4. It’s raining… vibrators
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IT’S RAINING… VIbrATORS
Micah
“Fucking A.” When I reached behind the dresser I thought I was reaching for a can of air freshener or possibly hair spray. But no. No, it couldn’t be something that fabulous. It had to be a dildo.
Not a dildo in a package ready to be gifted. Nope. This was one that had rolled off the back of the dresser, and I could only plead to the goddess that it hadn’t been used, that it was lost after cleaning.
The little fuzzies stuck on it had me thinking it could go either way.
“I need to burn my hand.” I refused to drop it, for fear it would touch even more things, instead bringing it to the kitchen and tossing it in the trash.
Using my elbow, I turned on the hot water full blast with one hand as I doused my hand with dish soap with the other. If I’d had bleach, I’d’ve been using that.
I didn’t even mind that the place was left needing a cleaning. Staging houses gave me all kinds of things to work with and honestly, the worse I got them, the bigger the challenge and the more accomplished I felt. At least until the dildo arrived.
It was a first in my entire career and I’d be quite pleased for it to be my last. It didn’t help that now my mind was on dildos and not the one I threw in the trash. I rubbed my hands together, the water nearly scalding my hand, my cock not caring that blood was needed to keep my hands moving, instead stealing it all for itself as images of Archer unpacking his toy collection decided to play like a movie reel in my head .
“Fuck it. I’m going home.” I could finish tomorrow. The place wasn’t actually that bad. Not really. It had been cluttered, which I’d remedied, but the furniture they had worked in the space.
The real estate agent who listed the place was kind of an ass and hated his clients to “see the help”, the help meaning me. I charged them double for having to work the off hours because screw it—going into a house at midnight to get it set up sucked donkey balls and not the hot shifter kind. If they asked why it wasn’t done, I was blaming the sun and mentioning the dildo. He was a freaking prude and that would be enough to shut him up.
It still amused me that people didn’t like a house because it had clutter or pink walls. Those things weren’t permanent. And yet things that were, like having a bathroom only on the second floor, they would argue away as if it was no big deal even with their bad knee or ankle.
Kept me in a job, so I was hardly complaining.
I drove home, not thinking about cockrings that vibrated ensconcing Archer’s cock. It was a rookie mistake. Sure, shifters didn’t give a rat’s ass about being naked around each other, but you never look at someone’s cock who scents the way he did—it only gives you ideas.
He was so thick. You would feel him long after he was gone, and yeah, I was one of those alphas who liked to both give and receive. I wouldn’t admit this to the guys, but I whacked off in the shower thinking of that omega’s thick cock pounding into my ass until I shot my cum across the room.
Rookie. Freaking. Mistake. Next time I wouldn’t look.
And I most certainly wasn’t going to think about him with a dildo buzzing in his ass as he fucked me—a dildo I controlled with a remote. And nope—I wasn’t going to think about him sliding a butt plug into me so I could sparkle like a rainbow as I pounded into him and filled him with both my cum and my knot.
Nope. Not gonna do it.
Except I did the entire way home, and by the time I parked the car, the zipper of my jeans was cutting into my cock. Where Archer was thick, I was long, and it just didn’t fit curled up in my underwear when I was hard enough to pound nails, which I was thanks to the images my imagination decided to conjure up.
I was charging those people extra because—fuck it, I could, and that was gross… even if it led to some far less gross daydreams—day wet dreams, except I hadn’t come yet… because I was hitting the shower when I got upstairs.
I climbed out of the car and raced to the door, nearly knocking over Archer, of all people.
“Sorry.” Great. Just what I needed was to knock over the new guy as I was sporting a woody I got thinking of him.
“No. It’s my fault. I was in a hurry to get this out of my place.” He held a garbage bag out at hand’s length. “The guy who had my place before me was gross. ”
“How so?” He’d been quiet and worked a lot, but I never got gross vibes from him.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
Only now I really did. “Let me.” I took the bag from him and brought it the rest of the way to the dumpster, turning around to see him staring at me, mouth wide open. “What?
“Ummm, you may want some bleach now.” He pulled in his bottom lip with his teeth. ”I… I meant it when I said you didn’t want to know, but trust me, bleach and boiling water.”
He looked more down than at me, his cheeks a nice shade of pink nearing red.
“Not going to tell me?” I clarified, and when he shook his head, I turned back to the dumpster. It wasn’t like I couldn’t look.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. I’d spent very little time with him since he arrived, but the time I did spend with him included an awful lot of stupid messages.
“Stop. It’s a two-sided vibrator, okay? And it still had lube on it.” He said it as if it were one giant word.
A belly laugh rolled through me. Of all the things for us to have in common, finding used sex toys was apparently one of them.
“What’s so funny?” Neil came out the back door, his own garbage in hand.
“Oh, you know.” I had to catch my breath. “At work today I found a used dildo, and cleaning his new place, Archer found one. Guessing you have one in there?”
Ryder, on his phone, pushed past both of them as if they weren’t even there.
“I’m on my way to work, but after that, let me take you to dinner,” Ryder said. It hurt hearing him beg like that. He deserved better and I almost said so, but what good would that do? Ryder would be pissy at me, and he’d double down his attempts to win back the shithole that was his ex. “I know we broke up, but I’ve been thinking… I don’t need to have such a short leash on you, it wasn’t fair of me.” He clicked his fob, unlocking the car doors, and climbed inside.
