoomed down the road. Deimos gunned the accelerator as the tires squealed on the pavement and switched gears as he zoomed down the road with Jaxon, racing him.

Jaxon cackled with amusement, poking his tongue out at Deimos as they zoomed side-by-side with each other. Deimos smirked, slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and shifted into fifth gear, speeding past Jaxon. Jaxon’s jaw dropped.

Jaxon: “Oh, no, you don’t!”

He shifted his gear into fifth and zoomed up to him, smirking at him. Deimos laughed as they drove side-by-side again. Jaxon laughed, enjoying the thrill of it all.

Jaxon: “Nice try, but I’m going to win this!”

He taunted him through his wound-down window.

Deimos: “Like Hell you are!”

He laughed and sped past him. Jaxon’s eyes widened, and he laughed.

Suddenly, Jaxon saw blue and red lights in his rearview mirror as a police car was hot on his and Deimos’ tails.

Jaxon: “Oh, shit.”

He huffed. Deimos knit his eyebrows and slowed down to pull over. Jaxon pulled over to the shoulder of the road with Deimos and exchanged a look with him. Deimos heaved a deep sigh and buried his head on the steering wheel.

The cop was a skinny, gangly cop with red hair and buck teeth. He was Officer Taint. He went up to Jaxon’s car first.

Jaxon: “Yeah, yeah, how much will it be?”

He sighed as if this wasn’t his first rodeo.

Officer Taint: “Your license and registration, please.”

Jaxon sighed and pulled out his wallet, handing him his driver’s license, and opened his glove compartment to give him the car registration. He took it and looked at it, taking it down.

A corpulent white policeman went up to Deimos’ car. He was Officer Ass.

Officer Ass: “License and registration.”

Deimos nodded and withdrew his wallet, presenting his driver’s license and opening his glove compartment, handing him his car registration.

Officer Taint handed Jaxon a speeding ticket for six hundred dollars, along with his driver’s license and registration. Jaxon snatched the ticket and frowned. Officer Ass handed Deimos his license, registration, and a speeding fine for six-hundred dollars.

Officer Taint: “No more speeding!”

He warned him, and the two cops left. Deimos drew a long breath, gazing at the fine.

~

Deimos and Jaxon drove down to the boardwalk and parked their cars in the parking lot. Deimos went to Fluffy’s Fries to order two large fries and two sodas. They sat on the edge of the pier, eating them.

Deimos: “That was fun, but… my father is going to kill me when he sees this.”

He huffed and ate some of his fries.

Jaxon: “Yikes… sorry, man.”

He exclaimed.

Jaxon: “Just don’t tell him.”

He shrugged, munching on fries. Deimos paused and smiled at him.

Deimos: “You’re right, I’m not a teenager anymore.”

He leaned back.

Deimos: “Uh, Jaxon?”

He looked at him.

Jaxon: “Yes, Deimos?”

He turned to him.

Deimos: “It’s embarrassing to talk about this, but I don’t want to tell Tristan just yet, and I feel I can’t talk to Celeste about this because she’s a woman.”

He reddened and raked his fingers through his hair. Jaxon quirked an eyebrow.

Deimos: “I… I want to make love to Tristan… but I’m nervous… I’m afraid he might think about Dougal when he tried to… rape him when he was seventeen.”

He admitted with strain. Jaxon gaped at him.

Deimos: “Also, I… I never had sex before. And neither has he.”

He confessed. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose surprisingly.

Jaxon: “Why the fuck would he think about that fat whale while he’s with you?! Are you a loser fat whale rapist?! Hell no! Don’t tell me you’re holding off on sex because of THAT thing!”

He replied. Deimos nodded.

Deimos: “I know I dated Ivy for a few years, but we never had sex. In fact…, Ivy did everything she could to turn me off.”

He complained and drained his soda.

Jaxon: “Why the fuck did you date her for years?! How?!”

He asked. Deimos cleared his throat.

Deimos: “Tristan left to go to law school for years. Ivy’s then-boyfriend, Larry, cheated on her with Bobby, and Ivy whined to me about it. She then said she crushed on me and… it sort of happened after Larry didn’t take her to her prom and I did instead. We dated, she moved in, and it was the most miserable four years of my life. Why didn’t I leave? I guess because I invested so much time into her and her non-stop whining that I felt I would waste it if I left, and it would be for nothing?”

He drew a rough breath and shrugged.

