It’s a shitty idea, but I have so much fun messing around with Scott.
He’s so playful and easily excitable, especially in the bedroom.
We’ve spent the past week leading up to Kate’s move fucking while Jordan’s been at work or attending his summer classes.
Scott working from home is a blessing, and even though he’s had time to work on his own shit, he’s made time for a little fun, too. I’ve made sure he hasn’t regretted that.
The intensity of what I feel with Scott isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt with a girl before.
The power, the heat, the way he gets my dick hard makes me realize I’m gonna have to give this fucking-around-with-guys thing a shot when I get back to Los Angeles. Clearly, I’ve been limiting myself all these years.
I lie on the mattress of the fold-out couch, my nude body over the covers as I watch an episode of Family Guy on Netflix. The bright morning light shines through the sheer white curtains of the living room.
My body’s still on LA time, and I haven’t adjusted to the east coast, so I keep waking up around nine in the morning. Last time I checked my phone, it was a little after ten.
We have to head over to Kate’s place at two to help her move shit out of her bastard ex’s place.
I hear a bedroom door open in the adjoining hall. I’m kind of hoping Scott’s woken up and that I can at least see him a bit before Jordan wakes, because this is the first day since last Sunday where Jordan will be here with us.
Jordan stumbles into the living room, groggy-eyed and looking like he’s about to fall over he’s so tired. I’m surprised he even bothered to get up at all.
“You want an omelet?” Jordan asks as he heads into the kitchen.
“Sure, that’d be great. What time do you want to leave here for Kate’s?”
“I was thinking noonish. Maybe one.”
“Let’s say twelve thirty. That’ll give us time to pick up the moving truck.”
“Works for me.”
We’ll have to check to make sure that works for Scott. I really hope it doesn’t because I don’t even like that he’s coming with us. Our fucked-up family isn’t any of his business. Although, considering he’s seen Kate a hell of a lot more than I have in the past few years, I know he’s doing this as a friend.
I’m going to have to suck this up and be appreciative.
While Jordan makes omelets, Scott wanders into the living room. His curly hair is all over the place, and I realize I need to get under the covers, if only to keep anyone from noticing my dick getting hard just thinking about how much he got me worked up last night. Even though he’s obviously tired, he appears refreshed, and I take pride in knowing I’m at least partly responsible for why he got a good night’s rest.
He glances at me briefly, his lips curling upward like just looking at me makes him a little giddy.
“Morning,” Jordan says, and Scott’s lips become a sharp line.
I want to laugh. God, he’s fucking cute with how weird he is about keeping it from Jordan. Not that I want him to know, but I certainly don’t feel like it’d be the end of the world.
“Morning,” Scott grumbles.
Jordan steps out of the kitchen with a plate and a cheese-and-jalapeno omelet with ketchup on the side. Just how I like it.
“I’m making you one, too,” he tells Scott on his way back into the kitchen. “No Froot Loops this morning.”
“But I love Froot Loops.”
“I do, too,” I tease.
Scott sits on one of the two barstools in front of the kitchen bar.
“How’d you sleep last night?” Jordan asks Scott.
“Pretty damn good.” He glances at me, and I smile.
