Page 45 of Wedding Wrecker

I hear him walk toward me, but I keep staring at the damn piece of silicone he satisfied himself with while he could have been riding my dick reverse cowboy. I inhale, wondering if I can detect the lingering scent of cum, but then he walks in and reaches straight for the toy.

“Oops, you caught me,” Kyle says, pressing the dildo between his pecs. Such a damn tease.

I give him a blank stare. “Did you leave it on purpose?”

“Why would I do that?” he asks with a straight face. He’s got that innocent look perfected. And damn, is he sexy with those doe eyes, pretty lips and masculine face shape.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

“So you can’t afford rent but buy that?” I don’t care what he spends his money on, because I chose to house and feed him, but I can’t stop staring at the thing so close to his nipple.

Kyle sighs. “You know I’m impulsive! And it’s not like I could return it once I removed the packaging!” What he really wants me to think is after I rode it for the first time. I imagine him doing it while I’m at work, slowly lowering himself until the whole shaft is inside him, pressing against his prostate because of that curve.

I might just need a drink first thing in the morning, and why the hell not? It’s not like I’m driving.

I rub my forehead. “It’s irresponsible. Being impulsive is not an excuse.”

“It’s just one dildo,” Kyle says, rolling his eyes. “It’s not made of gold, and it won’t give me an STI.”

I guess it’s better than him fucking guys behind my back while I’m at work. “Keep it to one and save some money.”

Ha! That’s how mature I am. Because this conversation is totally about adult responsibilities and not about him being a horny bottom. I already know I’ll need to jerk off in the shower.

Kyle nods. “That’s sensible. I’ll only buy something more extravagant once I get another job.”

He’s watching me as my face burns.

“Do that.” I say and push him out of the bathroom, because at this pace, he might spot the excitement in my pants. I’m fairly certain there’s a half smile curving his pretty lips when the door shuts, putting a stop to the ridiculous conversation.

I come imagining his tight hole pulling up from the dildo and winking at me, all relaxed and plump from being fucked.

I make the shower cold as punishment.

Washing myself with the broken leg is a pain, but I have a routine now, so I don’t waste any more time and head out to get dressed. Sweatpants are my garment of choice because it’s easier to put them on, but I like to look good, so I’ve picked out a few new ones that fit well. I’ll be stuck with them for the next eight weeks, so I might as well make it count.

I like my T-shirts on the tighter side though and with the weather still chilly, I just wear a jacket or hoodie over them when going outside.

When I open the bedroom door, Jekyll is waiting with a pair of Kyle’s jeans in his mouth and drags them to the bathroom like a good working dog. I have to admit that him being trained to take away laundry is one of the cutest things I’ve seen and one of Kyle’s hacks for an orderly home.

The air is already fragrant with toasted bread, egg, and bacon, so I let Jekyll through and make my way to the living room. I’m still not as adept at using crutches as I’d like to be, but it’s getting better. I’ll probably master the skill by the time I no longer have any use for it. At least I’m getting some weight training out of it, because I can’t make myself go to the gym and endure the humiliation of people staring at me with pity.

When I enter, Kyle’s chopping vegetables by the kitchen counter, dressed in a T-shirt revealing half of his underwear-clad ass. I swear that’s a new pair, but it’s not like I can scold the guy for spending money on something as basic as nice boxer briefs.

“Almost done!” he chirps, moving his hips to the rhythm of the music flowing from my TV.

“Did your pants get lost in the mail?” I raise my eyebrows, but follow the motion of his ass, ready to look away as soon as he turns.

He made me buy a set of two plastic chairs and a worn green table at a garage sale the other day, claiming it will be more convenient for me to sit at until my leg heals. It did only cost twenty bucks, so here I am, sitting at the table he chose. It’s weird, because he barely moved in last week, but also kinda… domestic? Makes it feel more like our home rather than mine.

“They’re both in the laundry,” he says, unfazed, placing the scrambled eggs and coffee on the table alongside necessary sides. “We don’t have plans so I figured I could wash them both at once. You know, save electricity and water."

Too bad he wasn’t saving either when he rode a dildo in the shower.

I need to stop thinking about it.

“I guess if Jekyll decided you need to wash them, then you did.” I smile and shrug, all too eager to eat. “What else can he do that I don’t know about?”

Kyle butters a piece of toast and puts his eggs on top. “Huh. Well, he knows how to dance, and do some basic commands like roll, or play dead, and he can jump into my arms on command. Some agility training too. He just likes being active.”