“Ew. You can’t call him Dr. Bash,” Odd whispers in my ear. “Not when you call me Dr. Bash.”
“Oh, is that my brother? Are you naked with him?” He sounds so genuinely thrilled that I can’t tell if I’m happy or annoyed. All I know for sure is that the boss-employee dynamic is well and truly gone between us. If it ever existed at all.
Odd licks my nipple and I stifle a groan. “Yep. And unless you have anything to do besides harangue me about masturbation, I’d like to get back to him.”
“Hell, he might be able to answer me. Ask him where you are with your erections.”
“No. And halfway.”
“Excellent. The relevant data suggests that you’ll start seeing improvement quickly, but given your size, you’ll need to be patient.”
I knew he’d look.“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Not as much as my brother is, apparently.”
“How many more of these calls from you can I expect?”
“Just the one. Dr. Tamashiro asked me to make sure your dick doesn’t fall off while she’s out of town.”
He hangs up the phone, and I catch Odd’s eye. “Your brother…”
“I have no excuses for him. But he loves me and is happy that I’m happy. Genuinely.”
I stitch my brows together, catching the edge of my lip in my teeth. “And you are? Happy, that is?”
He glares while delivering a breathless kiss before whispering in my ear, “I’m ecstatic.”
We smile like jackasses and move toward each other, synchronous organisms walking out of step with the world until we found each other.
24
DeShaun
It’s raining outside, so Odd and I are curled up in bed after a morning of catching up on blowjobs and dirty dishes, followed by a little bit of play with the sex machine. Odd put together a wider rubber-lined cylinder that would fit around both of us for some enhanced frotting. I came so hard that we also ended up having to catch up on laundry. This is not a complaint.
I’m considering a nap when Odd hands me my ringing phone. “It’s that Greg guy again. He’s called, what, five times since your surgery? You should see what he wants.”
Ugh. I've been squirrely about talking to anybody outside of my close-knit circle, but Odd’s right. I do need to see what he has to say. I grab my phone and a quick kiss before hitting Accept.
"Greg! Good buddy! How’re you doing?"
"He lives! Was beginning to wonder if you were a figment of my imagination."
I laugh, remembering how direct Greg can be. "Yeah, just been a rough couple of weeks. Finally had my knee repaired.”
“Ouch, man, I’m sorry. That sounds painful.”
“I think it says something that the recovery has been less painful than the condition of my knee.” When Greg grunts in agreement, I continue, “But it’s getting better. How can I help you today?”
"Already trying to shuffle me off so you can deal with the next world-ending data breach?” he asks good-naturedly.
"Not that I'd ever put it like that, but maybe a little. Just got a lot of balls in the air right now."
Odd snorts and holds up one finger.Just the one ballhe mouths. Asshole.
"Well, now I feel silly. I wanted to invite you to dinner."
That actually sounds…nice.
