Trying To Maintain

T W E L V E

Boot

"Man look," Drill says dragging a hand from the top of his head and down his face. "I ain't mean to do it, and it's not that funny." He is standing up at the sink in our cell looking embarrassed.

I roared laughing at him. "I'm sorry, but that is funny," I'm saying though, he got me in stitches. I'm curled up holding my stomach from laughing so hard. "Ahh."

"Man fuck you, dawg." He says now looking irritated.

"See, that's what's wrong with you now. Get your mind out the gutter." I laugh some more. "Nah but for real though, you that sensitive?" I'm laughing at him because when we was kissing and hunching this nigga came hard as a bitch.

I didn't know what was going on at first to be honest. But then this nigga squeezed the fuck out of me and then I felt wetness. When he was done suffocating me and grunting, he whispered a "sorry." I just started dying laughing after that and could barely stop.

"I haven't busted a nut in like one or two years."

That makes me stop the little chuckles I was letting out as I look at him surprised. "I know you fucking lying."

"But I'm not though."

"Nigga why not?"

"Because I got transferred here."

I look at him waiting on him to fill in the other missing gaps, but he doesn't. "Nigga you ain't been here a year."

"Almost."

"Okay, but you said you ain't bust in like one or two years. How was you busting off?"

"I had somebody to take care of that for me."

"Who?"

He starts to smirk, "you don't have no reason to have an attitude , Timitrius. They not here."

I didn't realize I said it with an attitude. It's just a nigga don't like sharing what's supposed to be for me. At least not nobody that I fuck with seriously. This the closest thing I've ever had to a relationship if I am being honest. Even still, I don't want nobody that say they for me and they acting like they for somebody else.

"A nigga ain't mad, I'm just curious." I thought the shit he talked about made it hard for him to fuck around. "I thought since you said you was denny-sexual that you don't fuck like that." A nigga be remembering shit he talk about.

He laughs for a little bit. "Demisexual, nigga." He says, finally grabbing shit to clean himself up for a hoe bath.

He always trying to correct somebody, but don't ever want to answer a question. "That's what I said."

"It's not, but since you trying for me I'ma let you make it." He says shaking his head. "When I feel comfortable or got some feelings for somebody I can fuck. But it's not with just fucking, it's also kissing, and letting people touch me in certain ways."

Whoah, "so you got to be in love with somebody before you can do certain shit?" I might have to pump the breaks on this. I'm not in love with this nigga. Yeah I like him—a lot. But I for damn sure know it ain't no love yet; well not that kind.

"Relax. You look like you about to have a stroke. I'm not in love with you. I barely like your ass."

Whew. I was a little nervous for a second, I ain't want him to become obsessed or nothing like that. But, "nigga stop playing. You know you fucking with me the strong way. You be damn near be trying to have us become one." I suck my teeth at him lying. Talking about he barely like me.