Page 12 of A Really Gay Book
Hell, I could probably get him to do it himself if I offered to step on his face first. He looked like that kind of guy.
I gave a full-body shiver because ew. Ew. EW!
I wasn’t one to kink shame, but I was also not a face stepper. I was more of ahold me down and make me crykind of guy. And I’d already decided who was going to be holding me down, and it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be Carl the Diner Guy.
Nope. It was going to be Adam. He was nuts if he thought he was getting away after that sock-scorching kiss yesterday. Adam was going to use those enormous, monster-sized hands to hold me down and feed me his monster-sized cock.
And I would take it like the very good boy I am. Okay, the very good boy people think I am. I could probably stand to be less arrogant. I’m notthatgreat.
I know, I know, I couldn’t say that with a straight face AT ALL. But let’s pretend like I have a few less-than-savory qualities for the sake of the narrative.
Moving on…
So, yes. All of my holes were officially reserved for Adam’s monster dick. I mean, come on. You know he’s got one. Just look at him.
And I wasn’t going to get to be a close and personal friend with it if I continued moping around my apartment. I needed to hunt him down and get that introduction, pronto.
A man has needs, okay?
I grabbed a light jacket and pulled on a scarf at random as I left my house. I didn’t need to look at what I was putting on. Whatever I wore would look amazing no matter what.
After closing my front door, I locked every damn lock on it because if I didn’t, I was guaranteed to find someone in my house when I got home. One time I found someone making me dinner.
Naked.
I took one look at them, and they started to cry.Theydid. Not me. I was the one in need of eye bleach, but they were the one crying because I was just too amazing, angelic, blah, blah, blah and they weresounworthy and what were they thinking…
So yes, many, many locks were on my door. It saved me a fortune on eye bleach.
As I was straightening my jacket, I heard a clatter to my left. A trash can had been knocked down, and I got a glimpse of a shadow disappearing around the corner of my building.
I didn’t bother chasing the person down. The chance that it was one of my admirers was close to one hundred percent. And if they were running away, that meant they were one of the shy ones. I liked the shy ones. They always admired me from a nice, healthy distance.
Interestingly enough, I didn’t have a single person follow me during my walk into town and I wasn’t mad about it.
I ended up skipping breakfast. I had zero patience for the song and dance I’d have to go through to acquire it, and if Adam’s expression after kissing me was any indication, he wasn’t going to go near that bakery any time soon.
I made it to campus early and began to ask around for Adam. It didn’t take much to find him. According to one guy, everyone kept tabs on him, just in case, you know? Wink.
Why did he wink, you ask? I asked too, only not as nicely as you just did.
Apparently, everyone in the school but me knew Adam was a one-man wrecking machine. If half of what I’d been told was true, the property damage alone would have been staggering. Not to mention Adam would have already been dead at least six times over.
Surely no one could be that bad. Right?
* * *
I was never leaving. I was buying an RV and moving it outside our house because the view was excellent. Eventually, I would wear Adam down and he’d let me back inside. But while I was stuck outside, I was going to make the most of it.
Nothing in the world could pull me away from the view I had of Adam taking off his shirt as he got ready for bed. Well, nothing short of Adam bringing me inside and letting me close our curtains (this is my house now too, remember?) so random perverts couldn’t peep at him while he was naked. His body was a work of art—even with the scars.
White scars crisscrossed his back, and there was a small divot in his upper arm that looked alarmingly like a bullet wound. The world had done a number on Adam, and it was going to stop immediately. If I had to, I’d make him carry me like a backpack, so nothing could ever hurt him again. My luck seemed to go wonky around him, but it wasn’t like it was bad.
His was obviously terrible. But not around me. Every time I was with Adam, he seemed perfectly fine. Which was probably why it took so long for me to realize what a walking disaster area he was.
I’d been keeping an eye on him as much as possible. Mostly from afar. Fine, it was entirely from afar. No, it wasn’t stalking, okay?Idon’t need a TED talk. It was out of concern for his safety and love and a need to make sure no one tried to kiss him…
Okay, shut up. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.
