Mine For A Moment

Chapter 18

Micky

Kayon hadn't come home in two days. I texted a couple times but he either responded short or not at all. I was hoping we were at least still friends, but the way he was moving made it seem like no. I tried to stay busy and not let my mind drive me into insanity, thinking about him and Lonzo. I know he was with him, and I just know they fucked. I wasn't allowed to say anything because for one, we wasn't together and secondly, I cut him off.

Still, every time I heard a door slam, I ran to look out the living room curtains. It wasn't him. I decided to call my mom.

"Hey ma,"

"Hey baby, everything okay?" She could always sense when something was wrong.

"For the most part,"

"That doesn't sound good, let me push this session back." She put me on hold for a little. "I'm back,"

"I may have started something with Kayon and probably should of stayed friends."

"Kayon? Oh, so he likes guys now?" She was surprised.

"Yeah,"

"Micky, Kayon's life is difficult, from birth he's been dealt a shitty hand. It's hard to be happy when inside you never really experienced it."

"But he has, with Gma and Lani...they have been good to him. He's treated like family here,"

"Micky, are you falling for him?"

"I'm not trying to," I honestly wasn't.

She sighed. "You are just kids, and it may not seem like it but you'll probably not even care about this five years from now. Have fun with Malani, go to parties and get drunk, go out with other guys. Don't give this too much of your energy."

"You're right, thank you for the advice."

"Of course, we miss you. I'll call you tomorrow, love you."

"Love you too ma,"

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I woke up around 6:30 pm, I wiped my eyes and turned away from the wall. I felt someone squeezed my feet. I looked down at the foot of the bed and saw Kayon. I couldn't help but smile. "Hey,"

"Hey," he took my hand "Come in my room." He pulled the cover off me and I stood up to follow him. I was a little off balanced, from just waking up. I quickly jumped in his bed. I noticed him stumble. He laughed to himself.

"Are you drunk?"

"More tipsy than drunk," he took everything out his pocket and put it on top of his dresser. He walked closer to where I was and leaned down in my face.

"You look so damn crazy," I pulled back.

He poked out his lips and I gave him a peck.

"That's all I get?" He did a pouty face.

I grabbed his chin and lifted my head up. Then I gave him a more passionate kiss. I know that went against everything I said. He just so fine. "Are you staying?"

"If I ain't still on punishment." He pulled off his shirt.

"Kay,"

"Um playin baby, you had a right to not wanna fuck at that time, or anytime. If you felt pressured, I'm sorry." He turned on his tv. He finally sat down on the bed, then scooted against his wall. He patted his leg, I climbed on to his lap. "That was fucked up on my part."

"I wanted to apologize for trying to argue while you was going through something,"

"Emotions was high that day, I'm sure we both didn't act in the best way but it doesn't change how I feel about you...hope it don't change how you feel bout me either."

"Can I just say I am feeling supper insecure and I understand then wasn't the right moment to bring it up, but maybe now?" I looked at him.

"This about Lonzo?"

"Yeah,"

Something in his eyes changed. I've known him long enough to read his face expressions. My heart felt heavy. "Can we not?"

"So?" I scanned his eyes for the answer.

"Mick, can we not?"

"You said you would only sleep with me..." I lowered my tone. "I didn't wanna be out here looking stupid."

"You not,"

"I can't continue with you...imma be the one hurt in the end."

He held my hands and placed them on my lap. "No, I won't let that happen."

"Let's just be friends with benefits, because pretending you want more is going to ruin even our friendship."

"I want more with us,"

"and what with him?" I needed to know.

"Let's focus on us,"

"Who fucked who?" I asked.

He looked down. "He um...he fucked me."

"Wow, but with me you acted like you'd have to give it a lot of thought." I shook my head.

"This isn't a comparison,"

"No, because I don't compare to him, you hooked." I realized in that moment, he liked to be dominated by Lonzo. "Plus, your connection with him is better, because he's actually your homie."

"So are you,"

"But he's dicking you down,"

"and I'm dicking you down, so what's the difference?"

I laughed upsettingly. "You have no idea." I got off his lap.

He grabbed my arm. "Mick, stop walking away from me."

"You don't own me, and I ain't doing this." I got off the bed.

He did too. He walked around me, turned, grabbed my neck and backed me into the wall. He placed both hands on the side of my face. "You think imma just give you up that easy?"

I rolled my eyes.

"What you want me to do Mick, beg?"

"That would be nice but I don't want you to do anything but leave me the hell alone. My sensitive ass can't do this. I like you too much."

"You want a nigga to beg?"

"You ain't hearing me." I was annoyed with him.

He got down on his knees in front of me. "This what you want?"

"Kay? Are you being for real?"

"Please, don't give up on us, give me a chance to get this shit right. I do want this with you, you know I was never the relationship type...but I wanna work on that with you."

"No the fuck you don't, but since you down there." I pulled down my shorts.

He smiled. "Oh, like that?"

"Yeah nigga, wrap them pretty, lying ass lips around this dick, and don't stop til I nut in your mouth."

He grabbed it and stuck it in his mouth, I pulled it out and tapped it against his lips. He wanna play this game, then let's do it. I fucked his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. I held his head and he started gagging. "Fuck that," I slapped his cheek a little, watching his eyes now tearing up. I grabbed a handful of his dreads, and slammed my shit in his mouth, he held on to my ass. My head fell backwards into the wall, my knees began to buckle. "Shit Kay,"
He slipped a finger in my ass. "Ahhh," I came in his mouth. I was blinking excessively, basking in the pleasure.

"You tried to kill me," he said as my nut dripped down his chin.

"You good." I pulled up my pants, kissed his forehead and left.

Micky 👀 😂😂😂😂

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