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Thursdays are our one consistent time together since both kids have overlapping activities now that school is back in session and they have a more regular schedule. Meg has dance and usually hangs out with her friends after her class, and Owen goes to tae kwon do. Between training and sparring with his competition team, he’ll be busy for at least two hours. Which means for the next two hours, Angel is all mine.
Except they’re later than usual, darn it. I’ve been looking forward to our time together all week. After they ran out on our sleepover last Friday, I’m a weird combination of horny and worried about how they’re doing.
Their loud rap on my door startles me. I lunge for the door, tearing it open, then try to salvage any iota of suaveness by leaning on it as I drink them in. None the worse for wear. Or at least, no worse than usual. Their eyes look as tired as ever and their long hair is unwashed and pulled back into a messy man bun that screams of not enough hours in a day.
They pounce on me, arms around my neck, pulling my face down for a kiss. I smile against their lips, reassured by their eagerness.
“Fuck, I need this tonight, you have no idea,” Angel mumbles as they crowd me up against the hall closet. I barely get the door closed before they’re fishing my dick out of my pants.
“Shit, your hands are cold,” I protest, nudging their hand away from my junk. Angel slumps and I hate myself for the dejected way they won’t quite look at me.
“Sorry,” they mumble, hugging themself.
I pull them into an embrace. “It’s fine, Angel. Let’s get you warmed up first, shall we?” I rub between their legs, making my offer as clear as day. They bite their lip before nodding. I’d like to bite there too. Their makeup emphasizes their more masculine jawline lately. When they haven’t shaved in a few days, I like the feel of their downy soft facial hair. It’s several shades lighter than the dark hair on their head so that it’s not super obvious. They aren’t a fan of that little color quirk, but it’s kind of adorable. Like everything else about them.
“Bed?” Angel asks.
“Yeah.” I sweep my arm toward the stairs and my bedroom.
Angel leads the way. They drop onto my bed, legs splayed wide and watch me with wide, trusting eyes. “How do you want me?”
“All the ways, darling. But let’s start with naked.”
Angel rolls their eyes as they stand to wriggle out of their leggings. Mm, there’s nothing but skin underneath the thin fabric. Their long, flowy shirt brushes their thighs and gives me enticing glimpses of Bitsy with their every movement.
I nudge them back down onto the mattress and kneel between their legs. The position gives me access to kiss all over their inner thighs. I don’t stop teasing them until they beg me to suck them, fingers tangled in my hair.
I take my time slurping them into my mouth. Angel moans, rocking against me. I pin them in place and draw out their pleasure with languid strokes and swirls of my tongue. It takes me a while to realize that the sweet moans have trailed off into snores.
I laugh at the absurdity of them falling asleep with my face buried between their thighs. They mumble a sleepy protest when I get up and tuck them into my bed before setting an alarm and curling up next to them.
They clearly need the sleep, and I’ve been craving their skin against mine. This is almost as good as sex. Sleeping together is one of those little boundaries I rarely cross with hookups. It muddles things, and when I need the comfort of a nice cuddle session, I’ve got Carl..
Sex is easy. Opening up to an emotional connection when I know I can’t be what most people expect from a relationship is more complicated. But Angel hasn’t pushed for ‘more’ and I already cared about them before we started whatever this situationship is between us.
I can hold someone I care about without it meaning anything deeper than that we both needed the contact with another human being. It seems like I’ve barely shut my eyes when the alarm wakes Angel with a start.
“Fuck. I fell asleep?” They blink blearily at me.
I wish I could tuck them into my bed and let them rest for as long as they need. Until the permanent bags under their eyes are gone, at least. But someone has to pick up their kids and it can’t be me. I’m not their boyfriend to step into that partner role and I sure as shit don’t want their kids to get attached when I inevitably have to end this. Bad enough to risk Angel’s heart for my selfishness in holding onto them. I’m not dragging their kids into this. If they’d even allow that.
They shove my shoulder, clearly peeved with me. “Damn it, why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You clearly needed sleep more than a fuck.” I shrug, not the least bit apologetic. It’s not like I was going to shake them awake to insist on getting my dick wet. And they know me better than to think I would by now.
Angel sits up, pressing the heels of their hands to their eyes, and erupts into bitter laughter that sounds on the verge of sobbing. Their shoulders heave and maybe I do feel a little bad that they’re upset, even if I stand by letting them get what rest they could. “Yeah. Well, now I’m not going to get either of those things.”
I pat their back, consoling them awkwardly. “I’m sorry?”
Angel groans and uncovers their face to scowl at me. Damn, I enjoy seeing them fired up and standing their ground, even if it is because I’ve frustrated them. “I thought there was a rule against apologies in this bed?” They sulk, pouting at me.
“That only applies to you.” I boop their nose and capture their lips in a gentle kiss on the lips that I’ve missed getting the chance to kiss properly again until next week.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to offer them help. Whatever they need—as a friend. Except I know most friends don’t offer that sort of blank cheque support to their fuck buddies with no strings or conditions. Getting involved connotes relationship things I’m not prepared to offer anyone, not even Angel. I’m already blurring so many of the lines with them. I can’t.
It kills me to even float my next tentative offer, but if I’m taking up time they need for other things, it might be the best I can give them. “Do we need to take a break?” I rake my fingers through my hair, holding my breath with the hope they’ll refuse.
“No!” Angel’s eyes widen, hurt quickly hidden behind their intensifying scowl. “Please don’t take this away from me, Mathieu Saint John. I’m fine. It’s just rough getting back into the school routine and picking up some extra shifts.”
