Page 44 of Wedding Wrecker

At least he’s proven he can live at mine without trying to make me fall in love with him. We’re slowly establishing a routine where he drives me to work, he walks his dog, takes care of my horse, looks for work, then we go shopping, he cooks, and we watch movies together after that. There’s always something different to do, but his presence is not as much of a disruption as I first anticipated.

He managed to get himself a few hours of work at the stables on Sunday, since he has experience from his family’s riding school. And of course everyone at work loves Jekyll, so he’s allowed to bring his dog there.

Everyone at work loves Kyle too, and Carol even tried to ask him out, but he was true to his word and told her he wasn’t straight. I know it’s much easier for him to do it away from the real life he will eventually return to, but I’m still surprised by how fast he’s managed to flip his mind about this.

So now he’s here, living on my couch, and I don’t hate it, even though I’d decided to live alone specifically because having roommates turned out to come with problems. Now my one issue with sharing the house is that I can’t tap the hot guy strutting around in his underwear, because I’ve talked myself into a corner. Not only because I don’t want to change my mind, but because I don’t want him to get attached to me even more.

As far as roommates go, he is close to perfection. Helpful, cleans the house, cooks great food, and even likes the same music and TV shows as me, which saves a lot of time on needless arguments about what to put on in the evening.

He has a tendency to fall asleep during movies though, which… well, I’m not sure if he’s really sleeping when he lets his head rest on my shoulder, but if not, then we’re both pretending. He smells nice, cuddles up to me, and I figure that since it’s the first time in his life he’s been allowed closeness with a man, why not indulge him in something so harmless?

Getting up is still difficult for me, so he usually wakes up when I decide it’s time for me to go to bed. He always asks if I need anything, and I always say I don’t, but it’s nice that he cares despite the harsh reality check he got on day two in Springton.

Jekyll scratches the floor in front of my bed and makes eyes at me. He’s the cutest beast.

“I know, I’m hungry too,” I complain and when I check my watch, it’s past Jekyll’s feeding time.

“Kyle! Come on! Do you want me to feed Jekyll?” Though what I want is to take a shower, and then get fresh bacon with scrambled eggs on toast.

The water stops, and I hear his feet slide against the shower floor. “No, I’m getting out,” he says as Jekyll leaps up, making a weird little circle. Have I accidentally made the gesture Kyle uses to prompt doggie dancing?

Jekyll then places his front paws on the edge of the bed, and while I don’t like the idea of pet hair in my sheets, I find it hard to scold him.

Kyle bursts out of the shower in a cloud of steam and… nothing else.

“Sorry, forgot the towel,” he laughs as if it’s nothing and grabs the towel off the bed, but not without flashing his bare ass.

He knows what he’s doing.

I struggle to look away, but Kyle is perfecting the art of the tease, and wraps the towel around his hips. His body is flushed pink from the hot water, and I find it hard to deny just how sexy I find him. I might not be marriage material, but he definitely is.

“Finally,” I say, as if his nakedness didn’t affect me, and get up with the help of crutches.

“I’ll get on with the breakfast,” he says, and I can almost feel warmth radiating off him as he stands close and whistles at Jekyll. But then he’s gone, leaving behind steam coming out of the bathroom.

“Thanks!” I yell, making my way toward the shower that will no doubt smell of his fragrant orange shower gel. “Make me some extra toast, please?” I ask, even though I don’t even need to remind him at this point. He is thoughtful like that.

Though as I enter the bathroom and rest the crutches in the corner, my eyes are drawn to an unfamiliar object on the side of the sink. Dark blue, it’s made of smooth silicone and has a gentle curve that stands upright from a suction base, imitating an erect cock without looking like one.

My mouth dries as I stare at it, realizing that he must have used it in the shower, while I was right there, behind the wall.

My cheeks go aflame with the desire pulsing in my body when I imagine him sticking that thing to the wall in the shower and riding it. I can see him, red-faced, moaning, pushing his beautiful ass to the wall, and the dildo giving him the pleasure he craves so much.

I could fuck him.

I could fuck him so good.

My head is throbbing and I have to take a deep breath. I can’t help but think he’s left the dildo behind on purpose. He wants me to see it. Just like he forgot to take the towel. He’s playing a dangerous game with his own heart and relying only on my self-control.

One day, it might slip.

“Kyle! Come on!”

“What is it?” he calls out as if he has no idea what happened, even though he placed the dildo where it’s easiest to spot.

“You forgot something!”

The toy is pristine, but I’m still not touching it, since I might self-combust with lust. The fact that I’ve given up on dating or hook-ups due to my current condition isn’t helping my pent-up needs.