Gabriel hesitates. “You still have your parents’ house?”
“Yeah.”
“Why did I not know this? And why didn’t you move intothat?” he asks, eyes searching mine as I realize that he seems to think this very mundane thing is a big thing.
I shrug. “It’s a bit far from work.”
“Some guy rents it, then?”
“Yeah. He has dementia so sometimes he forgets to pay me. Last month he gave me forty cents and told me that I should be married at my age and if I’m that desperate, maybe I could find a ‘street corner lass’ to love me for my money. Will you, Gabriel, be my street corner lass?”
“What other weird building do you own that you’ve never mentioned?”
“I think that’s it.”
“Youthink?”
“Gabriel, you’re hanging on to a ball of lint, a stick, and a t-shirt that you haven’t been able to wear since the seventh grade, and you think I’m the odd one?”
“Yes! Having a whole-ass house and never mentioning it is a bit strange.”
I rise to my feet and then pick Gabriel up off the floor. “I think we’ll just hire someone to sort this. There’s only one thing here I want to take with me,” I say as I set him in the “Keep” box. He laughs when I try to fold in the flaps, but they’re straining as is and definitely aren’t going to fold over him.
“Beautiful. I think I’ll take this box.” Kneeling in front of the box, I grab his legs that are sticking out and pull them toward me so they’re spread around my waist. I give him an extra tug so my dick presses against his ass that’s hanging out since the box is much too small for his entire body… even if it results in his upper body sinking down into the large box while he laughs even harder.
“No! Liam! We’ll never finish this if we just fuck like rabbits every time we try!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me popping open this lube,” I say as I do so.
“Where the fuck did the lube come from? Did you plan this?”
“No, it was in the pile over there. Should I look at the date on it? Do these things have expiration dates? Let’s see how ancient it is.”
“There’s no way you just found lube…”
“I found this too,” I say as I whip out a vibrating dildo. “Is this what you used when you were spending eons playing hard to get because you didn’t want to move into our home too quickly?”
“I moved in after like a week of dating!”
I huff, knowing that to not be true. “Oh no, no, no. It was at least five years.”
“We haven’t evenknowneach other five years. Let me out of this box.” He claims he wants out, but his laughter tells me he’s secretly enjoying it.
Gabriel reaches for me and knocks the lube out of my hand where it lands on my pants, oozing out all over it. “How promiscuous of you, my love.”
“That was not what that action meantat all.”
“Shhhh, my sweets. I know you’re horny for me.” I close the lid of the box and while it doesn’t close all the way, if I push hard enough, it covers his face and leaves his ass sticking out. “I like this.” I unbutton his pants and accomplish the very difficult job of shimmying them and his underwear off his hips without demolishing the box. Once I have both whipped off to oblivion, I smile down at my prey.
“I feel so loved… inside this box… where I can’t see your face,” he says.
“I’m thrilled you do.”
“I feel very comfortable too… in case you’re curious.”
“I was,” I respond as I squeeze the lube so it drips out and lands on his cock. I greatly enjoy watching it run down his length, and before it can escape, I scoop it up with my finger and rub it against his hole.
Gabriel whaps open the flaps and gives me a look.
