Mine For A Moment

Chapter 7

Kayon

Sometimes Mr. Bailey would let me work a few hours at his local grocery store. Him and his wife never had children and she was in a wheelchair, so he was doing everything by himself. It was a good way to make money and keep busy. Mr. Bailey reminds me of one of them old school pimps, his attire, relaxed hair and jewelry. "You been throwing around the boxes like you got a chip on yah shoulder, young blood."

"Naw, just wanna get it done."

"Well looka here, you drop my fruit all ova the flo imma drop my foot in yah ass, be cool."

I slowed down and took my time. Mr. Bailey used to be a professional boxer, so I believed every word he said. "My bad big dawg,"

"Yeah yeah, it's history." He lit up a cigar. "Some young honey gotcha all upset."

"In a way, but it's not really that I'm upset, should of never been dealing with her anyways."

"Honeys, come and go...out here by the dozens, if she a bird, get a new one." He shrugged as if he easily solved the problem.

"I don't even care about her really, and she definitely a bird. She just said some shit that wasn't true and I wanted to kill her."

"Slow yo roll there young blood. I mean I backhanded a few back in my days but I ain't never let 'em get me that mad."

"I know and I just choked her a lil bit, Micky stopped me."

"Micky? The one Malani call her best friend?"

I nodded.

"Either he sweet or he pretending to be her friend, until he can slide in there, I ain't believing it."

I laughed. "They definitely just friends."

"So he sweet?" He shook his head. "Different times, different times."

"Yeah," I turned a crate over and sat down on it. "It's okay if I take a break?"

"Neva have a problem witchu gettin yah work done, so go head." He tried to offer me the cigar but I declined. "I ain't one of them folks that read minds but something else bothers you."

"Think I may like someone,"

He smiled. "Ain't seeing the problem with that."

I sighed. "I don't think I'm suppose to like this person, I don't know why I do."

"Oh, she spoken fah?"

"It's not that Mr.Bailey, and I normally can be straight up with you, but this is difficult. This is outta the ordinary for me."

"Less this she is a he, what the hell is outta the ordinary? You a fly kid, I'm sho you can get her even if she is spoken fah."

I let him continue talking as I thought about Micky. I owed him and apology for one, he didn't do anything but try to deescalate the situation. Toya was right, she did indeed catch me admiring him that night on the couch. The thing is, it wasn't intentional. I wasn't even aware I was doing it and he did turn me on. I always looked forward to our deep conversations, talking to him was the highlight of my days, best part of my nights.

I just nodded when Mr. Bailey rambled on for at least twenty minutes. The entire time his face burned in my mind, invading my thoughts. The what ifs, what if I held him one night? What if I kissed him? That's the only way of being sure, right? My brain was all scrambled up, trying to make sense of, of anything really. I finished up my quick five hours at the store and clocked out. He assured me he'd need me the remainder of the week. He always paid same day. Mr. Bailey had money stashed away but the store was his families pride and joy. I took my hundred dollars and got a bottle from the corner store that doesn't ID you. Then grabbed some of Micky's favorite snacks.

Gma was always volunteering at some shelter or soup kitchen, or at church. So we hardly saw her, this evening was no different. It was oddly quiet. I knew Malani had a little part time job at a shoe store, but I wasn't sure of her schedule. Her car was gone. I knocked on her door and didn't get an answer. I turned to walk away but the knob turned and the door opened. I stepped back in front of it, and was eye to eye with a non smiling Micky.

"That wasn't cool what I did the other day.."

"Im used to it, niggas not being able to be honest about their feelings and lashing out."

"I'm sorry, Mick."

"Yeah, because no one's looking. I get it."

"I deserve that," I lifted up the bottle and bag of his snacks. "Peace treaty?"

He took a second and smiled. "Okay,"

"Let me shower, you can wait in my room."

"Okay,"

Micky

It must have been 3 years or so since I saw the inside of his room. He had posters up of all his favorite basketball and football players, as well as music artist. He upgraded from a twin to a queen size bed, which was still to small for his tall frame. He had one wall stacked with his sneaker collection, in clear containers. Then in the corner a area for his computer. The room was the normal black color a guy would have it, with a splash of gold. I took a seat on his bed, and ran my hand across his comforter. I figured he'd be a while in the shower so I laid down, snuggling into his pillow. The door swung open and I jumped up.

He smiled, a beautiful smile. "You good, I know my bed soft. Malani be sneaking in here taking naps."

I still set up. "Yeah, the shit is comfy."

He put his clothes in his closet and then went over to his dresser to put on lotion and some cologne. His towel was wrapped around his waist. He walked over to me and took a seat. When he bent down to put on his socks, he opened his legs and I could see his dick a little. I cleared my throat and turned my head. He was sitting back up now. He reached behind me and grabbed the bottle. "Oh shit, here, open this. I gotta put on some deodorant." He walked to his dresser but I guess the towel loosened when he was sitting down and it almost fell, I was able to get a glimpse of his cute ass.

"Put on some boxers."

"Naw, my shits been locked up all day, gotta let my balls breathe."

I laughed as I opened the bottle. I take a sip, it burns my throat going down, he takes the bottle, also takes a sip also, but he doesn't flinch.

"Are you done with that girl?" I asked.

"Yeah, shit was never serious, pussy was just convenient."

"What made her accuse you and me of.." he stopped.

"She caught me looking at you that night before as you slept."

"She trippin, I know you weren't."

I was quiet. He looked over at me.

"She was trippin right?"

I shook my head. "I was,"

He swallowed. "Why?"

"Don't even know to be honest, just kinda liked what I saw." I confessed.

I picked up the bottle, and looked for the ingredients. "What's in this?"

"Real funny," he took it from me and placed it on the floor. Then turned to me. He took my fingers and softly rubbed them. "What if I kiss you Mick?"

I just know he saw my chest moving in and out, like I was going to lose my heart. "You want to?"

"I think I do," he reached up and grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips gently against mine.

I waited for him to flip out but he relaxed into the kiss. He pulled me closer and got more aggressive with the kiss. Our tongues battled with our lips and teeth to find each other, I gave him the upper hand. I dreamed of this moment and he could do whatever to me. He sucked on my lips and tongue, like he was starving for them, his mouth overpowered mine. He pulled at my shirt, before he finally stopped and our foreheads rested against each others. I listen to his heavy breathing.

"So?" I asked.

"I want to again," he smiled.

Finally...🥰

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