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Chapter Twenty-Four

Storm

I spent most of the night tossing and turning, jolting awake from rolling onto my stiff dick. The thought of Gabriel sucking my dick isn’t allowing me to get a good night’s sleep. I’ve explored my sexuality for years. Tried all sorts of things as I figured out what I like, don’t like, would never do again no matter what… but I’ve never had the opportunity to be a teacher during sex. I never thought it would be something I was into. Normally I don’t have patience to teach anyone anything, but exploring Gabriel’s sexuality with him is fun. It’s an experience, one that I’m fully on board with doing together.

When the sun comes up, I open my eyes and roll onto my back. Today is going to be a lazy day filled with naps because I couldn’t sleep well. I need to visit Mom, and I can do that at some point, but other than that? It’s sleep for me. Especially since Gabriel is working today and will be gone for a good portion of it.

Glancing at the clock, I’m surprised he hasn’t shown yet. We texted for a bit after he left my room last night because he couldn’t sleep either. He was eager to taste my cock, and that was my first mistake. Don’t go to bed hard. But I needed him to sleep on this to make sure it’s what he wants to do. Though I am enjoying this thoroughly, I need to be careful.

Something changed in him that day he came back frantic from his parents’, and deep down I still worry I’m taking advantage of him—which I don’t want to do. That’s not how I am, not even when it comes to sex or money. I love that he’s on board with all this stuff, but I won’t be a shitty human over it just because I need money.

I lie in bed for a while, debating whether or not I should get up, when my phone goes off. Figuring it’s him, I smile as I reach for it. But it isn’t him. It’s Dominic.

You are coming to the wedding, right?

I’d intended to go. Nothing has changed on that front.

Of course. Is it okay if I bring a date?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Is he hot?

I’m going to tell your fiance.

After what the three of us did, you think he’s going to care?

Yes, actually.

You’re probably right.

I met Dom’s fiancé last year when I was in California meeting with some friends. I ran into Dom and his man in a bar. We got drunk, went home together, and that used to be one of the hottest nights of my life. Still top ten, if I’m being honest. I’ve had enough threesomes on camera, but that’s a lot of staging and things being planned out. The way Dom took control of the situation, bossing both me and his boyfriend, Mikah, around? Damn, it was hot. Dominic is very dominant in the bedroom. But of course I’d already known this because he too is a content creator and we’ve worked together before.

That’s actually how he and his fiancé met. They both work in the industry and happened to be neighbors. Hated each other at first. Mikah can be grumpy as hell, but Dom is as golden retriever as they come.

See you then, sunshine.

3

I put my phone down and get out of bed, needing to take a piss. I stop outside Gabe’s door to listen in and see if I can hear him snoring when the door is pulled open and I stumble back. He narrows his eyes on me.

“Eavesdropping?”

“On what, exactly? Didn’t hear you talking to anyone in there,” I respond.

“Fair point. Excuse me.”

He heads to the bathroom, shutting the door. Funny how he’s fine with me sucking his dick and watching me jerk off, but I can’t see him pee? Whatever.

I wait by the door, and when he pulls it open, he frowns.

“Do you need something?” he asks.

I narrow my eyes, not sure what to say to that. Do I need something? Yeah, I need to get the fuck off. But if he’s not into it anymore, that’s cool. I can handle it myself.

“Nope. Just wanted to make sure you’re good.”

“I’m fine,” he snaps, then moves past me and goes back to his room.

He’s grumpy this morning. I wonder why.

I know better than to start breakfast. He will tolerate me cooking dinner, as long as it’s on the grill and not in the kitchen, but I dare not try to ruin breakfast. A bad breakfast ruins his entire day. I’ve learned that from experience.

The only thing left to do is sleep. So I quickly do my business in the bathroom before going back to my room. I fall face down on the bed—thankfully my dick is soft—and pass the fuck out.

I wake up to an apology text from Gabriel.

Sorry about this morning. I had a text from my mother that I didn’t like.

I stare at it for a long time, deciding how to respond. His mood swings and bad moods don’t matter to me. I won’t take offense to them because we’re not in a relationship. We’re just fucking. Okay, not quite fucking, but getting each other off? No, that’s not right either. I’m getting him off and showing him how to get off? Yeah, that sounds weird as hell. Better we don’t try to explain it. Still, this stuff with his family is bothering him and so I respond nicely.

What did she say?

It’s only a few seconds before he answers.

That if I want anything to do with the family, I will show up to the anniversary dinner this Friday with a proper date.

I’m still willing to go.

I’m considering it at this point, just to stick it to them.

Stick it to them? I huff out a laugh. He says the weirdest shit.

Fuck it. Let’s do it. