They’re drawn up and heavy. Full.

His dick twitches, and extra saltiness floods my mouth. I drag my tongue on the underside of his cock, and he gasps, his legs trembling.

Then he’s coming with a shout down my throat, and I barely handle to swallow his load and wipe my mouth earlier than he slides down the stall to land on his ass on the ground.

“Hell,” he whispers. “Goddamn.”

And I return to actuality, on the lavatory ground, on my knees, with the style of Jet’s cum in my mouth.

What the hell am I doing? Have I misplaced it fully? Didn’t I come right here to speak with Jet about that rattling weblog and Sweet? With out Sweet, why was I kissing Jet, taking place on him?

“J?”

I shrug Jet’s arm off me, push to my ft and stagger out of the lavatory, pulling up my pants. Jet is looking my title, however I don’t cease. I stumble into my bed room, take off my shirt and shrug on a clear Tee, then I seize my jacket, my pockets and my automobile keys and stroll again out.

Once I enter the lounge, although, Jethro is leaning in opposition to the wall, bare, eyes darkish and harmful, and Jesus fuck, my mouth waters on the sight of him and my coronary heart begins pounding tougher.

This isn’t regular. That is sick, and I’ve to cease. Cease trying and touching and fascinated with him that method, in regards to the three of us.

There isn’t any “three of us” anymore. Not with out Sweet.

Fuck, I must clear my head.

“The place are you going, J?” he asks, his voice low and raspy, and I cease on the door. Lean in opposition to it, my hand on the deal with, my ideas a jumble.

“Out.”

He shakes his head, says nothing extra, and I glare at him, though I’m unsure how that is his fault, proper earlier than I open the door and bolt.

***

The evening air is crisp. I zip up my jacket and thrust my palms in my pockets, strolling briskly down the road towards my automobile. My first thought is to run, put my head down in opposition to the sharp breeze and race till my lungs give out and my thoughts falls quiet.

My chest feels too full. My head aches, an excessive amount of rattling inside. Disgrace. Anger. Need. Unhappiness.

Concern.

I don’t need Jet. It’s not him who turns me on. It’s Sweet. He’s simply acquainted. He’s my pal. I’m comfy with him.

Every little thing’s superb.

Then why do the identical rattling emotions hold churning time and again, making me really feel sick? I attain my automobile, unlock it and slip inside, preventing the urge to bang my head in opposition to the steering wheel.

I consider calling Evie, however determine in opposition to it. Undecided what I can inform her. clarify the issue, or what she will be able to do. In addition to, she’ll inform me all the pieces’s superb.

And it’s fucking not.

I begin the automobile and head into visitors, driving aimlessly by way of the evening. The urge to run continues to be there, however I didn’t assume to seize my trainers once I rushed out of the condominium, in order that’s out of the query now.

A thought strikes me. I’ve an previous pair of trainers at my mother and father’ condominium. I’ll move by, say hello, decide the footwear up after which drive someplace the place I can let free this strain, this oppressive vitality that’s filling me up.

I’m on autopilot as I drive south, flip onto the acquainted road and park, telling myself it’s the chilly that has my pores and skin feeling so tight over my bones. I lock up, use the keys I nonetheless must enter the constructing, and jog up the steps.

Dunno why I’m maintaining the keys. Dad, who gave them to me again once I was beginning school, by no means requested for them again, however it’s not like I go to usually. My people and I, we don’t precisely see eye to eye. I imply, they’re okay. They by no means mistreated me or something. In actual fact, they’ve at all times made it clear they’re pleased with me and that they’re there for me, however…

The sound of too loud TV hits me first as I unlock, after ringing the bell just a few occasions for good measure. Baseball. It’s at all times been both that or the health packages Mother watches.

“Hey, Dad.” I step inside, shut the door behind me. It’s so bizarre, discovering myself again right here. It’s as if years begin falling off me with each step I take, sliding off me like raindrops. By the point I attain dad’s armchair, I’m a child once more, uncertain and clumsy.

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