I’m pretty sure I’m done with this separate places bullshit he insisted on when we moved off campus. I don’t even know why he decided to live on his own, but with Phin basically living here, it’s time he comes home. This home. Fuck his apartment.
Gael growls and shoves his dick as far down Phin’s throat as he can, shooting his load with a groan of pleasure. Phin swallows every drop and a bloom of wetness spreads out on his coveralls from the head of his trapped dick. Holy shit. Phin came untouched from giving Gael a blowie.
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I rasp, hoarse for no reason other than I’m so turned on I can hardly speak.
Phin nurses on Gael’s cock longer than I would be comfortable, and Gael’s smile blooms on his lips as he looks over at me. “You’ve seen him blow me.”
I point to the stain on Phin’s coveralls. “He came. Didn’t even touch himself,” I explain, pushing down on my dick to give myself a little relief from the pressure of need.
Gael huffs a delighted laugh and pulls his cock out of Phin’s mouth, stepping back to have a look at his work. I join him, taking a few steps to stand next to him, and Phin looks up at us a little glassy-eyed, with a happy little smile on his lips. The cum seeping out of his clothes makes the outline of his dick sexier than it has any right to be, especially considering he’s still hard, ready for round two. Phin’s non-existent refractory period has always been a wonder, but this time I’m going to make him wait.
“I’ll make you coconut shrimp rice bowls if you want. You can give Phin a bath after you bring your luggage inside. I’ll wash your clothes tomorrow, and whatever else you do, plan to move into my house on your next day off. We’re not pretending you live in that apartment anymore.” I hope he doesn’t mind my making demands, but I think we all know it’s better for us if Gael lives here.
Gael throws his arm over my shoulder, laughing happily. “What if I want you to move into my apartment?” he asks with a delightful gleam in his eyes.
“I’ve never been to your apartment, but I doubt that you have enough room for the bed,” I reply skeptically, eyeing him. He…
He looks so much better than he did when he arrived. He doesn’t look like he’s starving any more, and that’s… just… weird.
I step back from him, taking in the whole of him again. He’s not nearly as gaunt as he was when he first arrived. The bags under his eyes are all but gone, and…
I reach over and drag his shirt off completely. The shirt falls straight to the floor out of my loose, shocked grasp. Gael was sunken in when I examined him before. He was literallystarving, but even as I watch, his chest expands with muscle that was missing when he first arrived.
“What the fuck?” I gasp, reaching out to touch the flesh. “What the actual fuck?” I repeat, agog.
Gael wraps his strong hand around my wrist, and I immediately see that his wrist isn’t nearly as bony as it was before.
What the fucking fuck?!
“What?” Phin asks, coming out of his orgasm induced dazed.
I barely glance at him, and Gael shifts my hand onto his chest exactly where his heart beats. “It’s fine, Sin. I’m fine. Look at how healthy I am. Thank you for feeding me.”
I shake my head, but the smile on his lips tells me that my denial is wrong. “I didn’t?—”
“You did. If you want to live together again, we should have a conversation.”
“You think?” I gasp, staring at my best friend. “What—” I stop myself before I release a torrent of what-the-fucks and make myself calm down and think. The most important thing is that Gael is fine. That’s all that really matters. How, why, and what the fuck are peripherally important.
I take a stabilizing breath, reaching for Phin’s hair and threading my fingers through it. He leans into me, and I ground myself with his steady presence pressed against my leg. I curl my fingers on Gael’s chest, then loosen them and run my hand up his chest to the back of his neck, pulling him in close enough that Phin can get his dick in his mouth again.
“We’ll have that conversation over supper. Phin, go bathe. Gael, get your luggage into the laundry room, and everyone will reconvene at the table in forty minutes. Before either of you leave, I will have kisses.” That’s going to have to get me through the next forty minutes. I don’t know what is going on with Gael,but we’re going to be eating his favorite when he tells me; that’s the only way I think I’ll be able to cope.
Gael huffs a beautiful laugh and leans in, taking possession of my tongue like he owns it—I’m pretty sure he always has.
Phin stands when Gael pulls back and dips in for a kiss, and I’m the one who possesses him this time. I kiss him with all the love and passion that I have for him, showing him how important he is, how sexy, how desirable, and then I let him go, I hand him over to Gael, and stalk to the kitchen where I’m going to cook Gael’s favorite type of shrimp and organize my thoughts so that I don’t lose my best friend because of my own fear. Make no mistake, watching Gael’s muscle fill out is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen; I simply refuse to let fear of the unknown steal my friendship and budding romance.
Seventeen Days After Gael’s Departure
Sin
Phin’s late. Where is he? Did he tell me he wasn’t coming home today? Did I miss a text?
No.
Unless he sent one, and it’s undelivered.
Where the fuck is he? I made him beef stew. Helovesbeef stew.
