51. Kaden
Kaden
I’ve not been able to think about literally anything else than what Seth said on the phone this weekend. Then he ghosted me for days for some reason. I’ve never had phone sex before, but it was hot. Really fucking hot.
But then, when I finally get my hands on him, Iggy decides to sweep in and cockblock me.
“She stood me up,” Iggy says, as soon as she enters Seth’s apartment. She kicks off her chunky boots, making her about two inches shorter than I’m used to seeing her, and combs her short bangs down.
“What? She didn’t show up?” Seth asks, getting another plate and placing it on the kitchen island.
Iggy trudges past me, flopping down on a chair.
“No,” she says, snatching a piece of cucumber.
“No text or anything?”
“No text, no call. No nothing.”
“That’s pretty shitty,” I say.
Seth opens the fridge, glancing at Iggy. “You want a beer?”
“Yes, please,” she says, before dropping her head down on the counter, grunting. Seth raises his eyebrows at me and I nod, accepting a bottle from him.
“And I wore my best bra for this, do you know how uncomfortable this bra is?” She whips her head up again. “Is it really that hard to just say ‘thanks, but no thanks, I’ve changed my mind’?”
“No, but people are assholes, I’ve told you that,” I say, cracking open my beer, taking a gulp.
“Maybe she had an emergency or something,” Seth says, leaning back against the counter, beer in hand.
“No, ‘cause when I went to see if she was online on Tinder, I couldn’t find our conversation, so I’m pretty sure she unmatched me.”
“Get off Tinder.” I shake my head. “You can’t trust those people.”
She frowns at me. “What people?”
“The ones you find on Tinder.”
“I’m those people,” she says, pointing to herself. “Also, you don’t trust anyone, so…”
“For good reasons.”
“What reasons?” she prods.
“People lie, Sully. That’s why.” I take another sip.
“So you just walk around, never trusting anyone? How’s that working for you?” She tilts her head to the side, crossing her arms.
I shrug. “Works pretty great, I’ve never been stood up.”
She scoffs. “You’re an ass. You’re supposed to feel sorry for me, and maybe trash talk her a little.”
“She’s a bitch?” I try.
“Too much.”
“You can do better?”
Iggy clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes, and I turn to Seth.
“Some help here, maybe?”
He chuckles, scratching his chin. “I don’t know," he shrugs. "Dating’s not really my forte.”
Iggy groans and drops her head against the counter again. “Stupid boys.”
Taco and beer turned into drinks turned into shots. Iggy’s hammered. She’s a stubborn little creature and thought she could keep up with me and Seth who’re both a foot taller, and got at least a hundred pounds on her.
One minute, she’s blabbering about how dating’s gone from worse to absolute shit since COVID hit, and when I get back from the bathroom, Seth’s placing a blanket over her on the couch, where she’s already snoring.
I snort, shaking my head and Seth turns around, mirroring my headshake with a smile. He nods at his bedroom, and I turn back around.
We brush our teeth in silence, swaying a little on our feet. Thank fuck I don’t have any customers until late afternoon tomorrow because I’ll definitely wake up feeling like shit.
“Wait here,” Seth says, leaving me in his bedroom. I grab the neck of my shirt, and pull it over my head, almost losing my balance for a second. I’ve just placed my pants on the footboard bench when Seth comes back, holding two water bottles.
“Here,” he says, handing me one.
“Thanks.” I drink half in one go.
He shakes his head, screwing the cap back on all while staring at me. Eyes roaming all over my body. “Ridiculous,” he mumbles.
“What?”
He pulls his own tee over his head, throwing it next to mine. “Your body.”
I snort. “My body’s ridiculous?”
“I mean,” he says, gesturing vaguely at me. “You look like a Greek god, or whatever. How’s that even fair?”
I scoff. “You wanna talk fair? You haven’t worked out a day in your life, but you’ve got abs?” I wave at him.
“I don’t have abs. I’m just skinny,” he says, shaking his head as he kicks off his pants.
