Eight: A Prequel to Sugar Fix

VII

Dorothea,

Has it really been almost three weeks since we broke up? I think that's the longest we've ever lasted. Haha.

Jon shook his head and tore the page out of his notebook. Wadding it up, he tossed it on the floor and thought for a moment.

Dorothea,

Things are different when I'm not talking to you

Rip. Another ball of paper on the floor. Jon put his pencil to the clean blue lines of the third sheet down and pressed hard so that his letters wouldn't shake.

Dorothea,

I miss you, even though I know you probably don't miss me

Then...

Is that dumb of me?

He pulled that page out and tore it into postage stamp-sized bits, letting them flutter between his fingers and into the trash can. Then he retrieved the tube of lube he'd appropriated for just such an occasion and shoved it as far down in his front jeans pocket as it would go, covering the protruding end of it with the hem of his shirt. By the time he retrieved it, it would be acclimated to his body temperature and ready for action.

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"I thought you were never gonna fucking get here. What took you so long?"

Jon pulled his shirt off over his head. "You didn't jack off without me, did you? 'Cuz that'll make me real sad." He flung the shirt at Richie's chest.

Scrunching his eyebrows and grinning, Richie said, "What's got into you?"

"I got a better question: what's about to get into me?"

Richie growled and pinned Jon to the inside of the suite door, crushing his wrists to the cold mahogany. "You know what I like about you? You're like a live-action sex toy I get to take with me everywhere I go."

"I know, don't you love me for it?"

Wriggling his way out of Richie's grip, Jon walked backwards across the suite, unfastening his pants as he went. In the doorway to the bedroom, he leaned on the jamb and threw open the front of his jeans. "What are you waiting for?"

He whirled in place and ran and dove for the bed, just barely hitting the mound of blankets before Richie clattered in on top of him.

"Oh! What've we got here?" Richie said, plucking the lubricant from Jon's pocket. "What exactly were you expecting?"

"I wanna try something," Jon said.

Pulling his elbow up underneath him, Richie looked down into Jon's eyes, studied them. "That?"

"I don't know," Jon said, fighting the urge to squirm beneath the other man's sudden scrutiny of the inches of his face. "Maybe. I don't know."

"You ever get off from getting fingered?"

This time, Jon not only squirmed, he wriggled all the way out from underneath his friend. "I, um... what?"

"I take it that's a no, then?"

"No! I mean. Well, you're the only one who's ever done that, so..."

"Really?"

"Is that weird?"

Richie puckered up his lip a little in thought. "Well, no, not really, I guess. I kinda like it." He laid a hand over Jon's hip and pulled him in closer until their bodies melted together.