Deimos: “Then one day, Ivy had a talk with me about ending it, and I agreed. I didn’t give a shit. She crushed on Tristan, and I think Tristan did like her back until Ivy screamed at him for missing a stupid lunch date, and here we are. Yeah, Ivy is attractive, don’t get me wrong, but she’s the biggest pain in the ass you will have the displeasure of knowing.”

He concluded with a growl.

Jaxon: “So, you didn’t even love her. You just dated her in the meantime because you thought you couldn’t be with Tristan?”

He asked. Deimos paused and nodded.

Deimos: “...Yes. That’s a succinct summary of whatever you want to label what our relationship was.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Deimos: “It’s water under the bridge, and one of my biggest regrets.”

He bowed his head.

Jaxon: “Why do you waste your time, man?”

He asked him.

Jaxon: “Why did you waste four years on her, and why are you wasting your time worrying instead of having sex with Tristan?”

He asked him. Deimos froze and gaped at him. He blinked and looked away.

Deimos: “That is a good question. I think I did that because I didn’t want to invest my time into nothing and have my suffering mean nothing in the end.”

He replied evenly.

Jaxon: “Yeah, but you’re making yourself suffer more by staying longer. What’s the point in that?”

He replied. Deimos gazed at him and smiled a bit.

Deimos: “You’re right. I can’t go back and change the past, but you’re right.”

He said earnestly.

Jaxon: “Then stop dwelling on the past!”

He exclaimed. Deimos nodded in agreement.

Deimos: “Hindsight is an interesting thing, isn’t it? You think of things you should have done or said long after the fact.”

He leaned back and gazed up at the stars. Jaxon looked up at the stars.

Jaxon: “What’s the point in that? You can’t change what you said and did in the past. So, move forward.”

He nodded.

Deimos: “I agree with you. Thanks, Jaxon…”

He smiled sincerely.

Deimos: “I’m really glad we’re friends.”

He added. Jaxon smiled at him.

Jaxon: “Me too, man!”

He said sincerely. Deimos returned the smile.

Deimos: “Hey, Jaxon?”

He gazed at him.

Jaxon: “Yes, Deimos?”

He laughed.

Deimos: “So, uh, do you want to have Easter Dinner with Tristan and me? You and Celeste? I don’t want to have dinner with my parents.”

He raked his fingers through his hair.

Deimos: “Victor won’t be around; he’s still at nude camp.”

He added. Jaxon laughed.

Jaxon: “Of course, I’d be delighted!”

He grinned at him. Deimos rose.

Deimos: “Thanks, Jaxon.”

He nodded and smiled at him. Deimos wrapped his arms around Jaxon and hugged him. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose, and he hugged him back.

~

Later that night, Jaxon was walking with Deimos after they went to 7-Eleven to his house. Deimos grimaced when he saw his father’s dark red 1987 Rolls-Royce in the driveway. Deimos’ Siamese cat, Misty, was on the lawn with a frog in her mouth.

They saw a short, fat Greek woman sitting on the bench in the front patio. She has long, blue-black wavy hair, a Greek nose, and red cat-eye glasses over her violet eyes. She wore an orange cardigan over a dark orange scoop neck top, a long billowing dark orange skirt, and dark orange bangles on her wrists. She was Konstantina Katsarou, Deimos and Lazaros’ mother.

Deimos: “Hey, Mom.”

He waved a bit. Konstantina looked at Deimos.

Konstantina: “Deimaki Mou!”

She rose to Deimos and hugged him.

Konstantina: “So nice to see you. Would you get that frog out of Misty’s mouth?”

She pointed to Misty eating it.

Deimos: “It’s dead, Mom.”

He bowed his head.

Jaxon: “Yo, I’m Jaxon!”

He smiled and waved.

Konstantina: “Oh, hello! You must be Deimos’ friend! So nice for him to have friends!”

She sighed.

Giorgos stepped out, wearing a dark red velvet sports jacket, a black pressed shirt, a black cravat tucked in his shirt, black trousers, and black loafers with a gold clasp.

Giorgos: “Good evening, Jiro.”

He said to Jaxon.

Jaxon: “Actually, it’s Jaxon now.”

Giorgos: “Don’t talk back to me, young man.”

He said sharply.

Giorgos: “And to you, too, Deimos! Did you two boys have fun?”

He managed a strained smile.

Jaxon: “Yeah, we had a great night!”

He grinned at Deimos.

