I had no idea fish tanks were so complicated.
Torin seems to know everything about it though. Every question I have, he has an answer for. Not just a guess but an answer. I myself watching him in awe. When he’s talking about his fish and tank, he’s so authoritative. He justknows.
We spend a little while doing his laundry and cleaning his apartment. It’s not big and we haven’t been there for any length of time for a while, so it doesn’t take us long.
“We should come here more often,” I comment as I put a new pink trash can liner in his bin. Everything is pink. I didn’t know half this stuff came in pink.
“It’s so far away,” he laments. “I’ve never disliked the distance quite so much, but now it’s justinconvenient.”
“I don’t mind the distance,” I say as I let the lid fall and turn to the next task. He has this tiny pink dishwasher that sits on the counter next to the sink; I’m fascinated by it. I rinse some dishes and set them on the rack inside. “When we drive it together, it’s not long at all.”
“But driving it back-to-back just to come and feed my fish?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Then we’ll make more of an effort to spend the night here. More time. I love your apartment.”
“Hugo, it’s tiny. Your house is so much bigger.”
Once I have the dishwasher as filled as it can get, I add one of the pods to the inside and shut it. There’s this funnel that you hook into the hole at the top to dump water in, then it uses the sink for the rest of its wash. I kind of wish I understood how it worked. I’d probably watch it like a kid watches a clothes dryer.
“Bigger isn’t always better,” I tell him as the machine turns on and begins its cycle.
Torin snorts. “That’s debatable,” he mutters.
Grinning, I turn to face him.
I’m naked, of course, while Torin is stripped down to his underwear. Since we were washing laundry, it seemed wise to put the clothes I was wearing in with his. That way I can leave the set I brought with us for another time. An extra set in case I forget one day.
He’s breathtaking. Especially when he’s bent over, stretching across his bed to make it and his little ass is in the air. I can also see his cheeks pink. Whether it’s from him implying that he likes bigger things better or because he knows I’m looking at him, I don’t know. Maybe both.
Crossing the room, I help him make the bed. It’s not a huge bed. A double, I think. Since his studio apartment is primarily dominated by his tank, I think he went with smaller furniture. His bed is small, his couch is small, his table is small. The only other thing that takes up some space is his computer set up. He’s definitely a gamer. He’s got three monitors on a long desk with a big, comfortable chair that looks like it can transform into a car.
Once we’re finished, we drop onto his couch. It’s only big enough for two people, which is fine. Works for me. His televisionis on the wall in a strange place, but I think it’s because of how the space is arranged. Torin explained that he tried to keep at least 2/3 of the tank out of the sunlight as much as possible. Not only to help prevent too much algae, but also so the black base wouldn’t get too hot.
“I really love this place,” I insist, looking around. It’s so homey. Cozy. I really kind of love that I can see the entire place from right here.
“Really?” he asks, skeptically.
Grinning, I nod. “It’s perfect.”
“You don’t hate the pink?”
“Why would I hate that it’s pink? You love it, right?”
Torin looks around and nods. “I think I could use a little more space, but since I’ve barely been here recently, it’s not that big of a deal. It means I can clean the apartment in an hour or so. Especially when you insist on helping.” He side-eyes me.
Smiling, I pull him onto my lap. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pull him against me and bury my face in his neck. He smells like flowers. And… skin. Fresh and sweet and beautiful. Just like him.
He sighs, his arms wrapping around my neck. I feel his lips on the top of my head, kissing me. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe this is my life.”
“I know. I love every minute of it.”
Torin nods. Because I have him so close, I can feel when his dick begins getting hard. I expect nothing less from him at this point. Ilovehow he’s so turned on by me. His arousal fuels mine, and since I seem to walk around partially cocked since cuddling with him all those weeks ago, it takes nearly nothing to encourage my dick.
I drop my hands to his ass and cup his cheeks. His body seems to move on its own, rocking against me at my touch. My lips move over the soft flesh of his neck.
“Can I take these off?” I ask, tugging at his underwear.
He nods and climbs off me. I watch as he shoves them down and steps out, his perfectly shaped cock already hard and wanting.
