Miles
If a metric fuck-tonwas a real unit of measure, it could have been defined as the weight of the stare Grayson had been leveling at me for the past five minutes.
“You’ve never, Miles.” The piece of paper in his hand trembled as he shook it, slicing through the air.
“Not since you, no.”
“Why now?” Grayson flung the paper at me, the copy of my negative test results from the clinic landing on the rug between us.
“Because I want to.”
Hendrix’s test results had already been burning a hole in my phone, and the minutes between Friday and Saturday were ticking on at a glacial pace. Grayson wasn’t wrong in his accusation. While I kept up on my sexual health, I hadn’t barebacked anyone since him, and that was well over half a decade before. Him waking up from his evening nap and finding a copy of my test results on the kitchen island wouldn’t have been a giveaway of what Hendrix and I were planning, but the way I lost my cool, snatched them out of his hand, and turned red as a Skittle had.
“You don’t even know him,” Grayson reminded me.
It might have been true, but I knew what Hendrix tasted like when he came and I knew that he drooled in his sleep. I knew his middle name and his last name, and now I knew he wanted to call me Sir… and wasn’t that enough? Couldn’t that be enough? At least for a while.
“I appreciate your misplaced concern, but it’s just that.” I picked the test results up from the floor and folded the paper into fours. “I promise I know what I’m doing.”
“You’re drowning in quicksand,” he said.
“That’s not even a thing. People only drown in quicksand because they struggle. Because they fight.” I waved my test results at him before tucking them into my back pocket. “I’m doing the opposite of fighting this, buddy.”
“Buddy.” Grayson snorted, rolling his eyes. “This is a mistake, Miles, and I know how this ends. With one of you getting your heart broken.”
“Thanks for the vote of support.”
“And knowing you,” he went on like I hadn’t even spoken. “It’ll probably be yours.”
That statement couldn’t have been any further from the truth. I gave my best friend a tight smile. “Well, good thing you’ll be here to pick up the pieces then, right? Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go next door and make some mistakes.”
“You’re being irresponsible.”
I patted the test results again. “Quite the opposite.”
Grayson’s expression made it clear he wasn’t done admonishing me for daring to have responsible sex with my partner, so I grabbed my backpack and walked out on him. He was mid-sentence and that was probably a shitty thing for me to do, but I didn’t want him to remind me that the step I was about to take with Hendrixwasan important one. I hadn’t thought about it when I said it, the need to—for lack of a better word—breed Hendrix had been something mentally insurmountable. I needed it like I needed air and so, of course, I told him as much.
He didn’t need to know I hadn’t done that with other partners. He didn’t need to know Grayson was the only other person I’d fucked bare. Hendrix was special, but I didn’t want him to know just how much. Because Grayson was right about one thing—I was definitely going to be the one who got my heart broken when this thing between us had run its course.
But I’d spent too long thinking about how I wanted the night to go. I’d thought my way right into overthinking, and then I gave up on the whole thing altogether. I’d resigned myself to the whatever happens happens mentality, and then I packed some of my favorite toys into a bag with a change of clothes and a toothbrush, and waited for it to be seven.
It was close enough.
I was tired of waiting and I wasn’t kidding when I told Hendrix I always got what I wanted.
It wasn’t even a minute for me to get from my house to his. The air was cool enough that I would have wanted a jacket if we were going out, but in less than a breath I was on Hendrix’s porch. He opened the door and I crashed into him, taking his face into my hands and slanting our mouths together.
He made a surprised sound and stumbled, stalling our backward momentum. I kicked the door closed behind me and he shoved me back into it, curling his fingers around my wrists and parting his mouth for my tongue. Even pressed against the door and Hendrix’s weight on me, he was pliable and yielding.
“Miss me?” I teased, nipping at his bottom lip.
He groaned, tilting his head back and giving me more access. I licked my way down his throat, kissing and sucking around to his neck and his ear. His cock quickly hardened, pushing against my thigh.
“Been looking forward to seeing you, that’s for sure.”
I chuckled, breaking away for air. “Let’s go to your room.”
Hendrix palmed himself and backed away, waiting for me to follow after him. He was dressed casually, sweats and a t-shirt, all things that would be easy for me to get off of him and I appreciated the thought. Assuming he’d thought about that at all. He flipped the switch in his bedroom, the light casting a soft amber glow over the room. This was the third time I’d been in his room, but the first time I gave it much of a look. The carpet was as dated as the rest of the house and looked like it was probably original.