Deimos: “Yeah, we did!”

He nodded.

Giorgos: “So, Jiro, I was speaking to your father a few minutes ago. What else did you two boys do?”

He asked with some sharpness. Deimos raised his head at his father and shifted his eyes.

Deimos: “We watched a crappy movie.”

Giorgos: “Don’t you DARE lie to me, Deimos!”

He shook his forefinger at Deimos. Lazaros was out on his lawn and watched them.

Giorgos: “Hiroto told me you and Jiro were speeding down the road and you two got a SPEEDING TICKET!”

He bellowed at Deimos. Deimos’ eyes grew large, and he drew back a bit. Konstantina cupped her mouth. Jaxon blinked mutely.

Konstantina: “Deimaki Mou! Why did you do that?”

She asked softly.

Deimos: “We were watching this crappy movie because Massacre Midnight was sold out and the race looked fun and it was!”

He said slowly and with some edge in his tone.

Jaxon: “So what? It’s not like we were knocking up some dumb girls and hanging around gentleman’s clubs.”

He shrugged. Giorgos glanced at Jaxon.

Giorgos: “Ah, about that. She lost the baby anyway.”

He said to Jaxon.

Jaxon: “So? He still did it anyway.”

Giorgos: “You are paying for the fine yourself, Deimos. I am NOT paying it for you!”

Deimos: “I wasn’t asking you to!”

He snapped back. Giorgos slapped Deimos. Konstantina gasped and cupped her mouth. Lazaros cupped his chin and looked away. Deimos glared at Giorgos with rage and tears in his eyes. Jaxon glared at Giorgos, empathizing with Deimos.

Deimos: “WHAT ABOUT YOU, FATHER?! DID YOU TELL MOM AND LAZAROS THAT YOU AND HIROTO GO TO STRIP CLUBS IN LITTLE TOKYO!?”

He bellowed through hot tears. Jaxon smirked and folded his arms across his chest. Konstantina cupped her mouth with both hands. Lazaros gaped at his father. Giorgos’ jaw dropped.

Giorgos: “D-Deimos, I don’t know what you and Jiro cooked up, but… th-that’s a lie and you boys know it!”

He stammered and shook his forehead. Jaxon nodded with him.

Deimos: “It’s NOT! Jaxon and I saw you BOTH come out of that hostess club, and you told him and me not to tell our mothers!”

He barked.

Jaxon: “That’s RIGHT!”

Konstantina’s bottom lip trembled. Lazaros gaped at his father.

Lazaros: “Is this true, Father? Are you going with Jaxon’s father to strip clubs?!”

He asked as his voice rose.

Giorgos: “I don’t know what these two boys are talking about! THEY DID IT and are blaming their dear old dads!”

He laughed nervously. Jaxon gaped at him and laughed.

Jaxon: “Yeah, my dear old dad who was seen fucking some dumb girl and got her pregnant. Totally not his MO at all to go to a place like that.”

He fired back.

Deimos: “I never went to a strip club in my fucking life!”

He snapped. Jaxon nodded.

Jaxon: “Why the fuck would we go to a strip club? He’s got Tristan, and I got Celeste.”

Lazaros: “Father, what is going on here? Deimos is not a liar, and Jaxon is not that creative to concoct such a scheme. I know Jaxon withholds a lot, but he’s not a liar.”

He said firmly. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose surprisingly.

Konstantina: “Giorgos, please tell me this is a misunderstanding!”

She cried. Giorgos glared at both Deimos and Jaxon.

Giorgos: “You two believe these boys?!”

He laughed nervously.

Konstantina: “Deimos never lied, and you know that!”

She sobbed.

Konstantina: “I have been depressed for years, Giorgo,s and you never do anything to help me! You throw luxury trips and yachts, but I need you by my side!”

She bawled.

Giorgos: “Darling, why are you believing those boys!? LOOK AT THEM! They’re lazy, slackers who are aimless in life! They’re both nothing like their brothers!”

He laughed awkwardly.

Jaxon: “Sorry, I couldn’t be a psychopath murderer.”

He huffed.

Lazaros: “This doesn’t make what Deimos and Jaxon said any less credible, Father.”

He glared at him.

Giorgos: “Darling, you’re tired and you need rest! Deimos and Jiro are liars! They will never amount to anything other than being lazy slackers with no goals other than to be leeches on society!”

Deimos glared at his father with rage.

