The Flyer

CHAPTER 46: Bottom

CHAPTER 46: Bottom

Fuck what the fuck did I do? I hadn't even wanted to do this! I had just wanted to be able to go back to sleep, not fuck her. Jesus Christ! Why did it always end this way? Wait, no. This isn't my fault. I really hadn't wanted to fuck her nor did I ask her to touch me. She initiated and I obviously ended up going with it in the end. But I didn't start it so it's not my fault.

It's not my fault.

Then why the fuck did I feel this way? Why did I feel this immense guilt and almost disgust with myself? I'd just had really great sex multiple times but here I was absolutely devastated. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I don't know how long I stayed up after that nor when I fell asleep, but I was woken up by knocking at my front door. I curse and get out of bed. I look around for my pants and put them on, then make my way to the door. I open it and see fucking Mark of all people at my door.

"What the fuck are you doing here," I ask dumbstruck. Didn't he hate me for whatever reason?

"Look I'm not happy about it either," he admits, "but Christian asked us to visit you." He looks away and scowls. "Well, not you specifically. He meant you as in your place but like to see how Melanie is doing."

Yeah, he still didn't like me. But I found that amusing so I decided to play with him.

"Alright, so Christian wants to know if I'm okay because I'm his favorite. Got it."

I smirk and his scowl deepens. "You're such an immature, narcissistic asshole, I don't know what he sees in you."

I stifle a yawn and shrug. "I don't know. I have a big dick or something?"

Mark's eyes fill with loathing and he clenches his teeth. He's about to say something when Gretchen pops up behind him.

"Hey, what's the holdup?" She asks him. "Why are you still in the doorway?"

"Well, Mark wanted to talk about my dick."

His face turns red. "No, I fucking didn't!" He angrily yells.

"It's okay, Mark. You aren't the first to be interested in my big dick." He was just too easy to provoke and I couldn't help myself. He was fuming and I was enjoying it.

Gretchen rolls her eyes. She mutters something about men as she pushes her way through the doorway and makes her way inside. The twins follow in behind her.

"Oh, so everybody's here," I noted.

"Where's Melanie," Mary asks.

"Is she still asleep?"Jamie adds.

"Yeah, she's still sleeping. Actually, I was too," I say. "You guys kind of woke me up."

"It's like ten though. I think we should go wake her. Where is she?" Gretchen asks.

"She's in my room. It's the door on the left of the hallway." I saw it without thinking, but then I remember she's in my bed and she's naked. "Wait, shit." But she's already down the hall.

Mark and the twins look at me curiously, but I ignore them and follow after Gretchen who's already in my room. I walk in and close the door behind me.

She's looking at Melanie who's still asleep and turns to give me that same fucking disappointed look.

"Look before you say anything, I really didn't want to. I didn't initiate either—"

"Kyle," she stops me. "We talked about this. It's not about her starting it, it's about you doing it."