Aspen #2
On my side, I stared at my texts with Caelyx. It was late, but not too late. He was probably still up. He had a bad habit of staying up on weekends to reclaim a little of the free time we missed out on during the week with all our assignments. I had that habit, too.
As I contemplated whether or not it would be pathetic for me to send a message first, a text from him came through.
I hope you didn’t go to bed without telling me goodnight, Cupcake.
I felt my mouth stretch into a grin, which I automatically tried to prevent. Luckily, no one could see me in the haven of my bedroom.
I’m not asleep yet. I’m just in bed.
That’s hot. I wish I was there with you, he responded and I could only scoff at the idea of Caelyx fucking Vane in my tiny childhood bedroom in the dingy trailer I’d grown up in.
He’d probably never stepped foot inside a trailer park, let alone crawled into someone’s bed who lived in one. Can I ask you something?
My brows drew together, as I hoped he wouldn’t want to talk about anything serious or heavy. I didn’t think I could handle it at the moment, but I told him he could.
What’s your record? He asked.
My record for what?
How many times have you gotten off in one session?
I sighed with relief, rolling onto my back.
Of course he didn’t want to put anything heavy on me after the day we’d had yesterday.
He seemed to know me too well for that, somehow.
Maybe all of his intelligence points had been allocated to emotional intelligence, because while he wasn’t some math genius like Ren, he had a hell of a knack for making me feel better when I was caught up in a shitty mindset.
With a guy? Two, I answered. I wasn’t going to admit that all the times I’d come twice had been with him exclusively, but phrasing it like that should have been safe enough.
That’s boring, he said. What about by yourself?
Smirking, I considered whether I wanted to be honest. He also had a hell of a knack for getting me to admit pervy stuff to him.
Three.
Okay, that’s a little bit more fun of a goal to aim for.
Snorting, I rolled my eyes as I typed out my next message.
Are you jerking off or something?
No, he denied.
I don’t think I believe you.
You want me to send you a picture of my soft dick to prove it? He offered.
Go ahead, I invited.
When his picture came through, it was exactly what I’d expected.
His cock, thick and stiff in his hand, his thumb resting on the pink head.
I felt a quick pull in my lower stomach, and tried not to think about how nice it would have been to have that long, firm dick between my legs, grinding against me.
Sorry, he said in the message that immediately followed. It got hard when you said you wanted to see it.
Sure it did, I replied, before hurriedly typing up another message. Don’t touch it. Let me take care of you when I come back.
Whaaat? I could practically hear his whine all the way from BBU. But now I’m extra horny.
That’s what makes it fun, I explained, biting down into my lip as I held in my laughter. I could just imagine the pleading puppy eyes he’d give me in person.
You’ll take good care of me?
I’ll do everything you asked for in the car, I told him. But don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you lie about it.
I’ll save it up for you, Cupcake, he promised, and my dick twitched with excitement at the prospect. Wincing just a little, I decided that in the spirit of fairness, I’d also abstain until we could be together. But I didn’t have to tell him that.
I’m going to sleep now, I informed him.
Sweet dreams, Cupcake.
THE NEXT DAY, Mom and I went out to the park to watch the joggers and dog walkers parade by. It was peaceful, sitting there with her remarking on how most of the crunchy leaves were already on the ground, just the last few stragglers clinging onto the spindly branches.
I didn’t leave until early evening, but I made sure all the dishes and laundry were caught up before I went, just to make it a little easier on her.
She seemed okay with me going and I promised I’d see her for winter break, which was just about a month and a half away.
I would have come again sooner, but I was worried about the state of my car.
On the way home, I got a call from Maddox, which I was pretty sure had never happened before. Hoping nothing was wrong, I smacked at the volume knob of my car to turn down my music.
“What’s up?” I answered, pressing the speaker button and propping my phone up in the cup holder so I could focus on the road.
“Hey,” he said, and I could tell by the hesitant tone of his voice that something was bugging him.
“You okay?” I asked, frowning a bit. “You sound weird.”
“Uh… Yeah. I just… Well, I just talked to Cyprian and he mentioned that I might have been kind of harsh yesterday when we were at the gym, and Ren wanted me to talk to you to make sure everything is, uh… Good, or whatever.”
“Harsh?” I echoed.
“I mean, teasing you about the whole Caelyx thing…”
“Oh,” I realized, then scoffed. “Uh, no, dude. That didn’t bother me. What do you think, I’m some delicate snowflake?”
“No,” he responded, sounding disgruntled but relieved. “I told them it was nothing, but they were both like you should make sure there’s no hard feelings.”
I laughed, and shook my head, even though he couldn’t see it. That sounded just like something that Ren and Cyprian would worry about.
“Don’t listen to them. I’ll let you know if you piss me off, okay?” I’d totally expected him to bust my balls over the Caelyx thing. If anything, he’d been less judgmental than I’d expected.
“Yeah, alright,” he said, and the awkward tension in his voice was gone. “By the way, are you coming home soon? Caelyx is driving me nuts.”
“Already?”
“Yeah. I think he’s been using up all his annoying-ness on you lately, and now it’s leaking out onto the rest of us.”
Smirking, I tapped my dark nails on the steering wheel. “He needs enrichment. Did you try taking him on a walk?”
“Can’t I just freeze some peanut butter in one of those rubber dog bones and give it to him?” He griped, and I snorted.
“Can you do something for me?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you keep Ren at your house? If you do that, I’ll get Caelyx out of your hair for the whole night.”
“Oh, you guys want to fuck, huh?” He determined.
“Is it that obvious?”
I really, really wanted to fuck. Caelyx had been sending me perverted texts all day, with intermittent reminders that I’d forbidden him from relieving himself and how when I finally got around to playing with him, he’d probably explode like a fire hydrant.
Even though it had only been 2 days since we’d fooled around, I kind of believed him.
“Well, I don’t know what else you’d want to cram up in that tiny dorm room with him for,” he remarked, and I laughed.
“Just keep Ren with you if he doesn’t want a repeat of the guts rearranging debacle.”
Maddox laughed and promised he would.
“Oh, and tell Caelyx he can wait for me in my room,” I added. “I’ll be home in an hour.”