Deimos: “You ALWAYS said this to me! My band WAS selling well until Makayla turned out to be a fat feeder fetishist nutjob! Well, whatever! Jaxon and I are making our own band now, and it will be better!”

He snapped at him.

Giorgos: “A band that will get nowhere when two lazy men are running it!”

He spat at Deimos. Jaxon gaped at him.

Deimos: “Lazy?! You had others dig up ONE coin and become instantly rich, Father! It’s akin to winning the lottery as Fen Huang did!”

He fired back with fury.

Giorgos: “Don’t you EVER compare to that lowlife scum! He runs a brothel and beats women!”

He countered.

Tristan and Celeste came walking down the road with Celeste holding tons of bags from the shops, and the two stopped at Deimos’ lawn. Ashley sauntered onto the lawn and looked up at Lazaros and the commotion, holding his hand. Lazaros patted Ashley’s hand, wishing they didn’t have to see this.

Konstantina: “And maybe you will be a client at his brothel?! Will Deimos find you and Hiroto coming out of his brothel one day!?”

She sobbed into her hands.

Konstantina: “Giorgos, I could die from a broken heart! Losing our daughter was bad enough, but this is pouring salt in the wound, and I can’t take it!”

She sobbed and sank to the floor. Giorgos knelt to her.

Giorgos: “Darling, I have never been unfaithful to you! Deimos and Jiro are manipulative liars! I would never do that! They’re liars!”

Konstantina collapsed on the ground, convulsing. Jaxon cupped his mouth.

Giorgos: “Darling?! Darling?!”

He patted Konstantina’s head. Deimos rushed to his mother.

Deimos: “MOM!”

Giorgos shoved Deimos away.

Giorgos: “Get the Hell away from me! You and Jiro make me sick!”

He snapped. Monica rushed out.

Giorgos: “Monica, call an ambulance! Jiro and Deimos did this to my wife!”

He cried.

Jaxon: “What?! Fuck off, YOU did this!”

He snapped at him, standing by Deimos.

Lazaros: “Father, please stop this now! They did not!”

Giorgos froze and he glared at Lazaros. When Lazaros saw him glaring, he drew back and bowed his head. Ashley knit their eyebrows and squeezed Lazaros’ hand. Lazaros held Ashley close.

Ashley: “He’s right! They’re innocent!”

They cried.

Tristan: “Giorgos, if this is about what I think it is, YOU caused this.”

He said firmly.

Giorgos: “Tristan, go tend to your crybaby father and strange grandparents! Don’t you have better ways to waste your time?!”

He snapped. Tristan narrowed his eyes at him. Deimos glared at his father and clenched his fists.

Tristan: “Giorgos, do not make me angry.”

He said coolly.

Giorgos: “I always hated how smug you are and what a know-it-all prick you are, not unlike Basile Bellegarde’s son, Fabien!”

He barked at him. Deimos saw red and stood in front of Tristan.

Deimos: “Say whatever you want to me, Father… YOU NEVER INSULT HIM! YOU STAY AWAY FROM TRISTAN!”

He bellowed at him and braced his legs apart.

Deimos: “Slap me all you fucking want, Father! I will fight you to the death if you insult or lay a hand on Tristan!”

He seethed and put his hands up.

Monica: “Please, gentlemen! Mrs. Katsarou needs you right now!”

She said pleadingly, flailing her hands around.

~

The ambulance loaded Konstantina into the truck on a gurney. Celeste, Jaxon, Deimos, Tristan, Lazaros, and Ashley all watched.

Celeste: “Why didn’t you heal her, Deimos?”

Deimos: “Because you can’t exactly heal someone who is acting, and I don’t want to disclose my powers to my family.”

He bowed his head.

Deimos: “I fucking hate my father.”

Tristan wrapped his arms around Deimos.

Lazaros: “So… Father was seen coming out of a strip club with Jaxon’s father?”

Deimos: “Yes. The two of them bribed us not to tell our mothers. I didn’t say anything until now because I didn’t give a shit. But Hiroto told him about Jaxon’s and my speeding ticket, and used us as his emotional punching bag.”

He drew a rough breath. Jaxon rolled his eyes.

Jaxon: “They’re both just miserable and bored.”

He huffed.

Tristan: “Speeding ticket?”

Deimos nodded. Jaxon shrugged.

Deimos: “Massacre Midnight was sold out so Jaxon and I watched a crappy sex comedy with a drag race. It looked fun and we did it. It was fun.”

