Timothy
The three catsnever bloody slept.One of them was always doing something.Eating, using the corridor as a racetrack, scratching on the post, or knocking things off shelves.They were a fucking menace.But it was better than living at home.
I was staying in the spare bedroom, which was big enough for a single bed and not much else…I think it was meant to be a study, not a bedroom.From the looks of the main living area, my friend’s aunt did most of her work out there.
Should I beg her to let me use the room until I found my feet?How did I ask without revealing far too much truth, including the bits I wasn’t ready to admit to anyone?
How did I tell my friends that my father had kicked me out because I discovered that he killed my mother, or should I leave that bit out and blame being gay?It wasn’t as though I could tell anyone I let a monster film me.
No one would believe me.
Half the time, I didn’t believe me, especially without the golden glow under the bed.Did that take time to form, or was it because Farrow hadn’t visited me yet that it hadn’t formed?
I didn’t know how any of this stuff worked, and I didn’t know if I was a sorcerer or if I wanted to be one.However, I didn’t want to die, and I didn’t want my father’s friends coming after me.
Anger that my father had gotten away with murder twisted in my gut.He may not have held the knife, but he was responsible, and he should pay for what he’d done.It was a good thing there was no golden glow under the bed, or I’d have made some rather reckless wishes regarding my father.
I used the last two pieces of bread in the pantry and made a sandwich for dinner.Which was kind of lame, but I was on a tight budget, even though my friend’s aunt had transferred me a partial cat-sitting payment.She said she’d pay the rest when she got back.I guess she was cautious because she’d been burned by the last sitter.If she needed a regular cat sitter, I was okay with taking care of her demon kitties, even if they didn’t let me sleep.
I flicked through the movies, and helped myself to a gin and tonic, despite hating the stuff, as that was all she had to drink.There were three different ones to choose from, and I guessed they were all expensive, but I didn’t think she’d begrudge me a glass.
The cats seemed to have a system where they would tag in and out, with one being a head case while the others behaved.They were organized chaos.I was onto my second glass of gin—it still tasted like poisonous dog water—half-watching the movie, and half-watching the cat on menace duty tear around the living room, not paying attention to the shadows.
“You seem to have settled in.”Farrow’s voice made me jump, which startled the cat sleeping next to me.
I turned to see him leaning against the corridor wall, half-cloaked in shadows.“I wasn’t expecting company.”It hadn’t been five days.“Not that I’m telling you to leave,” I rushed on.
One of the cats hissed, and Farrow took a step back.
“Sorry about the cats.”While Bunny was calm, these beasts were not.While I couldn’t lock them away, I could lock myself away.I paused the movie.“My room is at the end on the right…if you’re staying for a bit, that is?”
I didn’t want to be too hopeful, but my pulse had already kicked up, and my dick wanted more than a welfare check.What if he was only checking that I wasn’t using magic?
Should I offer him a drink?
We weren’t dating.
It was an extended hookup that could never go further, because he was a monster, and I might be a sorcerer.It felt like something I should decide on and commit to, not accidentally fall into, even though that is exactly what I’d done.
“I can stay for a bit.”He nodded and stepped back, swallowed by the shadows in the corridor.
I downed the rest of the gin and put the glass in the sink where the cats wouldn’t knock it over, then padded down the corridor.Expectation grew with each step.What did Farrow have planned?
What would he make me do?
The shorts he’d filmed had been nothing more than stripping, sleeping, and stroking myself.Things to tease his audience.
Knowing that Farrow had an audience beyond himself made everything a little more exciting…and weird.People, monsters, were watching me get off and were getting off.Or were horrified.Either way, they paid to see me mostly naked.
Farrow sat on the edge of the bed in the pale illumination of the bedside light.
I shut the door and leaned against it.My teeth raked my lower lip.It took me a moment to realize I was as nervous as if I’d rocked up to some guy’s place and I didn’t know anything more about him than his online name.
Farrow beckoned me over, and I took two steps closer.He hooked his claws into the waistband of my track pants and tugged them off, leaving no doubts about what he wanted.
My dick snapped to attention before my pants hit the ground.
Farrow grinned, all sharp teeth, before leaning in and licking along my length.This was not how things went when he recorded.I glanced around the room but didn’t see his phone anywhere.
