Chapter 9 Throwing the Trash Out #3
I take his hand and slide it inside my briefs, and he grips my dick tightly, letting out a low growl that makes my cock harden even more.
“I forgot you were wearing my underwear,” he whispers, as he tugs them down and flips me onto my back.
I reach my arm toward the nightstand, attempting to get the lube from inside the small drawer.
“Stay,” Sivan orders, standing up naked from my bed.
He slides the drawer open and grabs the lube out.
“There’s not much in here…” He narrows his eyes at me.
“I remember using this bottle the last time I was here. It was a full bottle…why is there so little left?”
Uh, probably because I was using it while thinking about him for the past nine months. “Your absence may have been responsible for that.”
He’s smirking at me. “Were you jerking off while thinking about me?”
“What if I said I did more than that?”
Sivan gets back into bed with me, he grips one of my thighs, parting my legs, and climbs in between them. My cock is rock hard, and his is too. I’m so eager to feel him again, but even more than that, I want him to kiss me.
He flips the cap of the lube open and squeezes some out. I never thought I’d be obsessed with looking at another man’s naked body, but damn, I can’t pull my eyes away from him. The ridges of his abs, and the deep V leading to his dick are the last things I want to see before I die.
He’s making eye contact with me, while he starts to stroke himself.
“If you said you did more than that, I’d be interested in what that means.
But while you’re lying here naked, I only want to hear about the things that you did while thinking about me.
Now, tell me, did you rub your cock, imagining it was me, or did you finger yourself? ”
He’s jerking his cock at a slow, deliberate pace. I feel like I’ve learned how to handle his dick pretty well, but I’m still mesmerized watching him. “I did both.”
“That’s fucking hot, but…” he moves in closer, placing his cock next to mine, and begins to stroke us both together. “That means you stole from me.”
“What? How did I steal from you?”
“That cum was mine. It belonged to me.”
I bite my bottom lip and nod. I’m so high on the feeling of our dicks being rubbed together that I can’t even speak. A meek “Mmhmm” escapes my lips.
“So, you acknowledge that your cum belongs to me. That’s good…but what you did was bad.” His strokes slow, and for some reason, it’s only bringing me closer to bursting. “Don’t do that again. We don’t waste cum.”
“Yyeemmm.” I don’t even know what the sound was that just came out of me. “Okay,” I whimper.
“Now, tell me, did you do it like this?” he asks, rubbing slowly.
“Mmm…yes…sometimes, but other times it was faster.”
His eyebrows raise and his grip tightens, while he increases the speed, working our cocks together. It sounds sloppy and wet—delicious. “Fast like this, Vincent?”
Holy shit. I’m gonna come. I don’t know why this feels so good, but there is something deeply erotic about both of our warm hard dicks rubbing against one another. “Yes…yes, like that, but—fuck, Sivan. I’m gonna come.”
He nods, jerking us together faster. “How many times did you come thinking about me?” His hand is moving faster and faster with each stroke. “Tell me… How much cum was spilled when you moaned my name?”
My back arches, and I scratch my nails down Sivan’s chest, and I come—I fucking come all over his hand, while Sivan pumps the two of us together. His cum is spilling out, mixing with mine, it’s running down his fingers, dripping onto my abs, while he slowly milks the both of us.
With a devilish grin, he wipes the cum from my abs with two fingers then brings them to his mouth, licking the cum off them.
Damn, he’s so fucking hot. Taking another swipe, he shoves his cum-soaked fingers in my mouth and watches while I suck them clean.
“Fuck, Vincent. Your tongue.” He presses his lips against mine and kisses me deeply, then drops on the bed beside me.
I’m utterly spent, eyes wide, panting, breathless, just staring at this beautiful fucking man… Now I know how he felt earlier. No one else can ever have him—he is mine.
I close my eyes, still trying to catch my breath and feel Sivan’s lips softly touch mine. “Why can’t we just do that all day?” he asks.
“I wish. Maybe when we’re captains, we can change piracy again. We’ll be the pirates who just have sex all day.” I flip my legs out of bed and head for the shower, so I can rinse off, while Sivan follows behind.
“Can I join you if you’re taking a shower?”
I smile over my shoulder. “Of course, but I’m just using the handheld, not taking a full shower. Just a quick rinse.” I grab two towels from under the sink inside my bathroom and hang them on the towel bar on the outside of the shower doors.