Tristan: “I see. Well, at least I wasn’t with you. I couldn’t stomach that.”

He shuddered. Deimos smiled and wrapped his arms around Tristan.

Deimos: “I know, Tristan, I will always be delicate and gentle with you.”

He said softly. Tristan shivered, blushed, and smiled.

Celeste: “A drag race?”

She asked with a grin. Jaxon laughed.

Jaxon: “Yeah, babe, sorry you missed the excitement.”

He draped his arm around her.

Celeste: “I would have LOVED to have been there!”

She purred, tracing her nails on his chest. Jaxon shivered and grinned at her, kissing her. She kissed him back.

~

In Ichiro’s home office, he sat at his desk, glaring at a letter from Tristan’s office stating that Chiyo Tachibana’s will is being contested, due to her new “will” suspected of being fraudulent. He clenched onto the letter with rage, digging his fingertips in. He opened the phone book, flipped through pages, and saw an ad for “Trémaux Law Office” with Tristan’s picture.

Ichiro: “So, Jiro, this is your little lawyer, eh? I’ll make something especially for him and you then.”

He growled.

~

When Celeste and Jaxon arrived home, she presented him with a new maneki neko statue she bought while shopping with Tristan.

Jaxon: “Oh fuck yeah, this is so FACEROCK! Thanks, babe!”

He grinned and kissed her. She kissed him back.

Celeste: “Yeah, Tristan and I went shoppin’, and I bought you this since Gloria broke the last one!”

Jaxon frowned and laughed bitterly when he thought of her family. She bit her bottom lip and smirked at him.

Celeste: “I got ya something else, too.”

She purred and trailed her nails on his chest.

Jaxon: “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

He grinned at her.

She held up her forefinger and went into their bedroom. She then came out wearing a sheer black short nightgown with black lace trim and a tiny pair of black lace panties hugging her hips. The nightgown showed her curvy body and large breasts, and brown tips. She pinned him with a half-lidded stare as she ran her hands down her curvy body and cupped her large breasts. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose, and so did something else in his pants. He blushed and grinned widely at the sight of her.

Jaxon: “This is the best surprise yet.”

He purred, placing his hands on her hips and running them down her body. Celeste’s nipples were taut when she saw him reddening. She bit her bottom lip and unbuttoned Jaxon’s shirt, and brushed it off him. She flicked her gaze on his hardness through his pants and ran her nail over it. Jaxon bit his lip and reddened when he felt her hand caressing his hardness.

She smirked and took his hands, leading them to their bedroom.

Celeste: “And that’s not at all…”

She purred. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose.

Jaxon: “There’s more?!”

He grinned. She nodded, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and slid them off his hips down to his feet. She lay him on the bed, taking one of his wrists and tying it to the bedpost, and doing the same to the other. Jaxon let her take the reins; he wanted to see where she was going with this. He looked up at his hands.

Jaxon: “What, no hands? I can’t touch you?”

He laughed. Celeste grinned at him.

Celeste: “Not yet…”

She said softly, pressing her forefinger on his nose and sliding it down to his lips. Jaxon chuckled and smiled at her.

She reached over to her pillow and pulled out an electric face scrubber.

Jaxon: “The heck is that? You gonna scrub my face or something?”

He teased and laughed. Celeste threw her head back and laughed.

Celeste: “Hehehehehe, no!”

She turned it on and it made a whirring sound. She leaned back, snaking her arm around his ankles, and scrubbed his feet.

Jaxon: “HhahAHAHAHAH AHHOHOHOHO HAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He threw his head back and laughed. She grinned and moaned at his laughter. She licked his feet and scrubbed all over them with the electric face scrubber.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAH EHEHEHEHEH EHEHE EHE AHAH AHAHAH EHEHEH!”

He shivered all over the warm wet of her tongue. Celeste turned the scrubber on full speed, scrubbing all over his feet and licking his toes.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHEEH EHEH GHAHGOHOHOHOHOHO HOH OhAHEHEHEEEHEHE!”

He burst out laughing, squirming around. Celeste smirked and resumed scrubbing his feet, and kissed each of his toes.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEEHAH AH HHOHOHOHO HAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

He cried with tears streaming down his red cheeks.

