Relax

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I walked my way along the pavement my boots keeping a fair distance from the dirty ground, I had to dance around the trash bags and gum. I held the bag close and headed inside the graffitied walls, grabbing the keys from my pocket as I headed up to the apartment I had been to many times before I unlocked the door and headed inside seeing the utter madness of the apartment, clothes hung all over the place, printing equipment tossed haphazardly the smell of damp, smoke and leathery cologne lingered around the place. I walked through as I often did having to shimmy a little down the thin corridor ladened with clothes as I was about halfway down the corridor I froze up as a door opened to a rather shocking sight indeed. 

The small wooden door was opened from within by him, he was barefoot on the offwhite bathroom floor tiles his body dripping wet clearly fresh out of the shower, the room steamed up enough to fog the mirror on the wall, but he had only one towel and that one towel was sat around his shoulders one hand inside rubbing on his hair to dry it, leaving the rest of him utterly naked and it was clear the heat had well hardened him as he was rock hard stood to attention, he wasn't actually looking or really paying that much attention I'm sure as he said 

"hey Viv where's the-" He began before noticing me standing there red as a poppy "Oh, hi y/n" 

"Hi Malcolm" I blushed trying desperately to focus on his face and not look at anything else but it was pretty obvious I had seen everything given how long he had been standing there before noticing me 

"What uhh what are you doing here?"

"Viv asked me to drop some stuff off for her," I said better showing my bag of stuff from the shop "She gave me the spare key."

"Ahhh" he nods "Cool" he proceeded to simply walk out of the bathroom shutting the door making his way down the corridor and into the bedroom still completely naked and not even attempting to conceal himself so much so I completely saw his butt which was kinda adorable given how skinny he is. I continued on through the hall to the living room putting the bag of stuff down 

"I uhh I'm really sorry Malcolm I didn't know anyone was home" I said unpacking the bag

"Relax. Don't worry about it." he says coming into the living room wearing only a pair of skin-tight black boxers picking up the pack of cigarettes from the side table "Chuck me the lighter" He says 

"Sure" I nodded picking up the little lighter from the table and throwing it to him 

"Cheers" He smiled lighting it up "Want one?"

"No thanks. I should get going"

"Nah relax stay a while if you want, Viv won't be home for ages she has that damn art show tonight. Kids are with her. Take a load off and have a drink" He encouraged 

"I don't want to be a bother" 

"It's no trouble come on," he says 

"I guess one drink couldn't hurt, where do I?"

"Just shove shit and sit where you want it's what I do" he shrugs "Would it help I put a shirt on?"

"yeah properly"

"Fine!" he sighed "have to put clothes on in my own damn house" he complained going back to the bedroom 

I moved some stuff carefully to sit on the sofa and he soon enough returned in his leather pants and blue button-down shirt "There? less blushy now?" he laughs pinching my cheek on his way to the kitchen 

"I didn't mean to disturb you"

"It's fine, nice to have some company," he says 

"I'm sorry I uhh saw-"

"So what? You really think I give a shit you saw my dick?" 

"I don't know"

He returned with a glass of wine for both of us and he sat down with me "I don't give a fuck. Honestly I'm happy you saw it hard more than anything" he says making me laugh "Relax a little, besides its open"

"What is?" I asked sipping my drink

"Open relationship, me and Viv" he says making me choke on my drink a little 

"Uuuhhhh yeah that uhh that's good then" I nodded "Completely open? as in she won't yell at me if she found out"

"Completely." he smirked "If she yells at you I'll yell at her" 

"Okay" I blushed moving to lean on his shoulder he chuckled and wrapped an arm around me pulling me closer so we could cuddle. 

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