The next day, we were having breakfast. "So, were you able to sleep yesterday? I bet you had a good one." That only made me pause and stare at him. Is he implying something else? "Why do you want to know?" "Casual concern question. You know, you can ask me anything, like anything." "Why would I do that?" "I am your well-wisher. Don't hesitate; I will be at your service." "What are you getting at?" "As you are working at the restaurant, you need to use your hands more; don't use all your energy at night." "You fucking moron, were you in my room yesterday?" "Yes, the timing was perfect. Before you start scolding me, I came to say good night. When I heard your jerking, I was glued to the spot till you released, and after that, I took care of mine. Of course, by imagining you."
That only made me choke on my food, followed by a cough. This bastard and his fucking blunt statement. "Can't you be less shameless? How many times do I have to tell you not to enter my fucking room? Don't be fucking blunt." "Fine. But thanks to you, I had a good sleep." Without wasting any more seconds, I stormed to my room. "Hey, common, I am being honest, which is not a bloody crime." His words and my middle finger as an answer.
I can't believe it; I had overcome the incident like it was nothing. Maybe I am not finding time as my annoyance and anger are diverted.
It's been two months since I shared my flat with that bastard. I am not sure how many months more. I need to get rid of him as I am getting used to his presence, and I am not going to like the repercussions.
Ed started texting and calling. I have not answered his call but have replied to his messages here and there. I am not able to decide about this start-over thing.
For the first time, I tried to reach out to Roger. It's been months together he had not called nor any messages from him. If he was busy, he would drop at least messages, but everything stopped. Once again, my call was forwarded to his voicemail. For a few months, David's behavior completely changed toward me, and if the reason was his boyfriend, I was really happy for him. Yet again, I am not convinced.
After finishing dinner, I went back to my room. I took the shower, and I was giving the day a final touch. Yeah, you guessed right. When I was done, I heard a heavy breathing sound coming through the wall. I had to make sure this time, so by wrapping the towel, I came out, and I was stunned to see Josua standing exactly opposite wall of my washroom, and he was masturbating. He saw me, but he was not ashamed or trying to cover himself up. The worst part was that he was watching my face and jerking himself. At last, he reached his orgasm, and by covering, he was out of my room. I was startled for a few seconds and was in dismay when I digested everything. He just did it in front of me like it was normal and not at all fucking ashamed. In this course, why the hell did my member twitch after seeing his face and hearing his breathing sound? Why the hell am I liking and hating at the same time?
The next day, I made up my mind to talk to him about what happened. This needs to fucking stop. I can't let this continue. We were having breakfast. I mustered up and said, "Don't." "Don't what?" "You know what I am talking about. Don't." "Ok. Instead, I will use your photo as usual." These provoking statements always force me to strangle him to death. Can't he get my implication rather than fucking provoke me? "Stop fucking doing these things, and I mean it." "What masturbating?" "Hey, bastard, don't act like you don't have a fucking clue." "I agreed, right?" "And you fucking didn't stop there." "I told you what I usually do these days." Why the hell does every conversation with this bastard make my blood boil? Why the heck does he keep getting on my nerves? I was inhaling and exhaling my breath to keep myself from bursting, and I am not getting how to get back on that statement. And I stormed out of the flat, and these days I am only good at this. Either I will storm to my room or out of my flat.
I was making my way to the restaurant. My cell started ringing, and it was Ed. I disconnected his call. Why the hell was he not getting it? I am not interested in anything, at least not right now. His persistence is turning into annoyance. Because of every fucking thing, I will start aging soon. In a few days, not only will I look thinner, but I will also look like a middle-aged person. It's just what I wanted.
After reaching the restaurant, I started working. David gave instructions about the ingredients, and I started working on them. My cell started ringing, and once again, it was Ed. What the hell is up with this guy? I am not going to die in peace, for sure. I attended his call. He wanted to hang out like the old days, and he was pleading over the call. By promising to think over it, I disconnected the call. These days, I am feeling exhausted from everything, and I am not getting the reason behind it.
After that jerking incident, facing Joshua was like horror and exhaustion. His topless act and shorts were only checking my sanity. His physique was mouthwatering. I thought of telling him to cover himself for fuck's sake; I know better; it would definitely backfire for me. He was provoking me with every move, and I was getting that but not able to do anything. I felt trapped. He was making sure my day would not end without giving me a final touch.
We were having dinner, and I couldn't hold it anymore. "Can't you cover for fuck's sake?" "Is everything okay?" Besides, we are both men, so why should I?" I knew the outcome of this conversation, but I still gave it a try. Once I was done with dinner, I literally ran toward the room.
