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This couple is nothing like them. The wife likes to watch as I suck off her husband. And he likes to watch as I spank her ass and call her abad girl. But then that’s it. They both get off (I don’t), and they leave happy. I get paid, and it’s fine.
Everything is fine.
Except Briar and Caleb are everywhere I turn. When it’s another woman with her lips around my cock, I see Briar. When I’m kissing another man, it’s Caleb’s warm tongue I feel.
I knew it was reckless to get into bed with those two. Everything was so personal and real.
And I want more, which is stupid. And dangerous.
I’m going to get all attached to them, and then it’s going to end, and I’ll have that shit to deal with. Right now, that’s the last thing I need. It’s bad enough I’m dealing with being homeless and my dad dying in some nursing home.
Now, I have to worry about getting my stupid, fucking heart broken.
Get your shit together, Dean.
This is why I don’t do relationships.
But whenever I try to focus at work, my mind returns to them.
How Caleb is clearly covering up his own sexuality just because he’s married to a woman.
My underwear in his pocket? He can’t tell me that was an accident.
What I don’t understand is, if Caleb is harboring some deep, hidden desires, then why was he such an asshole to me and Isaac all those years ago? Especially when I thought he’d be the most supportive, was that part of his own personal biphobia?
I know people who struggle with their own identity can be the ones throwing stones at others, but that’s not the vibe I get from Caleb. I just don’t understand.
My shift runs late Saturday night, and I don’t end up getting home until three in the morning. Which means I sleep half the day away on Sunday. Around noon, I wake to a soft knock on my door.
Climbing off the couch in a pair of basketball shorts, I go to the door without a shirt on, expecting it to be Briar or Caleb. But when I open it and find Abby, I glare down at her in confusion.
“Hi,” she says, swaying as if she can’t hold still. “I threw up.”
“Gross,” I reply. “Just now?” With a look of disgust on my face, I glance around the stairs to see if there’s a mess I have to call her parents to clean up.
“No,” Abby says, hanging on the railing. “Yesterday.”
“Did you come over here just to tell me that?”
She coughs. “Yeah.”
“You’re not going to throw up now, are you?”
Wiping her nose, she shakes her head up at me. “I feel better.”
“Good,” I reply. Glancing around the yard, I look for Briar and Caleb, but there’s no sign of them. “Where are your parents?”
“They fell asleep while we were watchingFrozen.”
“They did?” I smirk down at her. “Did you keep them up all night?”
“Yeah.” Then, without a pause, she adds, “I’m hungry. Do you have any snacks?” She’s practically hanging upside down on the railing as she talks.
“Depends,” I reply, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Are you going to throw up in here?”
Hopping down, she stares up at me with bright eyes. “No, I promise. I feel all better now, and Mommy said my fever was gone.”
With a sigh, I press the door open. “Fine. Come in.”
