Page 18 of Oblivious

“Yeah, probably a good idea. After you,” I say, gesturing toward the bathroom. He eyes me carefully, taking off his belt.

“Don't leave the room. You might think you're fast, but don't forget, burrito, I'm faster.”

Yeah, I'll be running away from him in the future. Will he throw himself on top of me when he finally catches up? Will he tie me up somewhere to keep me from doing it again? My cock twitches. I wait until the water is running before shrugging off my clothes. Cold air pricks at my skin as I walk to the bathroom. Steam is already filling the room and I can see his large silhouette behind the thin beige curtain. Taking a deep breath, I fight through my arousal and think of someone I hate standing in the shower.

Those thoughts only work until I enter the shower and his wet, slick body is all I see. Hard lines I want to trace, curves I want to dip my fingers into, and tensing muscles I want to see working overtime while he fucks me. A slight whimper almost escapes me when he turns around with his eyes closed, sliding his handsthrough his hair, then reaches for his cock. He hasn't noticed I'm here yet, and I'm too curious to see what he'll do next to make him aware.

Titling his head, his teeth sink into his bottom lip and he bucks his hips. His fingers are slick against his bulging veins, sliding up and down. My hole twitches and I tense up, squeezing my cheeks together. It's so hard not to reach out and touch him. Fuck, I want to touch him. With my hands and mouth. Yeah, I like this side of me best. The one who isn't clouded by bad scenarios in his mind and knows what he wants. To only see the good in front of him, while all the bad thoughts, fears, and in between take a back seat.

Stroking himself faster, he pumps into his fist harder and his body trembles. What's he thinking about as he's getting off in the shower? Is he not worried about me coming in here again after yesterday? Maybe he thought I wouldn't because of how at ease I came off. I did go in there yesterday because I was scared, and I'm here today because of curiosity. I was expecting him to wash himself like yesterday, not this. What a great surprise.

“Fuck,” he says quietly as he comes in spurts, his cum almost touching my feet. I have to stop myself from stepping forward. His eyes open and he freezes.

“What the hell?” Muscles in his neck bulge and his jaw clenches. “How long have you been in here?”

“The right amount of time. You know, for a man who lives a life of danger, I thought you'd be good at hearing someone sneaking up behind you.”

“Get out,” he shouts.

“But, I haven't washed myself yet.”

“I don't care. Out. Now.” His eyes are burning with anger and I don't like it directed at me.

“Okay.” Holding my hands up, I step out of the shower and grab a towel on my way back to the room.

Slamming sounds and shouting comes from the bathroom. My heart sinks in my chest. I didn't think I'd ever feel so hurt or scared with him before. Not until I made him angry. Awful and painful, the ugly feeling twists inside me like a spiked key.

I jump when the bathroom door opens and Antonio storms through it. “What the hell was that? Why were you in the shower with me?”

“I thought… You said I should shower too.”

“I didn't mean with me.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You can go in there now. I'm going to make some calls and then get some sleep. You should too. And I don't mean with me.”

“Okay, okay, fine. I'm sorry.”

Grimacing, he tugs on his shirt and approaches the bed farthest from me. Tightening my hands on my towel, I hurry to the shower. I wash my hair and body quickly. Most of my time spent under the water is me resting against the wall and thinking with my eyes closed. The side of me that's hard to live with is back. Slumping over, I take deep breaths, my eyes squeezing tight together. I don't get out until the water's cold and don't put any clothes back on. The fabric of the towel feels irritating against my skin as I'm drying off. He's mad at me. Daddy's mad at me.

Darkness falls over me when I turn the bathroom light off behind me. I feel around for the right bed, resisting the urge to follow Antonio's snores. He said not with him and I can't handle his harsh voice and angry face again. I’m on the wrong side of where I wanted to be earlier. My chest tightens as I climb under the covers of the cold bed, feeling smaller than I am. Even with him so far away, I focus on his sounds, allowing them to wrap around me, and pretend his arms are too. Not because they have to but because they want to.

Six

Antonio

My alarm goes off and what feels like a warm body presses against mine. What the fuck? Darkness greets me as I open my eyes, along with a silhouette of a sleeping body lying in front of me. I told him to stay in his bed. Figures he wouldn't listen. I try to move but my arm is trapped under him. Phillip's ass pushes back hard against my crotch and he makes a soft moan. I bite my tongue as he rubs over my hardening cock.

Yanking my arm away causes him to turn around and snuggle against me. Sighing, I try to pull away again and a soft whimper escapes him. “Tony?” He reaches his hand out, latching on to my arm.

“Yes. Time to get up, burrito. Let go of my arm so I can get dressed.”

He releases his hold and rolls to his back. Sitting on the edge, I turn on the nearby lamp and rub my eyes. My head hurts. I need caffeine, and soon. Especially after everything that's happenedin the last six hours. He stood there watching me get off. I thought it'd help to take the edge off and it did for a little while, but then I fell asleep with the vision of those blue eyes on me as I was coming. I wasn't only angry about him being there; I was also confused as to why it made me hard all over again.

“You were supposed to stay in your own bed,” I say, leaning forward, waiting for my erection to go down before I get up. It's hard to do when I can’t stop hearing his moaning in my head.

“I did. You, on the other hand, did not. Guess you missed me too much.”

Lifting my head, I take in the empty bed in front of me—the one I fell asleep in last night. I got up to go to the bathroom at some point and must have crawled into the wrong bed. It wasn't him this time. Turning around, I pause when I see him stretching out, the sheet falling low on his hips. He runs a hand down his stomach, smiling up at me. “So is that what it was? You missed me?”

I clear my throat and get to my feet. “No. I got in the wrong bed in the middle of the night is all.”

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