I tried to control these urges that were erupting like a volcano. I can't keep on getting aroused by fucking facing him. I need to come up with something other than masturbating; this only fucking proves his hold on me is fucking stronger. It was past 20 minutes. I tried my best, but not anymore. I made my way to the washroom and started jerking.
Once I was done, the door suddenly opened, and Joshua entered, pinging me against the wall. I was completely naked, and he was wearing only shorts, which he started removing too. It's just what I wanted at this time. His one hand was on my neck, so I could stick where I was. The next thing he did was bold and adventurous. I didn't even dream of this move. He started jerking. He was making sure his heated air was all over my face. His grunt reached my ear. My eyes were stuck on his every move; I was not even trying to blink my eyes. He 'cum' after a few minutes, and by loosening his hold on my neck, he collapsed on me. He was breathing heavily on my neck, and I was hard again. I had 'cum' a few minutes back.
After catching his breath, he was facing me. His hands were slightly brushing on my member, and a chuckle escaped when he felt it was hardened. Neither of us spoke. He was close—too close—observing my face and how it was changing with his brushing on my member. Again, he was brushing my member by including my balls. My breath was heavy, and we both started breathing on each other's lips. We were not kissing, but our lips were in contact. He started pressing my member hard, and that's it. My head hit the wall. He started massaging, pressing, and doing everything to lose control, and after a few minutes, I 'cum.' Our breath was heavy, and he was waiting for me to catch air, and we started kissing.
In no time, we were in bed, and he was on top of me. We fought for dominance, and he won. He always wins. In the past, only on request, he would be bottom, or else it was a big no for him. With him being dominant was always welcoming, I never minded these things. Whatever the scenario, he will always rock my world. Sex with him has always had such an effect on me. Always carve for more and more. He was a beast on the bed. I don't know how many times we had, but at some point, I passed out.
The next day, when I woke up, Joshua was nowhere to be found. I felt pain all over, and I was not able to point out exactly, where. My whole body was hurting. I woke up from the bed and started checking myself. There were so many marks, including his nails. Damn, he was definitely a beast last night, and his work on me was only supporting the said statement.
After taking a hot shower, I made my way to the dining room. I was damn hungry. Joshua was waiting for me. Once we took place, we started having the same, and I almost finished whatever he had prepared. We were done with breakfast. He gave fruits by adding lots of dry fruits. That only made me give a questionable gaze. "You are not only skinny, but you are too weak. You passed out. Have this gain the dam energy, and I mean it this time." I was burning. "Don't start to shout at the top of your lungs. Somewhere, you know I am right." Yeah, I didn't speak and started having the same.
Once we were done, I cleaned the table. He was at the dining table doing something on his laptop, and I need to be clear about last night. "About yesterday." "Yeah, what." "You know right, it's just sex, nothing else." After pondering for a few seconds, "Of course, sex is sex. It doesn't need to mean anything." Yeah, right, to whom I am clearing, to this bastard. Why the hell did I even point it out? His fucking statement only ignites my annoyance.
After that night, our carving was even more. We would hardly resist ourselves. Making out on the dining table and kitchen area while showering, like everywhere. He started sleeping on the same bed, irrespective of my protest. I kicked him out so many times in the middle of the night, but he was a shameless bastard who always ended up in the same bed. I thought of doing everything to stop whatever was happening, but it was turning in vain in front of him. We were at the dining table, having dinner. "This needs to be stopped." "What?" "Whatever is happening, we need to give a pause to everything." "As we cleared, sex meant nothing, why do we need to pause or stop?" "Because, because it's too much at a time." "Ok, we need to reduce having sex, not stopping." "Why the hell won't you fucking agree to anything and end up trapping me?" "Everything is crystal clear. Why the hell do I need to trap you? Stop using your brain so much. We reached the stage where we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves." "Why the hell we can't? These fucking five years, my sexual life was rocking in your absence. Why not now?" "Gray, you can try, but don't expect me to try. So, my concluding part is that I can't stop myself when you are in front of me. This urge to do so many things will always be overflowing. Yeah, best of luck in stopping me."
This mixed eruption of annoyance and arousal at the same time is a dam-fucking combination. What the hell do I have to do? Where the hell is this going to take me? Why the hell will I always be stuck in these kinds of situations where I have to do so much but I can't, no matter how hard I try? Again, in front of this bastard, everything will be in vain.