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When I volunteered to help him out with his ankle and made arrangements to work from his place, I didn’t think I’d see as much of him as I did. I figured he’d watch TV or read while I was a good little worker bee, and I’d pop up to get him snacks and shit when he asked so he wouldn’t have to walk. I didn’t expect him to take an interest in my projects and sit by my side while I worked on them, oohing and aahing over my designs and even brainstorming ideas with me. The man may be a jock but he’s no dud in the creative department, and while I love my job to begin with, he made it more fun.
Now that I’m back in the office, sitting alone, I feel antsy. I can’t explain it, but I miss the back and forth we had, and I keep looking at the clock to see when I can leave. Time to bother Xander, since pestering him often rejuvenates me.
“I’m in literal heaven. Noah loves dick,” I confess as I plop my ass on the corner of his desk.
Even though he’s clearly skeptical about the big guy and I playing footsy with our dicks, it’s sort of tradition for me to exploit my exploits, and now that our secret’s out I see no reason why I can’t gift Xander with some of the saucy details, which… Dear Lord.
I’ve been ‘taking care of’ Noah for almost two weeks and he’s slightly more mobile now. Even though I've started working in my office again, I’m still staying at his place every night. In his bed. Where he makes sure I’m thoroughly exhausted by the time I fall asleep, and sometimes again when I wake up. It’s like I’ve got my own personal sex doll. Or dildo. Or… Cock worshiper sounds obnoxious, but it’s not entirely inaccurate given his fascination with my junk.
“Yes, I sort of assumed that since you’re dating,” Xander says blandly.
“Fucking,” I correct. “But yes, he loves it.” Ever since he hate-fucked us into the next universe, he’s been greedy for it, coming after me day and night. I suppose a small part of his desperation could be attributed to the kissing, a slip up on my part but one I can’t say I regret. It’s led to more sex, and the big guy is a fantastic kisser.
True, I’m breaking the rules I set for myself, which should be concerning. Prior to Noah, neither kissing nor sleepovers were part of my vocabulary. I know in the long run it will prove to be a bad idea that I’ve let them become habit, but… Sex! Lots and lots of it. In every room, on every surface, and in every position imaginable as long as he can do it without putting weight on his foot.
Have we crossed into friends with benefits territory instead of fuck buddies? Probably. However, I refuse to accept that repeated, mind-blowing orgasms shouldn’t be enjoyed to the fullest, so that’s what I’m doing, even if it means I sometimes, occasionally fall asleep in his arms.
And wake up there.
Naked.
“He can’t stop touching it,” I gush to Xander. “Before we go to bed, first thing when we wake up, in the shower... He even edged me while I was playing video games.”
“I don’t need to know that.” Xander winces slightly and shakes his head.
“Of course, you do, because it’s actually super-hot. Noah’s not a gamer but he said he needed something to do while I play, so I let him hold my dick, which turned into me riding his while I shot up bad guys. And staying focused on the game while you’re getting jerked off and pegged is no easy feat, let me tell you. I did pretty well, though. I only team-killed, like, three guys.”
“TMI.” Xander presses his hands to his ears.
I pull them down with an eye roll. “I listened to all your shit with Niko. The least you can do is listen to mine.”
“I literally never told you anything about our sex life.”
“Which is a travesty since that man is fucking glorious, and you’re only forgiven since it led to me meeting Noah. Did I mention he loves my cock? The other day, he had his head in my lap while we were watching TV, and for no reason at all he just pulled it out and started sucking on it, and…”
“Tripp!” Xander hisses.
“What?” I blink, leaning back slightly since he sort of yelled at me at whisper volume. Xander's gotten frustrated with me before, but he's never yelled. Not once, no matter how much I overshare. Now he’ll never hear the juiciest part of that story, which I was tempted to share. That for some strange reason I was fine with Noah’s head in my lap. I wouldn't have minded even if blow jobs weren't included.
Xander closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger with a heavy sigh. “Do you think Noah would be okay with you telling me all this?”
“I mean, you’re not some random guy, you're his teammate’s boyfriend. Besides, it’s just sex.”
Xander drops his hand and gives me a withering look. “Is it?”
I’m not usually speechless, but my mouth opens and shuts at least three times before I blurt, “Well, what would you call it?”
“Dating.”
My mouth has trouble forming words again. “It’s not dating if you’ve never been on a date.”
“Semantics.”
“Semantics are pretty important, you know. Critical even. And aside from the fact that we haven’t been on a date, I don’t date. So, your definition doesn’t apply.” I’m rambling, but since that’s normal for me I figure he won’t make an issue of it.
“Does cohabitating work better for you?”
I gasp with as much disgust as I can muster. “I would never—”
