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“So bossy.” He stuffs more shirts in the bag, concentrating for about two minutes before he speaks up again. “Can I have an office?”
“Don’t you have one of those already?”
“Not for my job, job, although I’m not giving up on the work from home idea. For my hobby job, helping local bands.”
I’ve been so focused on my recovery I forgot all about that passion of his, which makes me feel like shit. I know how much he likes working with bands–one of the first conversations we had was when I ran into him at a concert and he showed me what he was doing with his video equipment–and he hasn’t been to a concert since he started crashing at my place.
“You haven’t missed any work because of me, have you?”
“It’s not work, it’s a hobby. And no, I haven’t missed any. I’ve missed several shows while I was taking care of your ass, but since that ass is now mine I’ll forgive you.” He cracks one of those shirts on my backside before tucking it into the bag.
I throw a pair of socks at his head. “Yes, you can have an office. If you take me to the concerts with you.”
“Um duh. My famous boyfriend is my backstage ticket, so of course you’re going with me. I might even add that to my list of live-in-boyfriend requirements. It'd be a shame for me not to meet fancy people because my fancy boyfriend isn't there to flex his name.”
“So, you’re just using me for my celebrity access?”
“And your big fat cock.” He flings the socks at my crotch, but I catch them before they hit the target and put them in the bag. “Fucking goalies,” he mutters.
“Hey now. It’s a good thing my reflexes are so fast, otherwise with your aim you might jeopardize the morning, noon and night sex you’re counting on.”
“Omigosh” Tripp’s eyes go comically wide. “I don’t know why I never thought of this before, but you literally put your body in front of flying objects. What happens if you take a puck to the dick?”
Of course that’s his biggest concern. “I wear protection.”
“Yes, but how much can those pads really protect you? I don’t like the idea of my most prized possession being in the line of fire. I mean, I’m happy to kiss it all better if it gets hit, but I don’t think my kisses can fix a bent carrot.”
“Bent carrot?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Haven’t you ever seen the commercials?” He rolls his eyes. “Penile trauma is a thing. They can give you medicine, but I’m not sure that’s a cure. Your cock fits in me perfectly, and I’d prefer not to mess with perfection.”
“Perfection, huh?” I stifle a laugh. “And here I thought your cock was your most prized possession?”
He waves a hand dismissively. “It’s more of a tie at this point. I mean, I guess I could exclusively top, but I really do like to switch. How close are you to retirement? I’m not sure how long I can live with the stress of you suffering permanent damage.”
Knowing Tripp, I have no doubt he’s legitimately concerned about the well-being of my penis. But I suspect that pales in comparison to what’s really going on in his head, and this little rant is his way of coping with whatever’s on his mind.
“Are you having second thoughts about moving in?” I ask.
“What?” He feigns ignorance.
“You’re rambling even more than usual. Why are you freaking out?”
“The fact that you know I’m freaking out, for starters,” he mumbles.
“And?” I take a seat on the bed and pull him onto my lap.
Tripp rests his head on my chest, I think so he doesn’t have to look at me. “Since running into my parents, I’ve been remembering little things about living with them. Like how they’d complain that I was too loud. Or too messy. Or always in the way. And I know that I was probably just a normal kid and not doing anything wrong, but… I haven’t lived with anyone since then…”
“You’re worried I might say the same things?” I rub my hand along his spine.
“Yeah. And I know that’s stupid because I’ve been staying with you for a month already and you haven’t said anything like that, but if you did I could always come back here.”
I kiss the top of his head. “And you’re afraid of not having a place to retreat to if something goes wrong.”
He relaxes against my chest. “Yeah.”
“You know moving in with me doesn’t mean you have to give this place up. I never want you to feel trapped.”
