“I’ve implied it. I’ve never actually said it.”
“Like that makes it better,” I scoff. “Do I go around shaming you for jerking off in front of everyone all the time? Do I say a fuckin’ word about the way you go through the bathroom trashcan to find the tissues Bubba uses to wipe away his cum when he jacks off?”
“We don’t speak of that. I’ve warned you several times.”
“Yeah, you did. And did I say anything to Bubba? Did I tell him I walked in and saw you licking the tissue clean?”
He shakes his head so fast it’s a wonder it doesn’t fly off. “You shut that filthy fucking mouth.”
“You ate an entire fucking load out of the trash can.”
The color drains from his face. “That was one time, and I have apologized—”
“Actually, you haven’t.”
“Okay, fine. I’ve explained it endlessly. I was low on protein, so I thought I could just use Bubba’s brotein instead. It’s a mistake I’ve paid for dearly, let me fucking tell you.”
“You can say you’re low on protein all you want, that don’t mean you need to eat cum as a supplement. You live with three muscle bros who take their gym time very seriously. If you wanted protein, we’ve got nine-thousand supplements in the kitchen. You did it because you wanted to eat his load. Don’t fuckin’ deny it.”
“Okay, I won’t. I wanted to eat his cum. And do you know how it tasted, Johnny?”
“Why the hell would I want to know what his cum tastes like?”
“I’m not even going to dignify that with an explanation. You may be an unnecessarily handsome himbo—”
“Handsome?”
The fuck?
Every shade of color fades from his face, making him look like a porcelain doll. “No, no. No, we shan’t be focusing on that.” He pokes me in the chest. “Stay on topic. As I was saying, you may be a hillbilly himbo—”
I shake my head. “You said I was a handsome himbo.”
“I said no such thing. Don’t you dare put words in my mouth. What I said is, you may be a hillbillyhimbo, but even you’re not dense enough to not realize what this thing between the three of us is. I saw your eyes when you watched me eat his cum. You wanted it just as bad as I did.” I blush, and he picks up on it right off the bat. “See? Your face is the color of a tomato right now. It was literally white as snow two seconds ago.”
“It is, but not for the reason you think.”
He raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Elaborate.”
“How did it taste?”
He scowls at me. “What?”
“His cum,” I say, my voice a little smaller. “How did it taste?”
Slowly, the corners of his lips curl up. “Frothy, creamy, and positively filthy.” He’s got this smug smirk on his face, but it’s about to fade.
“Did you like it?” I ask, and it takes him a second to finally nod. I know this next part is going to tick him off, but it ain’t like it was doneon purpose. Me telling him the truth right now is, but the act itself wasn’t. “That wasn’t Bubba’s cum.”
Swallowing, realization settles on his face. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
His eyes widen, and he shakes his head in disbelief. “No. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t!”
“You ate my jizz, bro.”
He stares at me in silence for a good fifteen seconds, and to my surprise, a full-body shudder passes through his body, sending him trembling right in front of me. “I should slap you for that.” His words are harsh, but his voice is all cracked and broken.
