64. Seth
Seth
Kaden’s a man of his words.
I’m currently bent over the kitchen counter in my apartment. My jeans are pooled by my ankles, and I’m so turned on, I’m shaking.
Kaden’s behind me, and I hear him rip something open before his fingers slide down between my cheeks. They’re a little cold and wet.
“You’re carrying lube in your pockets now?” I chuckle.
“Condoms, too.”
“Really?”
“I got it at the clinic,” he says, circling his finger around my hole, while slowly stroking my dick.
“The clinic?” I frown. “What clinic?”
“The clinic.”
“Wait, what?” I shift and he stops so I can turn around. “Why were you at the clinic?”
“I got tested,” he replies with a shake of his head.
“For what?” I ask like an idiot. But why the fuck is he getting tested? Is he sleeping with someone else? More than one? Is it Tara? Some other guy?
Oh, my god, I feel sick. There’s a bottomless pit in my stomach.
I shouldn’t be jealous. I know I shouldn’t be, because he’s not even mine. But it’s eating me up from the inside out, until I feel like I can’t breathe.
I pull up my pants, tucking my deflating dick inside my boxer briefs.
“Are you… Are you sleeping with someone else? I mean—”
“What?” he snorts. “Dude, are you high?”
“But why—”
“First off, when would I have time to sleep with someone else? I’m with you all the time.”
Except when he’s with his band. Or at his mom’s. If he’s even there at all.
“I just… We never discussed that. Like—”
“Yeah, no, but I kinda took that for granted.” He frowns. “Why would we be doing this if there was an alternative?”
Oh, wow. Why don’t you just kill me dead already? Shoot me in the actual face, why don’t you?
He must see something on my face because he shakes his head, and drops his gaze to the floor. “Fuck, Seth! I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I didn’t—”
“No. No, I get it. That’s… That’s what this is. Right?” I cross my arms. “Just a means to an end. And we’d never do this unless it wasn’t for COVID, so.” I shrug, pressing my lips together.
He drags a hand down his face, sighing. “I didn’t mean it like that, Seth.”
“It’s fine, dude. We’re bros before hoes, right?” I pat him firmly on his shoulder as I slip past him, and walk into the bathroom.
I brush my teeth, just to do something, and then he appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He bites the corner of his mouth, pants still undone from before and it feels like a mean joke.
Fuck you, cosmos! Yeah, I forgot my place for a hot minute, but thank you very fucking much for the reminder!
He eventually walks in and brushes his teeth while I wash my face, pretending he’s not there as I apply the moisturizer. Then I walk out into my bedroom. I undress and get under the duvet before he comes in.
It’s quiet in the room, save for the slight rustle of his clothes being removed, and then the mattress dips as he gets in. It’s not even ten p.m., and we’re already in bed.
“Seth?”
“Yeah?” I don’t turn to look at him, gluing my eyes to the ceiling instead.
“I didn’t mean it like that—”
“It’s fine, Kaden.” I shake my head. “I know what you meant. But like, just so we’re on the same page, if we start sleeping with other people too, I think it’s fair to let the other one know, yeah?”
“I’m not sleeping with other people. I went to the clinic to get tested ‘cause I…”
I turn to glance at him, and he’s dragging a hand down his chin, and licks his bottom lip.
“I didn’t get tested after Tara, ‘cause I trusted her. And hospitals are fucking scary with all the sick people and… I just wanted to get tested now ‘cause I don’t wanna risk anything.”
I frown. “But we’re using condoms, so?”
“Yeah, but if we didn’t,” he says, turning to face me. “Then I’d like to know I’m clear. And I know you said you got tested after that Adam guy, and that you’re on PrEP, and all, so.” He shrugs. “I wanna be safe.”
I turn to my side, fully facing him. “What do you mean, if we didn’t?”
“I mean,” he says, throwing his hands out. “If we didn’t wanna use condoms anymore.”
“You don’t want that?”
“Do you?” he asks, searching my eyes.
I squint at him. “I asked you first.”
He shakes his head, snorting. “Fine! No, I don’t.”
Well, well, well, how the turntables. I don’t really know what I mean by that, but Kaden not wanting to use condoms feels like a win. I can’t make that make sense. It’s just the way it is.
“So, basically, what you’re saying is, you went to get checked up, so that you can fuck me bare?”
“Fuck you!” He laughs, smacking my arm. “You’re an asshole.”
“Uno reverse, Kadey-babe,” I grin, and climb on top of him. I straddle his hips, and lean forward, my lips grazing his ear.
“You wanna come inside me?” I whisper, slowly grinding down on him. “Wanna watch your cum drip out of me, and down my thighs?”
“Shut up,” he says but his voice’s all husky, and I feel his dick jerk under me. I chuckle, and roll my hips again, drawing a moan out of him, and he grabs my hips.
“Does that turn you on?”
“Yeah, you sick fuck.” His laugh is low, and throaty. “I told you, you’ve ruined me.”
Uno reverse, Kaden. Uno reverse.