As his cheeks darken an even deeper shade, he looks toward the sink again, letting out an exasperated huff. He grabs the hand towel, brings it to his nose, and sniffs the unidentified splotch. “Minty, but that means nothing. He chews a lot of peppermint gum. It could easily taint his semen.”
I ain’t a medical doctor or nothin’, but even I know that can’t be true.
When he licks the towel, it feels like my heart is going to leap out of my chest. Ezra thought it might be my cum, and he licked it anyway. I always lick the leftovers off my hand when I’m done coming, so he don’t have to worry about finding my mess anytime soon, but the fact he just licked what he thought might be my cum makes my dick chub.
“Definitely toothpaste.” Is that disappointment in his eyes? It couldn’t be. Why the fuck would it be? He stares at the hand towel with an intense expression, softly sighing, this light and pretty sound that has a soothing effect on my racing heart.
“Ezra?”
He lifts his hand and stares into the phone like he’s staring right at me. “Yeah?”
“You look disappointed that it wasn’t his cum.”
“Fuck off and die, trash,” he hisses, but it’s clear his heart isn’t in it. It’s only now I see he’s still got my underwear in his hand, and his fist is so tight around them his knuckles have gone white.
“Sniff them.”
His mouth hangs open. “Why the hell would I sniff Johnny’s underwear?” he whispers like he’s scared someone will overhear.
I don’t know what’s come over me, because now that the idea’s out there, I can’t get it out of my head. “Sniff them, Ezra. Be a good boy for me, baby.” Startled, he blinks a few times before slowly lifting them close to his face, then gives my boxer-briefs a cautious sniff. The second he catches a whiff of me, he lets out this soft purr like a kitten, looking into the phone for further instruction. “Good boy. I’m proud of you. Now breathe a little deeper for me.” Cautiously, he brings them even closer, breathing in deeply, his chest rising as he whines at my scent. I wore them all fuckin’ night, and I know they have to smell pretty strong like cock.
“Can I smell the other side, sir?”
I growl loud enough that Dallas and Bubba both look over there shoulder at me, but I ain’t got time for their shit, so I tell them, “Fuck off.” With my focus solely on Ezra, my cock throbs as he turns them away and smells where my ass was. He brings them even closer, pressing the fabric flush against his face, his nose buried in my sweaty underwear, inhaling my most private scent. It’s something even Bubba ain’t smelled yet.
He pulls the underwear back and stares at them, tongue darting out, tracing the curve of his lips. He brings them to his face again, burying himself in the same cloth that clung to my cock all day.
“Johnny.” When he pulls them away, he’s in the middle of a full-body shudder. “Fuck.”
“What’s the verdict?”
“I …” He closes his eyes as an aftershock shudder overtakes him. “I’m so sorry. I have to go. I need to finish my hair. They’ll be home soon.” He’s got this awkward, nervous smile on his face, all giddy and nervous and unexplainably perky. “I had a lot of fun talking to you, though. You remind me of someone I know.”
I swallow, trying to push down my nerves. “Is that a good thing?”
“I guess we’ll find out in a minute.” He gives the camera an awkward wave before whispering, “Bye, babe,” then suddenly ends the call.
He called me babe. He said it like he fuckin’ meant it too.
I’m left reeling at the realization that I’ve just had a conversation with Ezra, and it didn’t end with me wanting to set our house on fire with him still in it. The way he smiled at me. Fuck.
I don’t know how long I stare at my blank screen before finally looking up to realize we’re already parked in the front yard, and Dallas is gone, leaving Bubba and me alone in his truck. I don’t even remember stopping.
“Are you okay, bro?” he asks me, and I’m not sure how to answer, because I don’t know how I feel. Luckily, Bubba must know I need reassurance, because he turns around and takes my hand. “I promise, I’m going to make everything okay.”
“I’m fine,” I lie, but Bubba can read me like a book.
“You aren’t, and neither is Ezra.” His grip tightens like he’s trying to prove his sincerity by brute force. “You matter just as much as he does. You know that, don’t you, Johnny Boy?”
I know Bubba tries to show us both the same amount of attention, but it’s hard when Ez is like a one-man marching band, constantly catching everyone’s gaze. After my chat with him, I think I can finally see what the fuss is about. He’s a fuckin’ prick half the time, but he was so damn charming and quirky, it’s hard not to fall under his spell.
“I’m scared, Bubba,” I whisper, because I am. Fuckin’ terrified.
“Of losing me?”
I shake my head and look away, because that’s not what’s worrying me, and if I look at Bubba long enough, he’ll know. Healwaysknows. The words are caught in the back of my throat. How can I tell him it ain’t that I’m scared of him; it’s that I’m scared of finding out something new about myself. Because the way Ezra looked earlier, stroking his little cock for us to see, had me feeling a bunch of feelings.
“You like him too,” Bubba whispers, and it feels like he’s just cold-cocked me right in the heart. “Johnny. Baby, look at me.” The endearment makes it feel like a bomb’s just gone off inside me, and it takes all my waning courage to look him in the eyes. “It’s okay to like him.”
