Author's Foreword: If you're still giving this series a chance, thank you. It's a slow burn. I made the decision to post chapters 3–5 all at once because 5 is when the twist happens that gets the plot really going, and to the world where most of the action will take place. Sex scenes are coming! But we have to let our characters get there.
I slept poorly.
Maybe it was the lightly peach fuzzed, heavenly orbs in my vision for half the night. Or a new bed. Or existential angst.
I had taken yesterday and today off from work for the move, and I woke up close to noon. Zeke was already gone, a note left on the kitchen counter that he was at work. I looked in the refrigerator and grabbed a few pieces of bread, some butter, and made toast. I sat down at the table to eat and looked through my phone. One email was a calendar invite; Zeke shared his calendar with me so I could see his work schedule. I shared mine back.
After some doom scrolling and too many crumbs on the table, I got up and washed my plate and knife. I had nothing to do today, and since Zeke had refused what little money I could offer, I looked around the apartment and opted to clean.
After several hours of scrubbing, vacuuming, and washing, I made it to the bedroom and gathered up his and my clothes to do the laundry. His underwear from yesterday was wet which was … kinda gross. I didn't mean to (I totally meant to), but I "accidentally" brought it up to my nose and sniffed.
It was an unmistakable scent: cum.
And, if it was still wet, that could only mean one thing: He jacked off in these this morning. While I was in the house. Asleep. But I could've woken up at any time.
Was that normal for straight guys? Maybe he was an exhibitionist. Maybe he wanted me to see, to wake up, to say something, or just watch? Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe it was a wet dream and he couldn't help it? Did he do it in the bedroom? Bathroom? Kitchen? Could I get him to do it again, but over my toast?
My head was spinning, and I was quickly spiraling. I finally managed to stop myself and gathered the rest of the clothes to do laundry in the apartment complex's shitty laundry room. $5.00 for a load? I wondered if I could pay that for Zeke's massive loa— no, I paid the $5 out of my food money for next week and resolved that I would be air drying the clothes after they were done in the machine.
Zeke was really amazing, a prince among men: He came home in the evening from work and he brought a pizza with him. "You still like pepperoni, right man?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Good. Double pepperoni on your half, and anchovies, chicken, and broccoli on mine."
I think I looked like I might cry.
He didn't acknowledge that, he just said, "My treat, dig in bro."
It's a good thing the pizza was an XL, for I finished my half before he'd finished even half of his. My stomach hurt, it wasn't used to eating this much. While eating, we watched some show on the TV, just going with whatever was recommended based on Zeke's viewing habits. Neither of us really seemed to care what we watched, it was just a distraction.
When the show was over and I had taken pizza box in the garbage, Zeke looked around and noted, "The place looks amazing. I didn't expect you to clean. I didn't offer it up for you to feel obligated."
I sat back on the couch and looked at him. "Zeke, seriously, you saved me. I would've been on the streets if you hadn't stepped up. I've been out of the system for five years, no money, no–" I sniffled.
Zeke leaned over and gave me a hug. I got his shoulder a little wet through his thin shirt. Once it started, I had a hard time stopping; I tried so hard to stop crying and to not get at all turned on by his warmth and smell that was permeating my skin. It was the weirdest mix of emotions.
I finally stopped and pulled back, my eyes hurting. "What do I owe you?"
Zeke looked like he was about to laugh but he stopped himself just in time. "This is my treat. For now, just focus on doing what you need to do. When the time comes, we can talk about your contributing or some shit like that."
I looked at him and sniffed again.
He held up his hands. "Seriously. Now, it won't be pizza for dinner every night–" I laughed a little "–and I might ask you to contribute to food sooner rather than later, though I think I eat more than you." He flexed his arms and bounced his pecs to emphasize his point. Did straight guys do that in front of other guys? "But seriously, bro. I'm sure you'd do the same for me, and you'll find a way to pay me back some time later. Don't sweat it."
"Thank you," was all I could say.
"Okay. 'Nough of that, how about a movie? Anything recent you wish you'd seen?"
I looked through as he scrolled. "Um … would you mind if we watched 'Wicked?'"
He laughed and put his hand on my leg as emphasis: "Nah, it's cool. Maybe just a teensy gay, but it's cool."
Two hours and forty minutes and some amazing high notes later (he glared at me when I started to sing along, about two octaves lower than the score), we were both tired. I went to brush my teeth first and climbed onto the air mattress while he did his.
I was so tired I was half asleep when he came into the bedroom. In a low voice, he asked, "Luke, you awake?"
I didn't respond because, in truth, I was only partly awake.
After a few seconds, I heard Zeke walk quietly to the foot of his bad and then heard the rustling of fabric. I peeked a little through my eyes and tilted my head forward just a bit. He was facing the door, away from me, and hunched over. When he stood back up, he was naked. His butt's amazing curvature was emphasized, highlighted and outlined in the light cast by the waxing gibbous moon streaming through the window.
I stopped breathing, lest I disturb him or make him think I had woken up.
Then he turned to get into bed and I saw it. Nestled beneath a neatly trimmed triangle of pubes was a large cock, swinging as he crawled over and then shimmied under the covers.
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