He shrugs. “Not really, but since you seem hellbent on beating a confession out of me, I guess I don’t have much choice. I didn’t cut them up because of Jaden. I cut them up because you weren’t payingattention to me.” He closes his eyes and sighs. “I wanted to sit on your lap, but you never invited me over. I kept looking at it and everything.”
“That’s why you kept looking at my dick? For fuck’s sake, I thought you were just checking me out. I didn’t know you wanted to sit on my lap. Why didn’t you ask?”
“You wouldn’t have let me. Jaden was there, and I didn’t want you to shoot me down in front of him and humiliate me. I know you, Johnny, and you come from a place of no.”
“I do what?”
“You come from a place of no. When I asked you for a puppy, you told me no. When I said I wanted to learn to do the cha-cha, you practically laughed in my face. And how many times have I asked you to wipe the toilet rim when you accidentally piss on it? Do I mind your tinkle touching me when I sit down to pee? No, because I get to carry a little part of you with me once my bladder is empty. We aren’t the only ones who live here, though.” He points an angry finger at me through the phone. “What if Jaden got horny and decided to lap it up from the seat as he strokes his massive cock? When I saw him peeing from behind that time, it was dangling between the gap in his thighs. It was even bigger than yours, Bubs.”
Bubba makes a sound like he’s going to be sick. “Can we please leave my son’s penis out of this?”
Ezra throws his hands in that air. “I would love to, but how can I when Johnny’s practically using his piss as some sort of cock-hungry siren song?” His eyes meet mine. “If he ever tastes your urine—regardless of circumstance—I will end you.”
This conversation is going nowhere, and the sooner this call ends, the sooner I get to go upstairs to Bubba’s office. Just him and me. Alone. I’m going to suck his cock in a few minutes, and as much as I want that, I still want Ezra to be here for it.
“You will not,” I argue.
“See? There it is. Your default setting is no. Can you really blame me for not asking if I could sit on your lap when you make every conversation a battle to the emotional death? Do you know how mortifying it would be to ask, only to be shut down in front of our friends and family?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “I wouldn’t let you get a puppy because you can barely remember to feed yourself, much less a pet. As for the cha-cha, you didn’t just want to learn it; you told me I had to go too. I ain’t a dancer, Ez. You want to talk about embarrassing? I ain’t coordinated, and I’d make a total fool out of myself in front of the whole class. I ain’t limber or agile like you.”
“You’re very agile,” he assures me. “Case in point, the way you twisted your body into a pretzel when I was stroking your cock last night. If you can roll your hips as rhythmically as you pump gallon upon gallon of your cum directly into my mouth, I’m pretty sure you can handle the cha-cha.” He sighs dreamily. “Your cum tasted so fucking good, Johnny.”
I blush. “You liked it?”
“So much. I’m hoping we’ll get to have a repeat soon.”
“We will,” I assure him. “Maybe tonight.”
“Maybe not,” he says dismissively. “Well, maybe just a little.”
“What does that mean?” Bubba asks.
“It means I have something planned for us, and it’s gonna rock your socks off. It’s a surprise, though,”
“Is it an actual surprise?” I ask. “Or is it just sex stuff?”
He gapes at me. “Just sex stuff?Justsex stuff, Johnny?”
“That ain’t what I meant. I was only asking because if we have to go somewhere fancy, I don’t have anything clean to wear. I forgot to do laundry this week.”
Ezra rolls his eyes and angles his phone towards a laundry basket in the corner of the room, overflowing with folded clothes. “You forgot, but I didn’t. Don’t worry, it’s just the perks of having the best boyfriend ever.”
“Boyfriend,” I whisper. I know it shouldn’t still come as such a surprise, but it surprises me in the best way possible. “Thanks, Ez. For folding my laundry, I mean. You don’t have to do that, you know.”
“I know. But I wanted to.” He sighs like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Bubba provides for me financially, and now I guess you do too.” I cock an eyebrow, because I never agreed to being some cash cow, but the longer I stare at him, the less I care.
“Yeah. I do.”
“Is that a question?”
I shrug. “Fuck if I know. This is all new to me.”
“I know, but you don’t have to worry. I don’t expect you to pamper me or anything. Maybe buy me a little trinket from time to time, just to make me feel special. Oh, and make sure the bills are paid. That’s the main worry, because of my lack of income.”
“You make thousands a month with your OnlyFans,” I point out.
“I do, but that’s my money, not bill money.” He puffs out his bottom lip. “I just want to be a kept man. Is that so much to ask?”
