k i n s e y - j a m e s *
I watch my best friend, Alden, walk into the restaurant with his nephew, Jaden, on his hip.
"I can't do this anymore." He says as soon as he reaches the table. "I haven't slept in three days. He wakes up every time I'm about to fall asleep."
"Ask your Mom—" I begin.
"NO!"
"Why not?"
"Because just...just no!"
"Al, you're exhausted, you need a break."
Alden is babysitting Jaden for the next few weeks as his Mom and Dad are house-hunting in Florida. They didn't want to take him with them, which is understandable because it's a long drive and it's a long, sometimes boring, process, house hunting.
"Whether I need a break or not, I told—" he begins; this time, I cut him off.
"I'm calling your mom," I say.
I dial her number.
"Hello, Diane!" I greet her. "Alden refuses to admit it, but he needs a short break. He hasn't slept in three days. Maybe overnight? Okay, that sounds great! We're at Patsy's Diner. Bye!"
I end the call.
"She'll be here in ten minutes," I tell him, looking at him from across the table.
Instead of Diane having to come in, Alden, Jaden and I go outside and meet her in the parking lot. We decided not to order anything and just go back to my apartment.
"Thank you, Mama," Alden says, hugging her.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," she says. "But you really should be thanking Kinsey,"
Alden looks over at me.
"I know..."
"Are you going to be alright to drive?" I ask him.
He nods. "I drove here. I'll be fine,"
"Are you sure?"
He nods, hugging Jaden and his mom goodbye. He stops in front of me and looks at me.
"You look like you're about to fall asleep right here," I say. "I'm going to drive you home. We can come back for your car later."
I guide Alden to my car by his shoulders and help him in; I even help him buckle up. He looks at me when I pull back from buckling him. We stare at each other for a few seconds, before I close his door and get in the driver's side.
I guide Alden up the stairs to my apartment, unlock the door, and guide him down the hallway to my bedroom.
"Lay down," I tell him firmly.
"But my shoes—" he says.
"I'll get it,"
I take his shoes off of his feet, then grab a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt for him to replace his khakis and his button-up shirt with. I unbutton his pants, sliding them off his hips and down his legs; He watches me. I start to unbutton his shirt, watching him looking at me. I take his shirt off of him and throw it to the side with his shoes and pants. Before I put his clothes back on, I start pressing my lips against his neck, moving down his body. I follow his shoulder with my lips, and move down his chest, down his rib, to his waist, and the inside of his thigh. I bite my lip before standing back up and pulling the pair of sweatpants I grabbed onto his body. He looks at me as tie the drawstring on his pants, and then stand up and slide the shirt over his head. I bend over him and press my lips against his. One of his hands moves up to my face; my left hand moves and cups his left cheek. I break away from him, still feeling his lips against mine.
"Sleep good, bubba," I whisper quietly in his ear and kiss his lips once more.
He grabs my wrist.
"Stay here," he whispers. "Lay with me,"
I look at him and he pulls me down on the bed beside him. I roll over a little and lay down beside him; he scoots closer to me and cuddles into my chest. I rub his back as he cuddles into me and falls asleep.
He wakes up a few hours later.
"Did you get a good rest?" I ask him.
He nods, and brings my face down to his and kisses my lips, rolling over and pulling himself on top of me. He moans against my lips softly, opening his mouth and allowing me to slide my tongue inside his mouth. I pull back.
"What do you want for dinner?" I ask him, cupping his face in my hand, stroking his cheek.
He shrugs. "I don't care," he whispers softly. My mouth tugs upward into a smile.
We end up ordering Chinese food. We're waiting for the delivery guy to get there when Alden turns me to face him and presses his lips to mine, drawing himself closer to me so that his body presses into mine. I wrap my hands around his waist gently and lift him, only slightly, off the floor. The doorbell rings, though, and ruins the moment. I go to the front door, Alden following close behind me. When I open the door, the delivery guy is mine and Alden's age, and apparently Alden feels that he is a threat, because he wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck while I get the money to pay him.
I tell the delivery guy thank you and close the door, walking over to the kitchen counter and setting the food down. Alden is right behind me, and I grab him, jerking him into my arms, lifting him up, wrapping his legs around me, and kissing his lips. I lean him against the counter.
"You don't have to worry about other guys," I say softly, pressing my lips to his neck. He moans as I suck on his sweet spot.
"You're the only one," I say, stopping kissing his neck only briefly. I suck on his sweet spot again, and he whimpers as I start to press kisses across his shoulder, back to his neck, and then on his lips once more.
After we eat, we put the leftovers up and throw away the empty containers and then go back upstairs to my bedroom where we both collapse on my bed and lay down.
Before bed, I look over at him and kiss him softly.
"Good night, love," I say quietly.
"Good night, Kins," he whispers. We share one last kiss before falling asleep.
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