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“What is splooge, young man?” Marta asks, and I hear the squealing of the hearing aids in the corner. The man has turned them up and they’re interacting with the vents—a nice and off-tune melody.
“It’s cum,” I explain, and she snorts.
“Cum? From your penis?” she asks.
My cheeks heat, and I shake my head and then nod. “Well, not mine, but yes. A penis.”
She huffs and folds her arms across her chest. “Young man, that’s a biohazard.”
I gape and Alec is nearly doubled over, laughing hysterically. Well, he shouldn’t be when it’s his splooge all over this damn thing. And since when do dry cleaners not clean up cum? That’s not a thing.
“That’s…it’s a natural bodily function,” I huff, and Marta growls at me.
“I will not clean up yoursploogie.”
I gasp and turn to Alec who is nearly on the floor, wheezing. Well, fuck him and his bean bag full of cum. I grab on to it and move toward the door, stumbling slightly at the weight of it and then getting it stuck in the door. Alec is barely breathing at this point, tears flowing freely down his face.
I’m never going to lick his butt crack again.
Well, I will. But not for a while. I’ll make him pay for this.
I stumble out of the door, falling onto the bean bag, right in his crusty mess, and I gasp when people on the sidewalk stare at me. Alec isnohelp. He’s still cackling away inside the dry cleaners, snorting and coughing. I grumble, standing up, and kicking at the bean bag. I hate it. I should just leave it for the raccoons. They wouldn’t mind his cum. They’d probably love it.
“Baby,” Alec says, stumbling out of the store, rubbing at his eyes. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are twinkling. It’s not hot at all.
“I’m not your baby,” I hiss, huffing grumpily. “I hate you.”
He snorts again and sighs, hiccupping slightly. He looks damn good like this. Damn fucking good.
“You like me, so fucking much. I’m sorry I laughed, but that was so fucking funny.”
I glower at him and then point at the bean bag. “I’m gonna leave this here for the birds. That’s what you get.”
“Alright, well, we can totally do that. Or we can bring it home and clean it with soap and water like I wanted to do in the first place.”
I sniff and glance away. “Fine. But you can carry it. I’m not touching it. Marta says it’s a biohazard.”
“A biohazard you had in your mouth earlier.”
I gape as he chuckles, grabbing the beanbag and placing it over his shoulder. He walks it to the car like it’s no big deal. My eyes fall to his bulging biceps, and I hate that my cock twitches in my pants.
I’m not going to let him do anything gay to me again.
I’m completely mortified. The whole town will be talking about the sploogie bean bag before long. I’m going to be infamous and it wasn’t even my cum to begin with. I was just trying to be nice. I was trying to be thoughtful.
“I am never sucking your dick again,” I murmur.
Alec snorts and glances over at me. “We’ll see, Jude.”
And then he links his fingers through mine.
I focus on that, on the warmth of his hand in mine, and bite back a sigh. When we get back to his place, he drags the bean bag inside and scrubs the stains off with soap and water, then sets it out to dry. I’m mildly helpful, mostly just watching his ass whilehe works. I give him an eight out of ten for effort and a ten out of ten for being attractive while doing it.
“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” Alec asks when he’s done. I shrug, not quite sure. I mean, I guess I could have plans with him, but I don’t want to seem desperate.
“Well, I was going to see if Wesley and Simon were going to come see us. Should probably text them and see what their plans are.”
Alec nods. “Go on. Text them.”
