“Oh, well shit. Was that so hard? Thank you very much forfinallycopulating with me!” he huffs.
“What’s so funny?” he asks after a beat. “Wait, what? Copulating… like when two or more people work together towards the same goal.”
More silence on his end, and then finally he growls, “Yeah, well, you and Steve have fun playinggrammar policetogether over there. I’ll pick the girls up from school tomorrow, and we’ll see you Sunday night.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” he grumbles coming back in the apartment. “You wanna go to the gym and punch each other for a little bit before you have to go to work? I’m about to lose my shit with that woman.”
I nod. “She didn’t want the girls coming here because she’s afraid of me, I take it?”
He lifts a brow at me, palming the back of his neck. “Were you eavesdropping?”
“You were yelling…”
He sighs, not denying my accusation.
“Thank you for sticking up for me,” I tell him. “I know what kind of person everyone thinks I am, Gannett. I’m an asshole. Pair that with Marlin’s reputation, and I’m… a monster.”
“You’re not a monster, Gordy,” he says, stepping closer to me. “I meant what I told her. I trust you, implicitly. You finally opening up to me showed me that you trust me too.” Then, he smirks at me. “Hell, it’s almost like we’re friends now or something.”
Or something.Yeah, we’re something alright. Over the past month, we’ve fallen into a rhythm of work, going to the gym when we both have the time, and relaxing on the couch together while he catches me up on movies I never watched as a child, since I was never allowed to watch television back then. Though it’s debatable how much I’ve actually watched, since it usually turns into us fuckin’ reminiscing about stupid shit that we’ve encountered throughout the day.
I roll my eyes playfully, but then tease back, “I wouldn’t gothatfar. I still plan on flattening your ass on the mat today.”
He throws his head over his shoulder, looking down at something. “Pretty sure it’s already flat. Might have Micah show me how to use that machine that helps me tone my glutes so I can get a muscular peach like yours.”
I blink at him.
He sighs. “No, I haven’t been checking it outon purpose,but you know… you can’t walk by a bakery and not admire the cake when it’s right there in the window. It’sright there.”
“It is notright there! When have I ever waved my ass in your face?!”
“How honest would you like me to be right now?” he asks.
“Oh, I don’t know, somewhere around one-hundred percent?” I reply sarcastically.
“I have fallen asleep admiring it a time or two, and had dreams about it… in my face.”
I blink at him again, and watch as a shade known only to me asmortification redcreeps up his neck.
He blows a raspberry, and spins on his heels. “Great. I’m just gonna go toss myself off the balcony now. Tell Gulligan and the girls I love them and to think of me when they look out over the ocean.”
“You’re being a touch dramatic, don’t you think, Wee-Waters?”
He whips back around, glaring at me. Tossing his hands up in the air, he huffs, “I just admitted to dreaming about my face buried between your asscheeks, and all you can do isgawkat me!”
“Well, what is theappropriateresponse to that?!”
“I don’t know!” he balks. “Hell, we’ve been sleeping together for a fuckin’monthnow! A similar admission maybe?!”
“Fine! You want a similar admission? Here. I have done nothing but jerk off in the shower everyfuckingmorning for the past damn month thinking about you on your knees with my cock down your throat!”
He rears back, mouth agape, in total shock.
“There!Nowwho’s gawking at who?”
“Wait, hold up. Let’s halt this pissing match for a sec, because you’ve picturedmedoingwhat?”
“You heard me. On your knees, my hands fisting your hair, my dick filling that smartass mouth of yours, you choking on it, and thenbeggingme for more,” I hiss. My cock starts to swell just picturing it again.
