Jared Abitol is ugly, past his prime, and desperate for love.
Years of being hyper-aware of his own looks have made Jared develop social anxiety. When you look like Jared, love isn't easy to find. Jared might not have the looks or confidence, but h...
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When Jared picked up Darnell up that day, the younger man could feel something tense about the older man's mannerisms. He seemed nervous, and Darnell wondered why. He looked at Jared from the side of his eyes through the drive, hoping to somehow see through him. Jared seemed shaky, he kept his hands busy by tapping them on the steering wheel whenever they came to a stop. Darnell looked away, playing with the hem of his long sweater. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but he guessed that wasn't his business, so he just hoped Jared was alright.
Jared brought the car to a stop on the driveway and they both got out of it before heading inside his home. Darnell liked Jared's place. For someone who spent a lot of time by himself, he had a spacious and well-designed place. He remembered asking Jared about the house design, and he had mentioned just hiring someone to do everything. That had made Darnell chuckle. It reminded him of how his dad would hire painters or interior designers and just stand there and nod as if he knew what they were talking about.
He missed his dad.
Darnell shook his head, trying to get his thoughts in check. He couldn't start his 'woe is me' strife here.
"Are you okay?" Jared asked from a distance, making Darnell blink when he noticed he had just randomly stopped walking.
"Yeah," Darnell said, nodding as he moved to meet up with Jared. They waked up the stairs together, and Darnell noticed there was something still off about Jared's mannerisms, and it only got worse when they got to his bedroom. Jared excused himself, saying he was taking a bath first. He disappeared behind the bathroom door, leaving Darnell in the room alone.
When the shower started Darnell took his time to look around the room, wondering what on earth had Jared so bothered. He looked around the bed, started at the closets, and it was only when he looked around the desk that he noticed what was going on — or had a small idea, at least. Sitting next to the condoms and lube was a transparent fleshlight and an egg vibrator.
Darnell giggled, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulder. Jared was so shy. It was sweet. When Jared got out from the bathroom Darnell looked over at him. The man was pale and skinny-fat. His wet hair was plastered flat on his head and face in chunks. Darnell crossed his legs as he stared. He recently only realized how wavy his hair was.
"I guess I should go to the bathroom," Darnell muttered before looking away when he realized he had been staring at Jared. "I'll be back soon," he said getting up from the bed before making the walk past Jared. His eyes widened in surprise when he felt a cool hand take a hold of his wrist. Darnell turned back to look at Jared who was now staring at him red-faced.
"Don't prep yourself," the man got out in a go. It was so fast that Darnell almost didn't pick up his words. Jared's eyes wandered to the carpet as he let out a sigh. "Please? I want to do that for you today if you don't mind," Jared explained making Darnell let out a small 'oh' as he looked down at his hand that Jared still had a grip on.
