But it happened anyway. I was drunk and he was high. And instead of bringing him in from the ledge, I gave him the most insane hand job in the existence of the world. And when he came, it was a fountain of cum from the top of a fifteen-story building. It wasn’t until after he was over the fence and kneeling in front of me that I saw if his emissions had intervened on anyone below. Luckily, the alley below was empty. But Endgame’s mouth wasn’t. He put my erection there. I threaded my hands in Endgame’s hair as he took me deeply. He swallowed my passion with only the stars as our witnesses.

We’d laughed later, hard and with tears in our eyes, thinking about his long distance jizzing. Imagining a poor bastard just walking along and getting an epic, unexpected rain shower.

Taylor came back into the room, her arms filled with supplies. She went to the end of the bed and dumped them out. We worked together now, both wearing gloves as we disinfected his wounds and bandaged him up as much as possible.

At one point I watched as Endgame glowered at her. I had a thought right then. Axel began barking in my room, and Taylor excused herself to leave.

Once I was sure that Endgame had ice and warmth in all the right places, I sat on the edge of his bed. “Did you do it on purpose?”

Endgame had his eyes closed. “What?”

“Did you take a bad bet from Julian so they would kick your ass and then I’d have to come get you?” It was the ledge all over again. Endgame’s go-to move. Threaten his own life so I’d keep him in mine.

Instead of answering, Endgame snorted.

I didn’t need confirmation. It was the truth. He was trying to force my hand, always was. Making me prove that I’d drop everything for him. That I could never place my attention anywhere but on him.

And it masqueraded as love. It was desperate. It was immediate. But it rang hollow now. It seemed sad now. That he was willing to constantly take chances with his own safety. Used that recklessness as a weapon.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a few.” I got up, straightened his blanket, and then went to my room.

Taylor was on the bed, rubbing Axel’s belly. “Are you okay?”

I crawled onto the bed and started petting Axel’s big head. “Yeah, I’m good. I think he’ll rest for a little while, then I’ll check on him and make sure he’s still doing well.”

Taylor timed it so that her belly rub worked its way to Axel’s neck and there we held hands. I felt tension release as she worked on him.