Chapter 5 #2
Picking up the last book, I run my fingers reverently over the colorful, magical cover. It’s the one that David read through, a fae/human story, and I’m pretty sure I know which scene he came across that got him so angry.
It must’ve been the one where the fae uses his powers on the human to make him unbearably aroused.
It’s a pivotal moment in the book, because the human is, for all intents and purposes, the fae’s slave, held against his will.
But after the fae enchants him, the human turns into a needy, desperate mess begging for cock.
Of course, the fae is more than happy to oblige.
What follows are dozens of pages where the human is filled with the fae’s cock and cum, both in his mouth and ass, pumped so full he’s leaking.
It goes on for days, the fae’s magical nature giving him super stamina, keeping him hard.
When it’s over, the human is passed out from exhaustion, covered in cum and marks, his hole well-fucked and open and leaking.
I set the book down, my cheeks aflame. I can feel myself getting hard, just from remembering the scene.
Jesus, I really am sick. No wonder David was disgusted with me.
Who the hell gets aroused from something so depraved and dirty?
Not even the fact that half of the story is non-con and the other half textbook Stockholm Syndrome was enough to deter me.
“I just realized you might need these.”
Letting out an embarrassing squeak, I swivel around, a palm pressed to my chest. “Jesus!” I nearly dropped the book too.
Tyler’s lips curve in an apologetic, slightly sheepish smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Just wanted to give you these.” He waves a pair of scissors.
“Oh.” I give a short laugh. “Thanks.” I could make do without them, but why not make it easier on myself?
Before I can walk over to grab them from him, Tyler steps inside the room, his gaze—Shit!—fixed on the books.
“You like books, huh?” He studies the covers. “Fantasy?”
“Y-yeah.” Heat crawls up the back of my neck.
He notices the book in my hand, and my heart skips a beat when he reaches for it, stopping at the last moment. “Do you mind if I have a look?”
Yes! “N-no. Go ahead.” If I refused, I’d just look suspicious.
Tyler takes it from my clammy hand and looks at the cover. Then flips to the back. Fuck.
I hold my breath as he reads the synopsis.
“Ah. One of these.”
“Huh?” What does he mean ‘one of these’? And why is he not recoiling in disgust?
He taps the book with his finger. “My sister reads this stuff. It actually reminds me of one of the books she wouldn’t stop going on about.” He snorts. “At family dinner.”
That’s…it? That’s what he has to say? No judgmental remarks?
“Is she… Is she younger or older?” I attempt to act natural, and not like I’m reeling from his reaction.
“Younger. But I also have an older sister. And another younger one.”
“Oh. Big family.” Being an only child, I can’t even imagine. Must be nice, though.
“You could say that.” He rolls his eyes, but I can sense the affection in it. “You and Lia would definitely get along.”
“Lia…is she the romance reading sister?”
“Yeah. She’d love to talk your ear off, especially since she’s the only real reader in the family. I haven’t read anything since the mandatory reading in high-school, as far as fiction goes.”
“I’m happy to have my ear talked off if she ever stops by,” I say, even though the idea of discussing, well, smut with Tyler’s close relative lowkey fills me with dread.
Tyler chuckles. “I’ll let her know. Though she just started her first year of college and hasn’t had time to visit.”
“What is she studying?”
“Law.”
“Wow. She must be really smart.”
“More like she loves to argue, and have the last word. So why not get paid for it?” He rolls his eyes, but the affection in his voice is unmistakable.
“I like her already,” I admit, earning a grin. “Is she in Seattle too?”
“Nah. Back in Portland. My whole family are, but she’s the only one who still lives at home. Zara and Mila are already married, and Zara has two girls.”
My brows shoot up. “Oh, I had no idea you’re from Oregon!”
His expression is thoughtful for a second. “Yeah, I guess we’ve never talked about our backgrounds, huh?”
I shrug. “No, but…between the fact that until recently I was just a receptionist at the clinic you visit and the mayhem of moving apartments, I guess there hasn’t been much opportunity for it.”
“You have a point,” he concedes. “So, I assume you’re from Oregon, too?”
I nod. “Klamath Falls.”
Judging by the sympathetic face Tyler makes, he’s connected the dots even without me saying anything.
“Damn. No wonder you ran away to the city. I mean, it’s nice out there,” he backtracks instantly. “The nature, the mountains. But…”
“Not exactly conducive for the wellbeing of a gay kid?” I finish for him.
“Something like that.” He gives me an encouraging smile. “I’m glad you’re here now. And I hope life is easier here, even though it can get a bit crazy. And cold.”
A small laugh slips out of me, and I feel a little flutter in my chest from hearing him say he’s glad that I’m here.
“It has its downsides, like everything, but yeah, it’s easier here.
More room to breathe, to…be myself.” Even if some parts I still keep hidden.
Will keep hidden for the rest of my life, probably.
Those are not a ‘geographical location’ issue, they’re a me-issue.
“That’s the most important, I think,” he says, then smiles. “You can definitely be yourself when you’re here. I hope you know that.”
The fluttery feeling has turned into a whole swarm of butterflies now. “Thanks. I’ll try to remember that.”
“Good.” He puts the book with the rest. “Do you have a favorite?”
“Huh?”
He points at the make-shift shelf.
Oh God. I almost forgot about the books. “Not really,” I lie. So much for being myself. Then again, Tyler doesn’t need to know what kind of literary porn I jerk off to. “I just like to read. Escape real life a little.”
“Relatable. I’d love to read more, but my attention span is crap.”
“You could always listen to audiobooks. Maybe while you’re at the gym?”
“That’s not real reading, though.”
“Of course it is,” I argue. “Just because you take it in with your ears instead of eyes doesn’t change how the story makes you feel.” Unless you’re listing to something spicy and the narrator’s voice is so fucking good you almost come in your pants. Not that that ever happened to me…
Tyler looks at me, contemplating, then nods. “You make a valid point. I’ll look into it.”
I can’t help but smile. Tyler’s easy acceptance never fails to astound me.
He disappears into the living room again, so I go back to unpacking. I don’t remember what’s in the last box until I’m pulling out my bathroom stuff and towels. As I get to the bottom, I quickly throw the flaps closed, casting a panicked glance behind me. But I’m alone.
I close the door, just in case, before taking my sex toy collection out.
I dedicate the bottom drawer of the dresser to them, and put a couple of towels over the top, just in case.
Tyler might be okay with a gay roommate who reads spicy gay books, but he doesn’t need to know that I can hardly go a day without having something inside me.
And now that I have my own private space, I finally don’t have to sneak around anymore.
Gone are the days when I had to smuggle a vibrator to the bathroom and stuff myself full while the lukewarm shower was running, so David wouldn’t hear.
Now I can fall asleep with a dildo shoved up to the hilt in my hole without anyone knowing how dirty and needy I am.
No one will know.