Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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"I think you just turned me into a top...Never mind I take it back. That was too much work."
Fake Gavin's real name was Raphael (I literally had my tongue in his ass I couldn't call him Fake Gavin forever) and he was twenty-four. When I told him I was only nineteen he ain't even bat an eye. "As long as I was legal."
Raphael could barely catch his breath and I wasn't in any better condition. My body was on fire and cold as ice all at the same time. I lowkey was still twitching. This was a whole new experience for me—Really, I could tell for both of us. We fumbled around like idiots the first round trying to get the swing of shit. Which lowkey made me feel like a virgin all over again because what the fuck. I didn't have to teach Gavin anything, he just knew what to do and what buttons to press to get me off. I—
"—What are you thinking about?" He curled around my body and threw his arm over my chest delicately. I wanted to ask him what was everything he said in Spanish, but I'd wait until we could breathe again.
"Nothing." Nothing, just thinking about another man while I'm in the bed with you.
"Doesn't seem like nothing. You didn't even hear what I said."
"Oh, what you say?"
He mumbled a string of curse words before repeating himself. "I asked if you were hungry?"
I mean, I wasn't til he asked. Moving right now wasn't something I wanted to do but for food, I'd do anything. Or I would've been—If I wasn't so sore. Literally just tryna lift my leg to sit up had me wincing. A giggle slipped past Rafael's lips. "And here I was thinking you were a real bottom, now I'm not so sure."
Damn, Nigga. I told him it's been a lil minute. He wasn't exactly small but, not big either. And it wasn't even that part of me that hurt, it was my thighs from holding them up for mad fucking long.
"What are you doing?"
I paused after he asked that. The wincing was one thing, but I really did look stupid as fuck right now, on my knees looking under the bed butt ass naked. My drawls were the only thing under there so I quickly slipped those on. "...Where the rest of my clothes?"
He shrugged. "Just come in that." At some point he had slipped on a fuzzy pink robe, tying it tightly around his waist.
"I need them. So I can just dip off after I get done eating."
"Oh." His smile dropped slightly before he quickly fixed it but it was too late. I had already seen it falter. What I say wrong?
"Oh what?"
"I wasn't kicking you out, Papì."
"I thought this how it went."
"What...Fucking?
I sucked my teeth, "shit. I don't know. Ain't that how shit work in the movies." I never went home with any one from the club before. Bitch I never even been in a real club before tonight. I just know in the movies it's go like you take someone home, fuck, and then leave.
"I'm not kicking you out, Dummy. I don't know what guys you used to, but I don't do that."
I ain't like what he was implying I had to correct that shit, "I'm not 'used' to anything. This my first time doing this." I never had a girl or Gavin kick me out after sex, but this was a whole new situation. He just a random man from the club and I know nigga's mind operate differently.
But since he was so adamant about not kicking me out I guess it's cool then.
Raphael grabbed a pot and filled it with water. I sat down at the kitchen table, watching him throw it three packs of noodles.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He turned around, arms folded and his head tilted. One eyebrow raised.
"Um...Talk about what?"
"I mean if roleplaying is what you're into, that's fine. But let me know who I'm supposed to be ahead of time."
Suddenly I was up out my seat. "Woah, role play!? Nigga, what are you on?" Cause where the fuck he get that from?
"Eric!" Raphael laughed into his hands and I'm looking around because I'm really confused here. I ain't mention shit about role playing.
I thought he was freaky but I ain't know he was that freaky. If this some reverse psychology shit he don't gotta do that because I'll be a cop or something if he wants me to.
Raphael just stared at me as his laughter died down, "Wait, you're serious?" He nodded, "Fine."
Fine what? My eyes stayed on him, while he finished cooking. He separated it into two bowls and placed one in front of me with a fork. Even though I was still confused, he had obviously let it go. Then I watched this Nigga do the wildest shit ever. Raphael walked to the fridge and pulled out a bag of shredded cheese! Good thing I was already standing.
"Pause. I know I ain't just see you put cheese in your ramen."
He looked from me to the bowl with a confused frown. "Don't judge me. It's good!"
"Oh nah."
"Come on! Just try it!"
He reached in the bag and pulled out a full handful of shredded white cheese. Then had the audacity to move towards my bowl.
I quickly pulled it closer to my chest. "Get that shit away from me right now. You're disgusting."
That lit a fire under his ass. He was quick with it, too. "You're trying this cheese!" He yapped, swooping around the round table and was in my face and instant.
"No the fuck I'm not. Ya small ass can't even reach the bowl." I lifted the bowl over my head. He squinted his eyes up at me, clearly taking that as challenge.
This nigga different and one thing I'm quickly learning is that he always doing or saying some out of pocket shit. A normal person would reach up and try to get it out my hands—But Nah, Raphael's hand went in the opposite direction.
My knees buckled as all the air left my chest. His hand slipped in my boxers and gripped my dick and started stroking me agonizingly slow. "You motherfucker, that's cheating." With swiftness he dropped the cheese in my bowl and slipped it from my hand to place on the table.
"This is not cheating." He whispered with a devious smile, "It's using everything I have to get what I want." Damn! All this over some cheese!?
"If this how you act over some noodles I'd hate to see what you do over a job or something."
"Oh, God. I'm not out here sucking dick for raises. Although I'm not saying I wouldn't. Bitch this shit don't pay for itself." Raphael waved his hand in the air. I looked down at him in daze. His lips were still moving, but I ain't hear shit he said after that because suddenly his hand was moving just as fast as his lips were. Apparently he ain't like that. "Ouch! What the fuck?"
"Listen and my nails won't do that again."
Yeah, I should've put my clothes on when I had the chance because this man is crazy.
