Damaged Goods (MxM - BOOK FIVE)

Chapter Five

When they pulled apart, Tyler was feeling only barely surprised that it had happened. What he was more curious about was that he didn't hate it.

He didn't like it either. But it bothered him much less than he thought it might.

He felt almost entirely passive about the experience.

"I knew it," Dimitri smirked at him.

"What?" He responded like a deer in headlights. What did he just figure out?

That was when Dimitri snaked a hand down into his crotch, and Tyler looked down to see him wrap it firmly about his penis.

His very own erection.

He just looked down at it, curiously, "where did that come from?" He asked, feeling equally as passive about it.

"The kiss," Dimitri smirked letting him go and sitting back nonchalantly. He poured himself another drink and downed it quickly.

Tyler followed suit, not really sure why.

"But I didn't even like it." Tyler pointed out, not considering Dimitri's feelings.

As it turned out, he didn't have to. The Personal Trainer was smirking again, "exactly,"

"I don't follow?" He admitted, and he didn't.

"I'll explain it later, maybe," Dimitri smirked, "maybe you'd rather call your boy Jack, in the meantime."

It was then that Tyler realised his phone was back in his hand, and Jack's contact was displayed on the screen again. He couldn't even remember doing that.

"No," he said, shutting the screen off, "I don't want to call him,"

"But you have a boner." Dimitri pointed out.

"So?" Tyler narrowed his eyes at him.

"Isn't that what you normally do with it?" He sounded very nonchalant about it, so Tyler shrugged.

"I suppose."

"Well don't you want to get your rocks off?" Dimitri suggested.

Tyler shrugged again. The feeling was oddly satisfying against the cloudiness in his mind, he did it a couple more times for no other reason than because he liked the feel of it.

"There's an alternative of course," Dimitri told him, pulling out his own phone and holding it up to show three names side by side in his contact list;

[Uncle D's - Amanda]

[Uncle D's - Mareesa]

[Uncle D's - Loretta]

"Blonde, Brown and Brunet," Dimitri said, and he was leaning into Tyler again to show him the list of names. "Uncle Dan always provides... and not just quality liquor."

Tyler pushed his roommate off of him and stood up. Lurched; more like it.

Until this moment he hadn't realised just how many drinks he'd had had. He also hadn't realised how much time had passed and even trying to think about it now he wasn't sure what they'd even spoken about all night.

He did know, however, that Dimitri was suggesting he call one or all of those girls from the bottle shop.

"I can't just do that," he was saying to himself as much as to his roommate as he began to pace drunkenly. He nearly fell over every time he turned around in the tight space and Dimitri was watching him with humour in his eyes.

"Why not?" Dimitri asked him. "They'd definitely fuck you, heck if I thought you were up for it, I'd fuck you myself," and then he added as if he'd forgotten Tyler had a dick, "I'd let you fuck me too, of course."