I let my eyes wander all over him. He’s smaller than me, but more like slim and toned than skinny. His arms are defined, along with his pecs, and, yes, fucking abs. Maybe not a full six-pack like me, but still. “Bullshit. You’re fucking lean.”
He shakes his head, huffing a laugh. “I’m skinny. And apparently short.” He shoots me a look, one eyebrow raised as he climbs into bed.
I snort. “Shorter. Than me. Six feet isn’t short, asshole.”
I climb in on the other side of the bed, pulling the duvet up to my waist, and sink down on the pillow, arms behind my head.
His bed is so much better than mine—king size, dark brownish headboard, fluffy white pillows and dark grey duvet that I could live in.
His whole apartment is better than mine.
It’s cozy and homey in a way I’ve never gotten mine, no matter how much Tara tried to fix it.
I glance at him as he pulls the duvet up to his waist. Letting my eyes roam over his chest and face. “I like it, though,” I mumble.
“What?” He turns to face me. “That I’m smaller than you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why? ‘Cause I look more like a girl?”
I turn my head, facing him and snort. “Yeah. Especially with that dick you’ve got. So girly.”
“Asshole,” he laughs.
I turn back, facing the ceiling. My jaw cracks as I yawn.
“You’ve been staring at me lately,” he mumbles after a while. “It makes me angsty.”
I whip my head his way, but he’s facing the ceiling. “Why?”
He shakes his head. “Just… Because.”
I consider his profile as he licks his lips, and his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.
“You’re hot, Seth.”
“What?” He turns his head, looking at me with a small frown.
“I think you’re hot. That’s why I’m staring. Why I’ve been staring.”
He opens and closes his mouth a few times. “And you didn’t think that before, or…?”
“I mean…” I grin, biting my bottom lip.
“Wow, just say you hate me.” He shakes his head, and rolls around, turning away from me.
“Dude,” I drawl, as I place an arm around him, dragging him closer to me, until his back hits my chest. “I didn’t look at you that way before.”
I hear him swallowing before he mumbles, “What way?”
“The ‘I know what you look like when you come’ way.”
His shoulders drop as he exhales, and he shuffles around until he’s facing me again.
“So, what do I look like when I come?” he asks with a small smile playing at his lips.
I poke my tongue in my cheek while images are running through my head, and even in my drunken state, my dick stirs.
“I can’t think about that now,” I say, moving my hand down to his ass and give it a squeeze.
“Wanna know what you look like?” he says.
I raise my brows expectantly. And then he makes the most insane face, scrunching his eyes and nose, while showing his teeth before that transforms into something even more outrageous.
I burst out laughing. “Fuck you!”
He chuckles and shuffles closer, placing a hand on my hip.
I lick my lips, my eyes moving between his eyes and his mouth.
“We can’t do anything with Sully out there,” I mumble.
“Then stop grinding against me,” he whispers. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. But my dick is on its own mission, and I don’t stop. And then his lips are right there so I claim them too.
“You have to be quiet,” I whisper against his mouth.
“You have to be quiet,” he retorts on an exhale.
I pull down his boxer briefs, wrapping a hand around him.
“You’re louder than me.”
“Fuck off, I’m no—ungh,” he moans, as I start stroking him. He quickly pulls down my boxers and takes a firm grip around my length.
“Shh!”
“You fucking shh!”
I chuckle but it’s cut off by my own groan as he strokes me with a firm grip.
“I wanna be inside you,” I breathe against his lips, thrusting into his fist.
“I want that too, but you invited third-wheeler out there to dinner,” he moans, making me chuckle. Then he stops, looks at me and pulls off the duvet from us both before he dives down, placing himself with his mouth at my dick, and my mouth at his.
“Technically inside, and we’ll both be muted,” he chuckles before he licks the tip of my dick.
I’m still laughing as I wrap my lips around him, but I quickly shut up when he swallows me down, hands on my ass as he presses me closer to him, and I’m hoping to hell Seth’s bedroom walls are thick enough to muffle our sounds.