Once a Reject

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P is for (god there are so many things I could put here 😩)

I didn't wear his jersey. I know disappointing, but hear me out. Why, should I go to a football game wearing my secret-not-my-boyfriend-boyfriend's jersey and hope he doesn't deny me when we get ousted in public. I'd rather not. I did, however, send my best wishes and a blowjob his way so he knows I care. I also told him that if he hooked up with anyone that wasn't my piece of ass at the after party I will have a vacuum to his balls. He got the message.

Now I'm sat at home eyes glued to the fifa game I'm currently winning, against my brother.

"Fucking hell, Marx. When did you get good."

"Had time to practice when I️ chose not do your shitty homework assignments." Chris pauses the game.

"Ok really Marx? Did you have to go that far. That really hurt dude." I️ look over at him the blank expression.

"Are serious right now." Chris starts to fake sob and puts the controller down.

"JILL! JILL! MARX JUST INSULTED MY PROFESSION! MY LIFES WORK!" His sobbing got louder to the point where it just sounded like he was screaming. I️ squinted my eyes kind of in disgust...why is he actually 36 years old and why is he allowed to teach?

Jill comes walking in with a glare on her face but not directed at me. She comes up behind the couch and slaps the back of his head. He instantly stops.

"Shut the fuck up Chris, I'm serious, you're such a damn child and all you do is scream and yell. Save it for the fucking bedroom why don't ya." She stalks back into the kitchen after sassily serving him his ass. With the biggest goofy smile on his face he turns to me,

"That woman right there...I️ love that woman." He then gets up to follow after her in the kitchen.

What the actual fuck? Am I️ dreaming cuz I️ must be fucking dreaming.

I get up and follow them into the kitchen extremely suspicious.

"What the fuck-" when I walk-in I see them full on making out. Like full on, making out. I open my mouth slowly and then let out a blood curdling scream.

"AH EW STRAIGHT PEOPLE!!!" I quickly cover my eyes and turn away.

"Seriously Marx," starts Jill. "Was that fucking necessary." Before I could say anything she speaks,

"No, no the fuck it wasn't." I hear shuffling and take that as a sign that I can turn around. Except once I do I see that they resumed making out.

"Oh my god. Stop. I eat here. Please I'm begging you. Please stop. I'm sorry for ever shipping you two. It's like watching my brother make out with my mom. Please never again." Chris pulls away and looks at me.

"Are you serious right now." He mocks me.

"Boy don't you dare start some shit with me when you out here looking like Chewbacca's wife."

"Who the fuck knows what Chewbacca's wife looks like? Chewbacca doesn't even have a wife!"

"You sound like Elmo had sex with a lawnmower."

"Marx-"

"Why does Jill even want to date your crooked pencil neck, broke looking headass."

"Marx! My neck is only like that because of high school football. I used to be so good they called me the next Odell Beckham."

"More like Osmell Beckham. Always smelling like fish you think you'd have a coochie." Jill burst out laughing at that.

"Oh my god Marx. That was so fucking funny." Not wanting to give into her praise I point a finger at them,

"No fucking in my house, you hear."

"This is my home too, marx-"

"No. Fucking. In. My. House. You hear?" They both nod and I walk out the kitchen. I here shuffling and a bang happen but decide not to look into it (too lazy) so I️ instead decide to text my boyfriend. Yeah, boyfriend.

Me: hey baby❤️

I️ then get up to go to the bathroom and I️ take a picture of my penis. What don't judge me! I️ just want to fuck with my boyfriend for a bit, he's like having breakfast with his family or some shit.

Garrett POV

M(eh baby)arx: hey baby ❤️

Seeing that text made me smile. I️ was about to respond when I️ picture came down. The picture made me drop my phone with a loud bang and my knee hit the table, jostling the plates of food a bit. My family looks up at me.

"Honey are you ok?" My mom asks. Breathing heavy I️ just respond with a nod and pick my phone back up.

M(eh baby)arx: I️ miss you baby😢

Another picture comes down this one of him holding it.

Holy shit I️ need to go.

"I uh, bathroom. Piss, I need a p-piss." My mother shakes her head probably at my language and simply waves her hand in the air allowing me to go. Running to the bathroom in my room I lock the door. I spoke my pants down and grip my rod.

Me: Marx baby, you you can't just do that.

I begin pumping my length and there is nothing more I want to do then moan out loud but with my family downstairs I know it's a risky move.

M(eh baby)arx: oh I'm sorry baby. I just wanted to cheer you up

Me: oh I'm definitely up

I can just hear Marx giggling to that message and for some reason it makes me pump faster

M(eh baby)arx: did u come?

Me: I'm about to

M(eh baby)arx: that's so fascinating

Typing...

M(eh baby)arx: daddy😉

Fucking hell.