Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
EDGAR
I’m back in my own bed faster than I want to be, tossing and turning.
I hate leaving him. The weekend came and went.
I wish I could go back and do it over again.
Making hot chocolate together and eating too much popcorn while watching the same movies on repeat because of constantly getting distracted.
I miss my pretty birdy. Is he thinking about me too?
Recalling how puffy and pink his hole was when I last ate him out has my cock twitching.
I did that. I abused and stretched out that puckered skin, making it rosebud.
Reaching a hand into my briefs, I tug at my erection, bucking my hips as I remember how he tasted and how hard he shook when he came on my tongue.
Fuck. I’m not going to last. Not with the vivid images in my head.
Not when I can still feel him all over me and with the taste of him still lingering in my mouth.
I stroke myself faster, hips bucking to match my fingers.
Biting my lower lip, I grip onto the sheets with my free hand, heels digging into the bed as I shoot my load all over my stomach.
It takes me a while to catch my breath, my body feeling like jelly when I try to move too quickly. I stretch my limbs, soaking up the remnants of my orgasm, and I close my eyes, pretending he’s right next to me. That he’s only one reach away.
My phone goes off and I mutter a curse word under my breath when I see Tabitha’s name on the screen. I let it ring and she leaves me a text message.
Tabby cat: Still waiting on those flowers. I ran into Franky the other day and he asked me if I was enjoying them. He said you got them weeks ago.
Grinding my teeth, I start typing and then stop before deleting my message. I don’t owe her an explanation. It was a stupid request to begin with and the flowers have been great for brightening up my room. I’m finally starting to see the appeal.
My phone vibrates again and I bring the screen closer to my face.
Franky: You have a lot of explaining to do. I knew you were hiding something when I last saw you leave with Christmas movies from my shelf.
Me: I guess you got me.
Franky: So you weren’t going back to get her more flowers and whatever other bullshit you claimed to be going back to the monster world for.
Me: What’s it matter anyway?
Franky: Because, I’m supposed to be your best friend. Were you never going to tell me the real reason you kept going back there? I can refuse to let you use my portal, you know.
I huff a laugh.
Me: Fine. I guess I can tell you. Or maybe you can meet him soon. I think that’ll be better.
Franky: So it’s a him.
Me: Yeah. He’s an owl humanoid. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
Franky: How’d you even meet him?
Me: I really did go there for flowers in exchange for a date with Tabitha, and then he came along, saving me from some water creature.
Franky: I told you the right person would come along when you least expected it.
Me: You did.
Franky: So he’s okay with knowing you could die every time you go to see him?
Me: Of course not. But I told him that was my decision to make.
Franky: Yeah, because you’re a stubborn asshole.
Me: And you’re a meddling son of a bitch.
He sends over a middle finger gif and I laugh, sending back the insulting hand gestures shared by Monica and Ross from one of my favorite sitcoms.
Franky: You coming over for dinner today?
Me: Unfortunately I have to work a late shift on base, but I’ll be over for breakfast in two days, stealing all your bacon when you’re too busy kissing Nova.
Franky: Looks like we’ll only be having bacon when you’re not here, then.
Another laugh flies from my mouth and I sit up in bed, reaching for the wipes in my dresser to clean off my stomach.
Me: Since the cat’s out of the bag, tell Nova I have a custom ornament request for him.
Franky: You got a picture you’re going to send over?
Me: Nah, tell him to make a mini Pollux from the tree only ten minutes away from his house. He’ll know who I mean.
Franky: Damn, I was hoping I’d get to see what the most beautiful man in the world looked like to you.
Me: I told you. I’ll show you in person someday. Maybe on Christmas. Or the weekend after.
I’ll have to ask Polly if he’d rather spend the actual holiday with just me and him.
I don’t even know if he’ll come through the portal with me.
I guess I’m just hoping he will. Maybe I can bribe him with more human sweets and movies.
It’s worth a shot. Anything involving getting more time with him is worth it.
I can always work exclusively in a monster world on base.
Or do I even need a job when Pollux has got along fine without one all this time?
I think he could be enough. He seems to treat me like I am. Smiling, I grab a bag from under my bed and take out the long silky gown with a very low backline. I picture him wearing it, spinning around and then lifting it to straddle my thighs. Yeah, he could definitely be enough for me.
Nova chomps on a piece of toast slathered with honey, watching as I shove a box of candy canes in my bag. “You sure you got enough stuff?”
“No,” I clap back.
“The amount of bags he takes over there keeps increasing. You went from going out there to bring someone back flowers to taking stuff over there instead.” The bottom of the chair scratches against the floor as Franky lowers himself beside me.
“Yeah. It is funny how things can randomly take a turn. I think I like gathering stuff from here more if I’m honest.”
Franky laughs, bringing a steaming cup of coffee to his lips. “How many presents are you giving him?” He points to the large tote filled with bags and gift boxes.
“Not enough.”
“I think it’s sweet.” Nova rests his face on his open palm, eyes fluttering. “Who knew Edgar was such a romantic.”
“Yeah, who knew.” Franky shoots me a side glance and I flip him off.
“I should get going soon.”
“Why am I getting the feeling you only come to hang out with me now because it’s on the way to him?”
I roll my eyes. “Because you’re a needy fuck who needs to hear how lost I’d be without you.”
He tosses a napkin at me and we all erupt in laughter. “Yeah, you’re right,” he grinds out. “You oughta get going.”
“Hey, we’re still going to that trail of light thing on Monday, aren’t we?”
“Yes, though I think it’s only because you have no other choice but to be stuck here in the human world with us.”
“Oh, there’s always a choice.” I stand up, taking my cup of coffee with me out of the kitchen as I wink back at him.
“Don’t do anything rash,” he calls out, twisting in his chair.
“This is Edgar you’re talking about,” Nova reminds him.
Franky grunts, “Yeah, you’re right. How silly of me to give out advice he won’t take.”
“So silly,” I shout, entering his bedroom. Their laughter drifts behind me as I close the closet door, shutting myself in the small space with everything I’m hoping will fit in Polly’s tree house.