50. Seth
Seth
Yes. I’ve avoided Kaden for a few days. I needed some time to think things over but I’m fine. I was drunk, I can blame anything I said on the alcohol if he asks me if I’ve lost my fucking mind. I mean, the answer is yes but he doesn’t need to know that.
All things considered, what I said is basically on par with what we’re doing. And he didn’t exactly turn me down. I fucking heard him come—so sexy, my god.
The real hang up I’ve got with this is that I could’ve told him anything. Like that I think he’s the best part of my day. That being close to him is what makes my world go around. What if I’d told him that?
What if I’d told him that I’ve been pining after him for six years and all I want is for him to want me back?
What then?
Today’s Taco Tuesday, and I started this morning by inviting Kaden and Iggy to my place tonight for some homemade tacos. I’ve never done it before but how hard can it be?
It’s late afternoon when Iggy walks over to me by my station. I’m just finishing up a tattoo—a swallow on a guy’s neck. He reeked of sweat when he came in, and three hours and a warm leather chair hasn’t done him any favors. I’ve been forced to breathe through my mouth the whole time.
“I won’t be able to make it tonight,” Iggy says, eyes glued to her phone.
“Why dot?” I ask, sounding like I have stuffed nose.
She glances at me; eyes filled with mischief. “I’ve got a date.”
“Yeah? With who?”
I place the plastic wrapper over the tattoo, fast as I can. I need him to leave so I can breathe normally again. And I’ll be taking a fucking shower as soon as I get home. I feel like his BO has infused my Stone Island hoodie.
“Jennifer,” she beams at me. “Finally!”
“About time,” I say, gesturing at my customer to move on to the counter. I ring him up, basically throwing him out on his ass before I shut the door behind him and rush out to the garage to take a breath. I’d choose turpentine and gasoline over sweat any day.
“So, Sully’s out? It’s just you and me then?
” Kaden says as I walk back to my station to clean up.
He’s wearing that green Henley again, and I feel like I have to squint not to be blinded by him.
He looks so damn good! I can see his pecs perfectly outlined through the thin fabric, and his biceps are basically begging me to lick them.
“Yeah, I need to shower though, but could you get the groceries?” I ask, a little tentatively. He’s been better lately, when it comes to being around people but maybe this is pushing it.
He takes a breath, holds it for a beat, and then exhales. “Sure.”
“Yeah? You okay with that?”
“Yep.”
“Okay.” I smile and force my eyes away from him. “I’ll Venmo you.”
“Fuck that! I can pay. Just tell me what to get.”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Taco stuff?”
He snorts. “Yeah, okay, great. It’s in the non-specific aisle, right?” He shakes his head.
“Get guac, too,” I say, drowning the chair in disinfectant.
“We’re not getting store-bought guac, Seth,” he says, sitting down on his chair beside me.
“Do you know how to make it?”
“I heard there’s this thing called Go—”
“Shut up!” I point the cleaning spray at him. “I’m basically drowned; I can’t handle your assholery right now.”
“You’re drowned?”
“Dude,” I say, waving at the door. “Did you not smell that guy? I haven’t taken a proper breath in three hours.”
“So, you mean you’re suffocated?”
I glare at him and he shoots me a grin.
“No taco for you!” I snap, spraying the bottle his way, and he scoots his chair back and laughs.
I take a quick shower before I dig out my secret box, applying the moisturizer and the serum and then I hear Kaden coming up the stairs.
He doesn’t bother knocking anymore, since I always leave it open anyway, so he barges in with two bags of groceries and a big grin, and is it weird that I’m kind of proud of him for going to the store even though I know he’d rather avoid it? Maybe. But I am.
I shoot him a smile right back and then we get to work.
Kaden’s chopping vegetables while I’m reading up on how to make guacamole on fucking Google. He goes to get more stuff from the bags, and back to the chopping board several times and every time, he nudges me with an arm, a shoulder, and a hand.
While I’m smashing the avocado, he comes up behind me and puts his nose to my neck, right below my ear. Then he walks off, only to come back again not more than two minutes later. Same procedure, and this time he sniffs me. A long inhale, and it tickles a little.
“What are you doing?” I chuckle.
“You always smell so good, right here,” he says, touching my skin with his nose. “What is that?”
“My body wash?”
He gently shakes his head, nose brushing against my skin. “It doesn’t smell like this,” he says, sniffing me again and takes a step closer so his chest is against my back.
“Oh, uhm, Lou gave me some face cream or whatever,” I say, shaking my head.
“Yeah?” He rolls his hips against me, and my dick immediately wakes up.
“What’s happening?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “Turns me on.”
“What?”
“This smell.” Another sniff. “You.” Another roll of his hips. “This smell on you.” He chuckles, placing his hands on my hips and presses himself even closer, making me feel his hardening dick. Then he kisses me, slowly licking his way up my neck and nibbles on my earlobe, and I shudder.
“Do you remember what you said on the phone?” he whispers.
A jolt shoots down to my dick, and I’m rock-hard in point two seconds.
“Which part?”
He kisses me under my ear, moving a hand down to the front of my jeans, palming my bulge. “The part where you said you’d want me to fuck you against a wall.”
My eyes roll back in my head hearing him talk like that. I’m so turned on, I almost feel sick.
“Yeah,” I breathe as he grinds against me from behind and strokes my dick outside my pants.
“You still want that?”
I swallow but my throat is dry. Of course, I still want that. That is all I want right the fuck now.
“What about the guac?”
He exhales a laugh. “Fuck the fucking guac!” He turns me around and kisses me before he swipes the avocados to the side and lifts me up on the counter, standing between my legs as he claims my mouth with his tongue, his teeth, his lips.
I dig my fingers into his waist, under his tee, trying to get him even closer. I want to claw myself in under his skin, like he’s been under mine for years.
There’s a buzzing sound coming from somewhere near, but my mind’s too busy to react to it.
“Your phone,” he mumbles against my lips.
“What?”
“Your phone’s ringing.”
“Fuck that. It’s probably just my mom.”
But then Kaden’s pocket begins to vibrate instead. He breaks the kiss, groans and pulls the phone from his pocket.
“It’s Iggy,” he says, lips shiny with our saliva, cheeks a little flushed. “Sully! What’s up?”
I can’t hear what she’s saying but Kaden frowns a little, before he blinks slowly and let’s his head fall back.
“Yeah? No, we haven’t.” His one hand is still on my thigh, and he squeezes it.
“Okay, see you soon,” he says, placing the phone on the counter and looks at me.
“Her date fell through. She’s coming over. ”