The message is still sitting with no response three days later. I’ve typed at least a hundred responses at this point, but none of them make it far enough for me to feel confident enough to send.
No, absolutely not.
Not no but fuck no.
Fuck off.
Fuck you.
What do you need?
Why are you trying to talk to me now?
Do you know how much I’ve missed you and of course we can talk.
Exactly my point. There’s no good response. But my curiosity is killing me, the need to know what he wants to talk about. Does he finally want to apologize for everything that has happened between us over the years? Is there something majorly wrong? Or is it he’s needing a favor and he knows I’m pathetic enough even after all of these years with no contact that I would still drop whatever I’m doing to help him.
Liam walks into the room, and I quickly exit out of the text exchange and tuck my phone back into the pocket of my pants. Out of sight, out of mind.
“Are you about ready? We’re meeting Ace at my house in forty minutes and I’m starving. I’m going to swing by Culver’s and pick something up.”
I gesture for him to come towards me and I see his playful eye roll before he walks over to me. I spread my legs, making room for him to stand in between them. Palming his ass, I squeeze the two muscular globes massaging them and his moan makes my dick thicken.
“Did you look in the fridge?” I ask casually, like my dick isn’t hard as a rock in my pants as I rub his crease through his jeans.
Liam thrusts his hips back, pushing against the pressure of my fingers and shakes his head. He’s biting on his bottom lip, abusing the soft flesh until it’s flushed pink. A drip of precum leaks out of my tip, creating a small wet patch in my boxers that I can feel against my warm skin.
“I made lunch for you, I knew you would be hungry when you came over.” And I did, because he told me last night he was having to take his sister to the airport at the ass crack of dawn. He’s already not a morning person, but add in having to go somewhere early in the morning? Even I feel bad for his sister for having to put up with the attitude.
“You think you know me so well?” He taunts, his dick starting to press against the fabric of his jeans, the swell pushes against the thick material and my mouth waters in anticipation.
“Are you saying I don’t?” I keep one hand on his ass, and snake the other one into the waistband of his jeans. His skin is warm and pliable under my hands, molding under the ministrations from my fingertips pushing against the hard muscles.
“I’m saying–” his words are cut off on a gasp when I press my dry finger against his puckered hole. The ridges of the flesh create a pattern that I want to tease and touch and trace mymouth and fingers across. “Fuck, Jericho.” He moans my name loudly, the three syllables are a prayer, begging me to take him how we both want.
“What is it baby? Keep going, don’t stop,” I warn, pressing the tip of my finger inside the rim. The pressure is Liam’s favorite part, being able to feel me tear him apart piece by piece until he’s nothing but a pleading mess for me to do whatever I want with.
His phone rings, the chorus ofBad Romanceby Lady Gaga starts and he pulls away from me. Giving me an apologetic look, he swipes his finger across the screen to answer it and puts it up to his ear. I lie back on the bed listening to him speak into it while he talks to his boss. Today is supposed to be his day off, but by the sounds of it, he’s going to have to go into work.
Liam hangs up and he drops his head back on his shoulders, exhaling loudly.
“I have to go to work, Marissa called in sick again.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and counts silently backwards from ten, never making a peep but his lips move with every syllable. “They should fire her, or promote me. It's such bullshit that she can call in whenever and I’m the one expected to drop whatever I’m doing and show up.”
I stand up, and pull him into my arms, securing his head against my shoulders and running my hands through his hair. He wraps his arms around my waist, and we stand there holding each other until he pulls back.
“What would happen if you didn’t go in?” He doesn’t move far, barely enough to where I can look into his eyes.
“I don’t know, but I also don’t want to find out, you know? It’s so annoying, but I need this job. I have so many clients and potentials lined up. It's not like I can leave and go somewhere else.” He huffs, completely pulling back from me now and pulling on his pony tail. “We should go on vacation,escape from this town for a week or a weekend or something.”
“That’s a great idea baby. While you’re working, I’ll go help Ace set up the Halloween decorations, and after we’re done I’ll find a couple of places that would be good for us to visit. Do you want to go before Halloween or after?”
He thinks on it for a minute, pacing my bedroom and typing furiously on his phone. I give him the time, not trying to pressure him into responding at this moment. He already has work stressing him out, he doesn’t need me to do it as well.
“Let’s go after. I don’t want to miss the fall fest next week and it’s probably too short of a notice for me to take off. Is Hollis going to have a problem with you taking off?” Liam asks, nibbling on his bottom lip. It’s not sexy this time, it comes from a place of anxiousness. I stand up and pluck his bottom lip out of his mouth, smoothing my thumb across it and placing a gentle kiss against the swollen flesh.
“He’ll bitch about it, sure. But he won’t stop me from going. He likes to complain, you know that. We’ve been pretty slow this week, and I doubt we’ll have another big case come up before Halloween. He’ll put Connor or Ace on it if he feels like he’ll need to.”
Liam smiles, leaning forward and kissing me.
