“Exactly! The whole world knows about it. It was headline news for days. But I guess you never watch the news, do you?”
“No, not really, especially celebrity news. You know how I feel about gossip and the paparazzi.”
Matt smirks. “You love to spread gossip yourself but never want to see it in the headlines.”
“Damn straight,” I say, and we both chuckle. “Right, I have to shower and get out of these fucking ridiculous clothes.”
“Yeah, you’re kinda freaking me out dressed like that.”
I slap his shoulder and head up the stairs. My feet feel heavy on the wood as I make my way into the ensuite. I smell like chlorine, and I’m pretty sure I can smell Ria’s hair scent on me. It’s driving me crazy, and I need it gone.
Taking off her stepdad’s clothes, I turn on the shower and move in under the scorching hot water. It almost burns my skin, but I don’t care because I want it hot. The scalding temperature makes me feel. Facing the wall, I sigh and rest my head against the tiles. Thinking back to not that long ago, when Ria’s lips were on mine, her soft, supple lips caressed my skin, and her tongue danced with mine.
My cock hardens as I think of her, and my hand moves down, gently stroking it. It throbs in my grasp, and I know she wouldn’t appreciate me thinking of her as I touch myself, but fuck, she’s doing my damn head in. She can’t kiss me like that and not expect to work me up, especially if I’m never going to get to touch her again.
Now, all I’ll ever have is the memory of kissing her.
My cock hardens completely, and my breathing deepens as I stroke my cock a little faster, increasing the pressure—I’ve gone from stroking to full-on tugging.
Fuck it! She’s in my head, and all I can see isherbehind my closed eyelids. Ria in that white bikini, in that tight little dress, and I wonder what she’d look like naked beneath me, writhing in pleasure as I ram my cock in her.
A groan echoes through the bathroom as my cock pulses and my legs shudder. A tingle starts at the base of my spine and radiates through me. Tugging faster and faster, working up to my peak, I groan as the hot water pummels my side. My eyes clench as my balls pull up tight, my body trembles, and my back arches. I moan out loud, panting hard as my cock jolts and hot cum spurts out, covering the wall.
The release did nothing to remove Ria from my thoughts.
Leaning my forehead against the wall, I sigh, finally pulling back and moving under the water completely. The water feels like pins and needles, causing my skin to tingle. While there’s relief from my pent-up sexual tension, I’m pretty sure Ria would hate me thinking of her like that. And as I wash down the wall, I can’t help but feel disappointed in myself yet again.
After washing myself off, I finish my shower, spending an unusually long time in here. I just need some time to myself before seeing what Matt has in store for me for the rest of the day. Knowing him, it will be food and Xbox—guy time. I actually think that’s exactly what I need. Some downtime with my bro to unwind after today’s stress.
After stepping out of the shower, I dress and go to head downstairs. Opening my door, a smell hits me the instant I open my bedroom door. It’s intense, and I open my eyes wide, wondering what the fuck Matt’s up to as bells and soft ocean sounds play through the house. My brows crunch together, wondering what the fuck is going on. Heading down the wooden stairs, I notice puffs of smoke billowing out of something I am unsure of.
“What the fuck?” I murmur to myself as I slowly take the stairs one by one. A short, bald Asian man comes into view, standing in our living room, holding a bundle of lit, smoking herbs, waving them around in some strange dance, humming tohimself. He’s wearing a full orange monk robe and moving like he is either having some kind of seizure or possibly a mild stroke.
The smell of the burning herbs assaults my senses, and I can’t help the sneeze that I let go.
Suddenly, he stops, halting all movements, and turns toward me. He opens his eyes brightly, glaring right at me.
“You!”
I jolt back, slightly shocked by the harsh tone of this strange man who’s inmyliving room. “Me?”
“You ruin myju-ju. Come here!” he demands, his nostrils flaring like he’s super mad as he waves his smoking wand of crap at me.
I look around the living room for a sign of Matt, but he’s nowhere to be found, and I feel like I’ve walked into the fuckingTwilight Zone.
“Um… who the fuck are you?” I ask, and he pulls his hand up, gesturing for me to zip my lips.
“Shh… you ruin good karma. Theqiin room is paramount. I fix your badju-ju. You’re bad karma, big boy, yes?”
I shake my head, furrowing my brows. “What the fuck?” I murmur under my breath again.
“Shh… no swearing in house. It banned. Only goodqifrom now on, sexy boy,” he says, then waves the herbs in front of my face. The smoke burns my eyes and filters up through my nose, this time making me cough and splutter as he runs around the room again, wailing and chanting as he dances like a maniac.
He’s half Jackie Chan, halfQueer Eye for the Straight Guy. I can’t figure him out. Or figure out why the fuck he’s even here. I stand on the spot, watching him as he runs about the room, waving the herbs and filling the room with smoke. I wouldn’t be surprised if the smoke detector goes off as he waves the herbs over the furniture for some reason, which I’m still not sure of. Hecomes back over to me and runs the herbs up the middle of my body as he hums, vibrating the stem as he goes.
I open my eyes wide, taking a step away from him as he closes his eyes like he’s absorbing some kind of energy. I don’t know whether to take off running or burst out laughing when he lets out a deep breath and sags his body, looking me in the eyes.
“You have badju-ju. Me and Korean Fung Shui will help you!”
