He didn’t know how long he was there with the water hitting his back, but the moment he felt inside his body again, Dylan licked the remnants of semen from between his fingers. Yeah. Cum slut, and proud of it. Though he wished it was someone else’s.
3. The one where Jared gets his heart broken
Most mornings Jared wastoo tired to human. Conversing with him before coffee was like trying to reason with a brick wall. His brain just didn’t function.
Today, however, he was wide awake. Just a drop of coffee would probably send him to his grave.
Since that night at Dylan’s, they hadn’t shared a word. He’d thought about texting him while he was away, but every time his thumbs hovered over the letters, Jared chickened out. What would he say? “Hey, sorry, I’m just not into you?”, “It was just a slip?”, “I was drunk and didn’t know what I was doing? I hope we can still be friends.”?
Lies. Lies. And more lies. Except for the friends part.
Jared had spent the last ten days kicking himself.
The kiss had done nothing but cement his attraction to Dylan. The fact that they got along so well didn’t help either. He felt like a soulmate, and not even romantically. It was as if Jared had found a half of himself in Dylan that he didn’t know was missing.
But then there was his boyfriend. He cherished and loved him with all his heart, their plans for the future still shining bright. Even with their ongoing tension, he still smiled at him like the first day they met. Paul was every dream made reality.
Between a rock and a hard place. That shit described Jared’s current status so well it wasn’t even funny.
The ding of the lift pulled him from his reverie. He let out a sigh and walked towards his seat. He was not looking forward to this day. How the hell was he going to face Dylan?
With a furrowed brow, Jared left his lunch bag on the side of his desk and turned on the computer. He sat, right hand on the mouse as he clicked, blankly staring at the screen until Dylan’s energy overlapped with his, distorting the air around him.
“Morning,” he greeted, his voice sounding hoarse, like it did every day before the clock struck nine.
“H-hey...” Jared replied with a quick nod.
Purposely busying himself with emails, not really reading any of them, he avoided looking at Dylan. He was too self-conscious to even meet his gaze. Just a quick glance at the man as he took off his jacket, leaving his helmet on the windowsill, and Jared’s entire body heated up.
He’d managed to keep his cravings in check all this time, so why did one heavy, albeit brief, make-out session turn his world upside down? Dylan was still Dylan, and Jared was still Jared. But kissing had definitely made the unresolved sexual tension obvious. Until that night, Jared thought he was imagining things, since he’d thought Dylan was straight. Now… he was aware of the possibilities. And Dylan was aware of the reactions he caused in Jared’s body because his dick hadn’t exactly been subtle.
He despised this situation and himself. Couldn’t understand how he’d let it happen. He didn’t care that his bestest childhood friend said a kiss wasn’t that big of a deal. If Jared told his boyfriend, he would hit a raw nerve and hurt him for sure. And anything that could potentially create a crisis in a relationship was not good. Call it cheating, lying or whatever you want. It was what it was.
Yet, at the same time... he wished he’d gotten to taste Dylan’s cum.
Jared had a soft spot for rugged, confident men like him. If it weren’t for the logical part of his brain being stronger than the lizard part, he’d have jumped his dick, bones, and anything else Dylan had offered.
Oh, fuck. Stop it.
Taking a deep breath, Jared looked over at Dylan’s vacant seat just a metre and a half away from him. For some reason, that vision struck a chord within him. He felt lonely. Pathetic.
The once comforting morning ritual where they’d sit together, bleary-eyed and cranky until one of them said “breakfast?”, felt like an unbreakable wall of silence between them now.
Work wouldn’t be the same without their stupid jokes or the constant exchange of song-filled messages, which made up most of their inter-office chat conversations.
A couple of minutes later, Dylan came back with a coffee from the vending machine. It was then that Jared stopped to really look at him. The dark circles under his eyes and the scowl on his face were clear signs he was tired, but it had to be worse than bad for him to get a drink from there. He hated it, would rather wait for breakfast to get a real coffee or even starve to death before consuming that liquid shit—his words, not Jared’s.
Dylan plopped in his chair with the grace of a clumsy bear and started his computer without sparing a single glance in Jared’s direction.
“Hello, boys,” Penny chirped, a smile so bright she was practically a walking sunbeam.
“Hey,” Dylan and Jared said in unison.
“Cora’s downstairs in the cafeteria. You coming?”
“Nah,” Jared practically grumbled. “Too lazy for that. I’m still trying to wake up.”
“What about you, Dylan?”
