“I think I just got sharked,” I say as I finish what I like to think is a good game for me. “Personal best.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get you a big, fluffy stuffed animal.”
“Like hell you will. How did you do that?”
“My brothers and sister were smart, so I had to be good at other things. When we’d go out as a family to places with arcade games, they’d kick my ass, so I started going to the mall and practicing at the mini-arcade there so I could at least have something I could be awesome at.”
“Just so you could beat them?”
A devilish smile overtakes his face. “Yeah. They didn’t have a fucking clue how I did it, either.”
“You never cease to amaze me, Scott.”
We play a few other games with Scott doing about as well as I do on them. When we finish up, we stop by the shop to claim prizes with our points. Scott picks out a big panda, which he offers me as a gift. I resist at first, but he’s being too cute for me not to accept it. As we head back to the car, he’s grinning, obviously pleased with himself.
“A lot better than that little rubber ducky you got with yours,” he tells me.
“Don’t talk about Ducky like that!”
He laughs and wraps his arm around me as we walk together to the car.
If only every night could be as much fun as this one was.
After we head back to the house, we have a little fun time in Scott’s room. The blow-up mattress isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but we’ve made do with them, and once we finish up, I cuddle with him, as we’ve unashamedly done on many of the nights we’ve spent together. Neither of us question it, and it doesn’t seem like either of us want to.
“Kind of weird having someone watching us fuck,” I say, eyeing the stuffed panda that I threw down on the floor beside the bed.
“Do we need to turn him the other way next time?”
“Nah. I figure he can’t really do much, so he might as well get a show.”
Scott laughs, and I kiss his forehead.
“You mind if I pull up my email on your laptop real quick?” I ask. “I need to check to make sure my assistant has some things ready for a meeting tomorrow.”
He eyes me skeptically.
“What? I’m not going to, like, look at your password or anything.”
“No. That’s not it. It’s cool. There’s not a password on it anyway. I don’t exactly keep anything that important on it.”
“I’ll just check it and then we can pull up a little Netflix, maybe?”
“Yeah. I sawHowl’s Moving Castleon there earlier, and I was thinking I’d really like to watch that. It’s by the same producer who madeSpirited Away.”
Since we started spending nights together, we’ve started watching movies together, and Scott’s introduced me to a few cool anime films that I’m surprised I actually really enjoyed.
I roll off the mattress and push to my feet. “Oh, yeah, that’d be awesome.”
As I walk across the room to his basic desk, he whistles. “That’s one pretty ass you’ve got there.”
“It’s yours whenever you want to take it.”
“I know. I should be taking advantage of the invitation. I guess I’m just so greedy to have your cock in me that I just haven’t gotten around to it. That isn’t bothering you, is it?”
I sit at his desk and turn to him. He’s sitting up, his expression far too serious. “If I was bothered by it, I’d say something. If you just ever gave me that ass, I’d be totally fine for the rest of my life.”
I don’t even realize how that sounds until the words are out of my mouth, but it’s true, so whatever.
