Chapter 62 Stuart
Stuart
Elliot is in the kitchen when I get downstairs. He’s washing a few things that didn’t come out of the dishwasher clean. He’s putting his back into it. His hips too. And his ass. Ample rounds of flesh quake gently from side to side as he does it. His ass is what kids are calling thick. Or juicy.
Hmm, are we saying juicy or thick nowadays?
God, I need someone to help me keep on top of this shit.
He’s wearing pajama pants and no shirt. His skin is creamy and smooth, with a few freckles sprinkled over his shoulders. His pajama pants are sky blue with little clouds on them. When I get closer, I see that each cloud has a funny face.
Wait?
What?
“Are those clouds pulling sex faces?” I ask before I have time to stop myself.
He turns and hits me with a dark look that borders on a glare.
It’s been a few weeks since I saw that look on him, so I’m taken aback.
Can’t say I’ve missed it. He shakes it off quickly, but it’s not all he shakes.
He arches his back, causing a deep rivulet to dip along his spine as he gives a deliberate shake of his ass.
“Yeah, cute, huh?” He smiles, not even bothering to look innocent.
It takes me a second to collect myself. When I do, I say, “Smoothie?”
I don’t wait for him to answer. I’ve put my foot down on the matter of smoothies, and I’m glad I did it.
The boy’s smoothie habit is out of control.
Usually, I have a few recipes I follow when I make them.
It’s important to get the balance of fruit and veggies right, or the taste suffers.
Today, I just grab a few bags of frozen fruit and greens from the smoothie drawer in the freezer and toss the contents into the blender with a healthy scoop of yogurt and several glugs of milk.
“What do you think?” I ask as he takes the first sip.
He makes a face. “Tastes like ass.”
My reaction is immediate. My dick thickens. My filter slips.
“Well,” I say, “In that case, it must be delicious.”
I see myself to the bathroom soon after that. I look at my reflection in the mirror and give myself a stern talking-to. I know the words backward by now:
Elliot is Jeff’s son. He’s much younger than I am. I’m still coming to grips with a breakup, and I’m not in the right place for anything more.
Jeff’s son. Very young. Bad breakup.
Jeff’s young. Very son. Breaking Bad.
Huh?
No! That’s a goddamn TV show, isn’t it?