“I hate that he feels that Kellan is worthy of his time.” I sighed, closing the distance between Archer, Neil, and I to avoid being hit.
“He’ll come around.” Daire stepped out. “Have you guys seen Ivor?”
“Yeah,” Archer said. “He said something like, if you see Daire, tell him I’ll get with him later. I’m late for class.”
Crap. Ivor was avoiding Daire again, which meant he was low on cash and was going to be late with rent.
Daire didn’t care. He’d be fine if we all just lived here and hung out and sang kumbaya, grilled all the meats, and watched shitty movies together. And if this was his place, he’d probably do just that. He didn’t care about money. He had gobs of it .
What he didn’t have was the deed to this building. His parents owned that and were doing some kind of tough love thing by making him manage it.
Not that it was too tough love, given he still had access to his money, but in a way, for Daire it was. He had to do things like collect rent, something that always made him sweat.
“If you wait here, I can get you my check real quick,” I offered. That was the other thing. There was no automation allowed. Nope. They made him collect checks. He said they were old-fashioned, but I had a feeling it was more to keep him from helping out people like Ivor, who were struggling.
I kinda hated them.
“I can follow you, and thanks. Dinner with the parents tonight.” He followed me upstairs and I waited until we were out of earshot to ask him. “Ivor is behind, right? That’s why he avoided you?”
His job sucked. It should make a ton of money. He poured drinks for a living and drunks over tipped more often than not. But he didn’t, his boss doing the whole communal pot thing with every person who served or didn’t, and they didn’t divide it out evenly. Nope. They made sure that everyone achieved minimum wage so they didn’t need to supplement their shit wages.
“It’s not for me to say.” Which was a yes.
“I left work early today. I’ll see if he can work for me tomorrow.” He did from time to time, and he always worked hard.
“Yeah, I noticed you were home early. Something happen?” We reached my door. “At work, I mean.”
“Let me tell you a little story about a runaway dildo.” I had him in stitches as I wrote the check.
“I appreciate this. Technically, it’s due tomorrow, but you’ve met them.” I had. I was not impressed. One thing it did help me with, though, understanding why Daire did some of the things he did, and it kept me from getting too annoyed with him.
“I’ll see you later.” He gave a half of a wave and before I knew it, I was making a stupid excuse to go back downstairs.
And as I reached the back doorway, I wished I hadn’t.
“Sure. Dinner tomorrow sounds great,” Archer said to Neil.
So much for making my naughty thoughts a reality, but really, that was a shit idea. You don’t fuck where you live or where you work. It never ends well.
“I hate to do this, being the new guy, but can one of you give me a lift to work? My stupid bike has a bad tire and the next day delivery hasn’t happened yet.”
“I was just heading to the store.” I didn’t even give anyone a chance to offer, nearly cutting off his last word. And worse, I lied like a damn rug all because I was jealous of Neil and didn’t want him to swoop in and save the day.
I might be the oldest one in this place, but I was sure not acting like it.
“Thanks. I’ll make it up to you. ”
We walked to my car, and I asked him where he worked, his phone buzzing again.
“It’s on Lyons Ave,” he said and climbed into the car.
I took my seat and buckled up, his phone buzzing again. “You can answer that.” Like I needed to give him permission. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I get it. You hate these things. Neil explained it.”
I turned on the car, hating the jealousy brewing in my belly. There was no reason for it. None. Just because I liked his scent didn’t mean I had first dibs, or any dibs for that matter. Archer was his own person, and I was too freaking old for him anyway.
Being attracted to someone wasn’t enough, and I needed to stop this or I was going to drive myself over the edge.
I pulled out of the driveway and onto the street. A couple of blocks in, the car filled with silence, I saw Ivor—walking. Walking six miles to class.
“I hope you have some time.” I pulled over and rolled down the window, “Get in, Ivor. I was just headed your way.”
His face lit up and he jumped in. “Thanks man. I couldn’t find my bus pass.” Which translated to: he used the last on his transport card. “I wasn’t looking forward to the walk. Hey, Archer. Hope I’m not keeping you from your date.”
Hold open pride and pour in the salt.
“I have work,” Archer added quickly, basically shouting this wasn’t a date. Like that would be a bad thing? Gah. I needed to rein this in. I opened my window despite the AC, needing to breathe in something that wasn’t Archer’s scent. “I’m over on Lyons. You?”
“Jackson and Maple.”
“Whoa.” Archer turned around in his seat, and I somehow managed not to snap at him and tell him to face forward. I was in a mood. “That’s far. You were going to walk?”
“I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do.”
I pulled over at the street number Archer had given me. “Here you go. Let me give you my number in case you need a ride home.”
He handed me his phone and I dialed my own. “There you are. Don’t hesitate to call.”
“I—I appreciate this.” He climbed out, leaving the door open for Ivor to move up front. “See ya.”
Ivor came around front. “Sorry man.”
“It’s not a problem. Really. I’ll come back when you’re done too.”
“I wasn’t sorry for you driving my butt, although I appreciate it.” He clicked his seatbelt.
“Oh, you’ll pay me back. I need help staging tomorrow.” Please let him take the offer.
“I work at four.”
“I’ll make sure you're there on time on one condition.” We pulled onto the main road.
“Which is?” he asked with hesitation.
“What were you sorry for?”
“I scented the pheromones. You don’t need to pretend with me.”
“Not pretending. He has a date tomorrow with not me. It’s just me being horny.” We pulled to a stop at the light. “You see… there was this dildo…”