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“Yeah, but this is fucking embarrassing. We can just wash it here.”
I stare down at the large cum stain and then back at Alec. “I don’t know, man. You did some Mount Shasta kind of explosion all over this.”
“That’s because your tongue was doing incredible things to my ass. It’s a sign of respect,” he says with a laugh.
I choke a bit and then adjust myself, already getting hard again at the mere mention of it. After that intense rimming session, we snuggled on the bean bag for an hour until Alec made us get up and shower. The entire time, he’d been lying in this cum stain and didn’t say anything. While he was making us something to eat, I decided I’d do something nice for him, you know, for everything.
Now the reality of lugging this huge bean bag across town seems a little embarrassing.
“Cancel the car. We can just wipe it down with soap and water and then flip it upside down.”
“Hell no. I want to do this. For you.”
He stares at me intently and then sighs. “Cancel the car. I’ll drive you to the dry cleaners myself.”
I beam at him and then walk over, pressing a tentative kiss to his cheek.
“Thanks,” I say and he bites down on his bottom lip once more, a habit I find so endearing. Why is he always so fucking hot and adorable at the same time?
“Yeah, anytime.”
He helps me drag the bean bag to his truck and we stuff it inside. I happily buckle in and reach over, turning on some music. I feel like…I feel like Alec is my boyfriend or something, which is silly. But I can’t help that this feels like a relationship, that this is more than just sex.
Not that I’d tell him this. No fucking way.
Instead, I just bob my head to the tunes spilling out of the speakers as we drive into town. And as soon as we park, we lug that giant thing into the small mom-and-pop dry cleaners that has been here since the beginning of time. And I try not to notice that people are stopping to stare.
I think I’m starting to regret my decision to lug this here as I stand in the small shop, staring at the woman behind the counter.
Marta. Ancient Marta.
She’s giving me a stern look, like she is not amused.
“How can I help you?” Marta asks, her dyed brown hair bobbing on top of her head, her wrinkled jowls shaking.
Alec snickers behind me, and I glower at him, eyeing the large splooge stain winking up at me. It’s so bright and white andeverywhere.
Oh my god.
“I um, we have a stain on this bean bag, and I wanted to see if you could get it out.”
Marta leans over the counter and eyes it, her brow furrowing. She has to be at least one hundred, and she looks like she’s never seen a cum stain in her life. Maybe men didn’t cum back in the 1700s. Maybe they had a special device they’d hide it all in. Maybe Victorian men didn’t have balls.
“What is that?”
Alec nudges me, and I scowl at him. “It’s…bodily excretions.”
Alec snorts so loud he could join a pig farm. “Shut up,” I grumble, my lips twitching as I watch Marta’s eyes squint even more. Her glasses fall down her nose and she pushes them back up. She’s really examining this. Like it’s some kind of biological specimen. Well, I guess it is. Sort of.
“What kind of excretions?”
“Splooge,” I whisper, and she tilts her head toward me and barks that she can’t understand.
“He says it’ssplooge,” Alec chimes in, very loudly and most unhelpfully. The old man in the corner of the shop lifts his head and adjusts his hearing aids. “Splooge? What’s that?”
“Oh my god, Alec. Shut up,” I hiss.
I shove at him and he starts to laugh, his eyes crinkling handsomely, his lips pulled back in a sexy smile. Fuck him for being so hot. For making me so goddamn gay.