We step inside my shower, and I turn the water on, quickly spraying my hands down, then do the same to Sivan’s.
He’s staring hard at my ass, while I lather up a bath pouf.
I can almost see him planning to bend me over.
But as much as I wish we could have sex in here, we really can’t.
There’s way too much to be done. He gives my ass a squeeze, then tilts his head to the side and wiggles his ear.
Now he’s looking around the shower like he lost something.
Rubbing his shoulder, I ask, “What’s wrong? I’m sure she doesn’t have a camera in here. Is that what you’re looking for?”
“No, I thought I heard a door open. Probably just hearing things. Or someone just walked inside your room.”
“I really hope that’s not the case. I’m gonna be so pissed if we walk out there and see Harlow or Matteo.
Oh shit, what if it’s our dads?” There is no way in hell I could explain coming out of the shower with Sivan as something that we’d normally do.
Our dads would definitely know we were sleeping together.
Once we’re wrapped in our towels, I open the door, wincing. “What the fuck? Where did that come from?!” I shout, completely shocked at the sight.
“You have a pet monkey? Isn’t it illegal to have monkeys as pets?”
The small monkey on top of my dresser turns to look at us, then jumps down, quickly darting toward me.
Instinctively, I back up. I have no idea what it’s going to do, or where the hell it came from.
Before I can decide what to do next, the monkey starts climbing up my body, stopping when his scratchy fur reaches my chest. I don’t know if I should pet him or…
Whack. The monkey just slapped me in my face.
“Whoa, get down!” Quickly, I pull him off me and place him on the floor beside my bed.
The slap didn’t really hurt, but I sure as hell wasn’t expecting it.
“Where did you come from? You can’t just smack someone.
” I turn to Sivan. “He’s not my monkey. I don’t have any pets.
I’m pretty sure you would have known if I had a pet monkey. ”
The monkey drops its head down, like I hurt his feelings or something.
It’s making its way over to where Sivan’s clothes are.
Before the monkey can do anything to them, Sivan walks over toward the pile and picks his things up.
“Thank you. I wasn’t sure where I left these,” he says, while patting the monkey’s head.
The monkey makes a loud screeching noise in response.
“I guess it wants me to get dressed,” he says with a shrug.
“Just open the door and let it out. I have no idea how it got here. Could it have opened the door by itself?”
“Yeah, hypothetically speaking. But where did it come from?” Sivan asks.
I walk into my closet and take my meeting clothes out. How the hell did a monkey get inside my room? When I approach my bed with my clothes in hand, the monkey stays in the same place, looking like it’s waiting for me to move.
With my eyes on the monkey, I drop my towel, and he starts making his way over to me. I slide my underwear and pants on just before it reaches me. “How did you get in here?” I ask it. The monkey jumps at my chest, and I catch him against myself. “Hey, get down,” I groan, trying to pry him off me.
Whack. The monkey slaps me across the face again. “Oh my God. Why do you keep hitting me?”
Sivan is trying hard not to laugh, but it’s not working. “I don’t think that monkey likes you. It must have bad taste,” he says.
The monkey jumps down and makes its way toward my door. “I can’t believe it just slapped me again,” I say, rubbing my cheek. “What the hell?”
The monkey looks at me and smiles—it’s almost taunting me.
“Why hasn’t it smacked you, Sivan?”
“No idea. I’m still not sure any of this is really happening. Starting to wonder if this is all a crazy dream.”
Someone is knocking on my door. Sivan holds his finger in front of his mouth, telling me to be quiet.
Harlow’s voice shouts from the outside, “No use in pretending you’re not in there.
I gave you two plenty of time to sleep and even tolerated whatever that abhorrent act was a few minutes ago.
I can’t allow this, Vincent, I’m sorry. If you two want to do these kinds of things, it can’t be in the bed that we’re going to share. ”
“What the hell are you even saying?” I angrily shout back. “You’re acting like we’re doing something, when we’re just lying in my bed.”
“Let me in and I’ll show you exactly what I’m talking about. Oh, but please do finish dressing first.”
“There is still a camera in here,” Sivan whispers.
The rage I initially felt at hearing her voice is nothing compared to the surge of fury I feel at the thought that she just saw Sivan’s naked body. “Shit, we just gave her more of what she wanted.”
“Mmm, hardly,” Sivan says, passing me my shirt off the bed. “I think she’s probably rather disappointed to be honest. But there’s no way I’m letting her in here. Tell her to go away, Vincent.”