His Stepfather, Dearest | MxM

five

We were no longer in Jamaica, but my desire and longing for Fabien didn't stay there either. It followed me back, and had me feeling like an absolute fool.

Except despite how I may have felt, I avoided such desires. I haven't had sex with him since the first time we've done it. The most we've done was make out, grind against one another, cum...

It's not that exciting, but there's always more to be desired when it's all said and done.

Even last night - late at night - he knocked on my door and came into my room. Just at the sight of him, I became hard, like an idiot. The way he stared down at me and was able to tell in an instant... He got on top of my lap and from there...

Afterwards he passed out in my bed, despite what I had to do the next morning.

I now had to go to work, so I was up before everyone else, despite what I had done. Standing in the kitchen, I was making myself some coffee before I heard someone walking down the stairs.

When I look, it was Fabien. A loose shirt on and pajama pants, not even wearing any slippers. He saw me and a shy smile came to his lips, but I look away.

I could hear him approaching me though. His hand settling near mine as I wait for my coffee. Looking at him again, he seemed to wait for me to speak first. Except there wasn't much for me to say.

"I know you don't have a job, so why are you up so early?" I ask him, and his eyes widen. "That wasn't meant to be a shot at you, I'm just saying."

Fabien forces a grin onto his face, just for it to drop immediately after.

I smile, looking away from him "What's the matter? You haven't said a word."

"You're holding against me what I said in Jamaica."

"There's nothing to hold against you." I make quite clear, his eyes rolling. "I just have no reason to have sex with you. And I mean, can you blame me?"

"Yes, I can."

Smiling, I pour my coffee and peer over at him. His eyes heavily set on me that told me enough about how he was feeling.

That desire and want for me was just as poignant as mine. He's just bad at hiding it.

I set down my cup, walking towards him. I stand in his face and feel his hand grip my wrist. My eyes scanning his face for a moment before I pull back away.

"My mom is a light sleeper, so I assume she knows you're not in bed. You are taking more and more risks, no shame." I take a sip of my coffee and purposely added nothing to throw me off.

To taste such a shit flavor helped distract my mind from him. Even if he still held onto my wrist, I was still being thrown off by this flavor.

"Your mom didn't even move when I got up, I think I'm good."

I look at him, his eyebrow rising. Except her not moving isn't normal. When I would go to work with my dad, or when I first started, he began to lament about how bad he felt.

How he would feel bad that she'd wake up and then couldn't fall back asleep. So the fact that she didn't wake up when he got up last night isn't normal.

"Did she even stir a little? Rustle around?"

"I don't think so."

"She didn't?"

"No. Why would I lie?" He rolls his eyes, but I remain still. "You're right though, she did wake up before; but she'd just be so drunk that she'd pass back-."

I rush around him, running up the stairs. I rush past my sister's bedrooms and my own, straight to her bedroom. Before I opened it, I just stood there. My breathing hurried for no reason...