Chapter 12 #2
I scoff. She clearly knows nothing of the spiritual world. “Mysticism and sexuality go hand in hand. I always give better readings after I’ve just busted a fat load.”
Her eyes bulge. She doesn’t look disgusted, though, and it kind of bums me out, because I kind of hoped she might see it as her cue to exit stage left and fuck off back to the living room.
On second thought, maybe that’s not the best idea.
The last thing I want is to give her more unaccompanied time with Daddy.
Daddy.
“Oh, I like you,” she says to me, her voice sounding like one of those ladies I used to watch at Applebees when I couldn’t stay the night at Austin’s house.
I was just a kid, and I had to do some stuff I’m not proud of to make it.
Lips all over, hands touching every which way.
Sometimes I couldn’t bring myself to do it, though.
Sometimes, I just wanted to be still. When I had nowhere else to go, I would go to Applebees, I would order a Diet Coke and a burger with my earnings, and I would sit there until closing time.
During my time at The ‘Bees, as I called it, I would watch other people—happy people. Normal people—desperate for connection, but unable to connect. My favorite people to watch were groups of fabulous women in their forties and fifties who would come in and wreak the most delicious havoc. Cutting up at the table, joking and teasing, often flirting with male waiters who did their best to flirt back without coming across as creepy. Most of the women would stare at their waiter’s ass as he walked away, as did I, and inevitably, the ringleader of the friend group would make a saucy comment about bakeries and buns.
A member of their party would playfully slap the ringleader’s shoulder, loudly proclaiming, “Oh, Jackie. You’re so bad!
” I could see Faith doing some shit like that.
I bet it would be a lot of fun to have her shove my shoulder and tell me what a scoundrel I’ve been.
Aside from Deidre, I haven’t had a whole lot of female friends.
Maybe in some other life—one where she wasn’t Bubba’s ex-wife—we might have been friends, but Bubba’s cock has been inside her, and that’s a potential-friendship dealbreaker.
“I have a charming face and a dashing personality,” I say, sincerely adding, “Thank you for noticing.”
She chuckles, and out of nowhere, she turns her head in Johnny’s direction, excitedly stating, “Oh, Johnny, I meant to tell you. Before we headed here, we stopped in Texas so Jaden could get whatever he needed from the old trailer before we sell it. I saw Annie at the Pick-n-Save, and she was asking about you.”
Nope. I won’t be listening to that.
As she goes through her encounter with Johnny’s ex—who I hate just as much as I hate Faith—I interrupt, saying, “I have to get ready for the reading I’m doing tonight.”
I rush out of the dining room, through the living room, and upstairs to our bedroom’s ensuite.
The moment I’ve got my cock out, piss pours out like a waterfall, and I tilt my head back, sighing at the familiar relief of an emptying bladder.
I’m not even in here ten seconds before the door opens.
I look over, expecting to see Bubba or Johnny.
Instead, Jaden is standing in the doorway, his jaw practically resting on the floor, his eyes fixed on my dick.
“Fuck,” he whispers, and I immediately move to cover myself, but I’m still pissing something fierce, so all I end up accomplishing is coating my hands in urine. As piss drenches my palms, he looks down at the toilet, doing what one could only describe as an exaggerated version of the pee-pee dance.
“Sorry,” he says, his voice not sounding sorry at all and he shifts back and forth on his feet.
“I really had to pee. Johnny was using the one downstairs. He was also flirting shamelessly with my mother beforehand, but that’s hardly anything new.
” As he continues, my heart slams, but not because I’m standing in front of my future stepson, probably, openly pissing on my palm like a lunatic.
He stares at my hand. “You should probably stop peeing on your hand. Unless that’s something you’re into. ”
I move my hand and shake it, trying to get the piss off my hand as the stream continues pouring.
“Of course not,” I say. “I was protecting my modesty.”
He shrugs. “It’s okay that you have a little dick, dude.”
My eyes bulge as my stream tapers. “It is not small. How dare you? And how would you even know?”
He shrugs. “I borrowed Uncle Johnny’s phone earlier.
My internet is terrible here, and I really needed to shoot a load, so I brought up OnlyFans, but he was already logged in.
Your page is the only one he’s subscribed to, and I got curious.
You have a very pretty penis.” His tone is matter-of-fact, as if it’s a sentiment shared by the masses.
“It doesn’t matter that it’s not that big. ”
My cheeks are fucking scorching with embarrassment. “‘Kay.”
I guess that’s confirmation that Johnny is Daddy McSnack. Obviously, I’ve known, but I’m really happy to finally know for sure.
“I hear you’re a psychic,” he says, as I tuck myself away.
“Yeah. I thought that was implied when I invited you to the reading tonight.”
“You’re sassy. I like that.” There’s a strange look in his eyes, maybe like he likes what he sees when he looks at me. It’s flattering, but I’m pretty sure I’m taken.
I swallow. “Okay. Thank you for sharing. I’ll make sure to file that under my list of worst come-ons of all time.”
His mouth quirks into a smile. “I’m not really sure how the sex would work, considering I’m a bottom, and judging by your overall vibe, I would assume you are too.
We’ve got mouths, so at least there’s that.
” I have no words, because how does one even begin to respond to that?
He passes by me and steps in front of the toilet, his back to me, but he’s looking over his shoulder, smiling cheerfully as his stream begins.
I turn the tap and lather my hands with soap.
“I really hope I can get to know you better. You’re really funny all the time. ”
“I am?”
He nods. “Even if the sex stuff doesn’t work, I think I want to be friends.
I’ve got a lot of queer friends back home, and I’m going to miss them terribly now that I’m moving in.
” I have to take a deep breath. Moving in.
Will Faith move in too? “So, I’m not going to have any friends anymore.
You, Austin, and I can be besties.” He stares down at my crotch. “Maybe more.”
“We can be friends,” I spit out quickly, washing my hands, then turning off the faucet.
This poor man is going to be absolutely horrified when he realizes who I am to his father.
“I’ll see you downstairs.” With a racing heart and shaky legs, I rush downstairs, toward the kitchen, my eyes bulging when I round the corner.
I’m going to be sick. I’m going to fucking vomit right here, right now.
That motherfucker.
That goddamn son of a bitch.
Johnny’s back is pressed against the wall, and Faith is in front of him, her hands cupping his cheeks, her tongue probably plundering his mouth, because their stupid fucking lips are smashed together, and now she’s sliding her hand up, and she slowly rubs his bald head.
I think that’s what hurts most, because I love that bald head. It’s my favorite thing about him.
He doesn’t see me, thank God, because if he saw me now, he’d probably laugh. A heartbroken twink staring at the man he’s starting to care for, kissing a woman like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I don’t stay long, quickly whirling around on my heels and rushing upstairs as quietly as I can, not wanting him to hear and realize I caught him giving her the tongue.
As I hurry up the stairs, Bubba calls my name, but I don’t stop. I can’t. “I’ll be down in a minute,” I holler, trying to make my voice sound stronger than it actually is. “I have to finish getting ready.”
I’m losing them. Johnny and Bubba. I’ve only just got them, and now Faith seems hellbent on inviting both Johnny and Bubba into some polyamorous pack, complete with her boyfriend back in California, I’m sure.
Why would he kiss her? Faith is Johnny’s best friend’s ex. Not to mention the fact that he’s literally just came out as homo—not bi—sexual. Did he change his mind? Did he realize he was wrong about his supposed sexuality? Is it because of me?
All valid questions, none of which I have time to ponder, because I have a reading to perform, and I have a feeling it’s going to be a bloodbath. My heart is breaking. Time to break theirs back.