I’m a cocksucker, I realize. I reallylovesucking cock.
“You’re such a slut for it,” Reid says, as if reading my thoughts. I kiss his tip too.
“Dude’s getting hard again,” Miles points at Reid’s dick, amused. “Is our youngest still going through puberty?”
Reid shoves him—half-hearted, too fucked-out to put real effort into it—and Miles collapses onto the bed beside me, laughing. Reid follows, his body heavy and warm against my other side, his arm slung over my waist possessively.
I’m sticky with sweat and cum, my dick sore, my hole throbbing, and I’ve never been fucking happier.
20 Loads
Look, it’s not easy to have a Serious Relationship Announcement in a house full of idiots.
It’s been fourteen days since the park. Fourteen days since Miles threw punches and Reid kicked a guy’s ribs in.
The doll’s been retired. Not permanently—they made that clear—but no more parks, no more strangers, no more cruising for random guys to use me. That was Grant’s call, actually. He brought it up at breakfast two days after The Incident, coffee in hand, still in his boxers.
“No more randos,” he said. “Someone else shows up thinking they can put hands on Kit like that, next time Miles might actually kill someone.”
Miles was at the table, not looking up. His knuckles were still bandaged.
“I wouldn’t kill anyone.”
“You would,” Reid countered from his seat. “I’d help.”
They looked at each other, and shared a ‘hell, yeah, we would’look.
Always weird to see them agreeing to things.
Now it’s Sunday morning.
I’m sandwiched between Miles and Reid on the couch. One of my legs is draped over Reid’s lap while Miles has his arm across the back of the couch, his fingers playing with the hairs at my nape. We’ve been doing this for two weeks now. This quiet version of a relationship. Just them, me, and the weird little domestic bubble we’ve built.
But Grant’s been making this face more and more lately, like heknows. Finn’s been opening his mouth to say something, and then closing it. I think he knows too.
So yeah. Time to rip the band-aid off.
“We’re together,” I announce suddenly. “Reid, Miles and I are together.”
The living room goes quiet for exactly one and a half seconds.
Then Finn explodes.
“I knew it!” He launches off the other couch. “I fucking knew it! Grant you owe me twenty bucks! I told you. I said—”
“When did I even bet against you?” Grant says from the recliner. He’s got his coffee mug in one hand and his phone in the other. He looks like he wants to throw them both at Finn. “I said it wasobvious.”
Walker is just staring at us with his mouth slightly open. He’s holding a Pop-Tart halfway to his face—unfrosted, because he’s a psychopath.
“Hold on,” he says slowly. “Hold the entire fuck on. You’re telling me that for the past two weeks you were banging these two dipshits and you didn’t think to include me?”
Miles raises one eyebrow. “Dude, we’re telling you we’re together. As inboyfriends.”
“Yeah?!” Walker says like ‘duh?’ “I feel like I should be Kit’s boyfriend at this point too.”
Grant chokes on his coffee.
Finn makes a sound like a deflating balloon, and sits down again.