Celeste stopped tickling his feet and turned off the scrubber. She crawled up to him, kissed him, and untied his wrists. Jaxon panted, catching his breath, and he kissed her back. She pressed her boobs against his bare chest and smirked up at him. Jaxon pressed his face between her boobs and happily sighed between mountains of paradise. Celeste shook her big boobs between his face. She trailed her nails down his neck and over his biceps.

Celeste: “You know…”

She began as her nails trailed over his chest and down to his abs. Jaxon shivered at her touch.

Celeste: “I could eat candies off your feet.”

She bit her bottom lip.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, really now? Watch out, Ivy will tell you off for not eating off a plate!”

He teased and laughed.

Celeste: “Fuck what she thinks. Your feet are sexy as fuck… and so is the man they belong to.”

She winked.

Jaxon: “I know!”

He grinned at her and winked.

She smirked and tickled his ribs.

Jaxon: “HahaahAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”

He laughed and squirmed. She stopped tickling him.

Celeste: “I love how ticklish you are.”

She whispered in his ear.

Jaxon: “Speak for yourself!”

He teased her, grabbing her boobs and tickling them. Celeste burst out laughing.

Celeste: “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!”

She laughed and her boobs shook as she squirmed. Jaxon snickered and grinned at her. He wrapped his arms around her, and they kissed. She held his head to her boobs.

Jaxon kissed her boobs. Celeste lay back and lifted her nightgown, baring her large breasts. Jaxon grabbed her boobs and held her close to him, rubbing his face in her bosom. Celeste moaned.

Celeste: “Like that, do you?”

She smirked.

Jaxon: “Oh yes!”

He purred and motorboated her boobs. Celeste threw her head back and laughed.

Celeste: “Hehehehehahahahahaha!”

She wrapped her arms around him. Jaxon smiled at her and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her. She smiled and kissed him back.

~

That night, Jaxon and Celeste were sleeping in their bed. Jaxon was turned over, his back facing Celeste. Celeste lay on her back with her hands up like a cat sleeping on their back with their paws up. A shadow loomed over her.

Ichiro stood over Celeste, gazing at her sleeping. Such beauty and such grace, he thought. He slowly pulled down the sheets and breathed heavily, seeing her breasts through her nightgown. He was inches toward her face, breathing on her and slowly pulling down her nightgown, showing her bare breasts. He panted heavily and cupped them. Celeste groaned in her sleep.

Jaxon rolled over in his sleep with a dazed smile and reached over to cup her breasts. Instead of her soft flesh, he felt something else that unnerved him, causing him to jolt out of his sleep. He saw Ichiro standing over them, holding their hands all over her breasts.

Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCK, ICHIRO?!”

He rasped, shooting out of bed and lunging at him. Ichiro jumped back from him, knocked the floor lamp over, where it smashed on the floor, and glared at him.

Ichiro: “Why would you interrupt what I was doing to that fine specimen, Jiro?”

He smirked at him. Jaxon glared at him and shielded Celeste from him.

Jaxon: “She’s NOT your specimen. She’s MY green queen! Back the fuck off!”

He snapped and spat at him.

Ichiro: “Or what, Jiro? It doesn’t matter. I will have a new friend for you and your lawyer to play with. We’ll see how far you two get. Sayonara.”

He smirked and pressed something on his ear to teleport himself away. Celeste turned over and stretched with her arms up.

Jaxon: “FUCKING ICHIRO!”

He rasped.

Celeste groaned and fluttered her eyes.

Celeste: “Jax? What’s wrong?”

She asked wearily.

Jaxon: “That fucker was here for you, babe!”

He held her close. Celeste held him.

Celeste: “Who? Ichiro?”

She asked and saw that her nightgown was pulled off. She inhaled sharply, trying to process this. She ground her eyes with her fists. Jaxon nodded intently.

Jaxon: “I can’t believe you slept through all that…”

He said with a worried look on his face. She nodded and embraced herself.

Celeste: “I’m sorry. I’m a sound sleeper.”

She looked away and rested her head on his chest.

Celeste: “Thanks, Jax. How did he get into the house, though? We lock it up every night, and nothing is broken, except that lamp. I’m glad he didn’t hurt you.”

She looked up at him. Jaxon cupped her cheek.

Jaxon: “He’s got some teleportation thing. I won’t let him hurt you or take you!”

He promised her. Celeste looked away and knit her eyebrows when he mentioned the device, recalling some memories of her childhood. She looked up at him and threw her arms around him.

Celeste: “I know, Jaxon…”

She whispered in his ear. Jaxon shivered, and the two deeply kissed.