Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I speed up, my hand flying over my dick, the head slick and flushed with my arousal. I gasp, heat coiling tight in my lower gut. I try to stop, try to control myself, try not toget myself off in Parker’s bathroom, but I can’t hold it back.
Hot cum spills from my cock in thick pulses over my hand and into the sink. I bite down hard on my lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep the raw sounds that want to spill from me in.
When I come down, shame replaces the pleasure. I just jerked off in Parker’s bathroom. Oh my fucking God. How pathetic do you have to be to not be able to keep your shit together through fake sex?
I turn the water on, trying to wash away the evidence, scrubbing the cum off my hand while my dick hangs, soft, out of my pants. Holy shit, I can’t believe I did that.
Tucking my spent dick back into my pants, I take another look around the bathroom to make sure I’ve cleaned up all the evidence, and then I flush the toilet for good measure.
My face is flushed, so I splash a little cold water on my cheeks, then dab them dry with a hand towel Parker has hanging next to the sink.
After a few more seconds, I still feel kind of shaky, but I’ve already been in here long enough, so I shake my hands out and make my way back into the living room.
No sooner do I step into the room than Parker jumps up from the couch. “I really am so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to.”
God, their eyes are so blue and so pretty. Especially right now, a little glassy and a lot bright. “You really didn’t make me uncomfortable.” But you probably would be if you knew what I was doing in your bathroom.
Relief drags Parker’s shoulders down. “Okay. Good.”
“Lan, are you going to practice tonight?” Ben asks, breaking the tension between Parker and me.
I nod. “Yeah.”
He gives me a sheepish smile. “We can go together? We should probably be heading out now if we want to make it in time to change.”
He’s not wrong. Plus, it’s hard telling what all Roger has managed to fuck up in the time I’ve been gone. “Alright.”
Dammit. I don’t want to leave.
Parker hesitates for a second, still standing in front of me, then they dart forward, wrapping their arms around my midsection. “Thank you for coming last night.”
I freeze, but only for a second before I’m pulling them in closer. They feel so good against my body. So fucking right. But… God, so did Ben. Kissing him, his hand holding my jaw, his tongue stroking into my mouth. I don’t know what to do with that. With those two different things.
For a long while, Parker doesn’t let go, and I’m content to stay right where I am. But then Ben clears his throat, and when I find his gaze, he’s smirking, his eyes soft and curious. “I’m feeling a little left out.”
Parker snorts a laugh, pulling out of my embrace. “Aww, you need a hug too?”
Ben nods, his lower lip coming out in a pout. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
The giggle that Parker lets out has my heart skipping a whole-ass beat in my chest. Stepping into Ben’s embrace, Parker hooks their arms around his waist, resting their head over his heart.
“Okay,” they say, stepping back quickly. “Time to go before it gets any more gross and mushy in here.”
I head into Parker’s room to grab my pillow and blanket, and when Ben and I are about to walk out the door, Parker stops us. “Hey, uh—wait.”
Pausing, I turn back, scooting to the side so Ben can as well. Parker looks at the ceiling, seems to argue with themself for a second, and then sighs. “I have an art exhibit in a couple of days. Can you… Well—do you two want to come, maybe?”
I’m nodding before they even finish. “Yeah, I’d love to,” Ben says before I have a chance to.
“Definitely,” I agree.
A bright smile graces Parker’s face. “Okay, awesome. I’ll text the details to the group chat.”
We turn again to leave, and right as we’ve cleared the door, Ben chuckles. “Bye, Cotton Candy.”
“Now, I don’t want any silly shit like we had with Marcus. You work hard; keep your head down. Do your job.”
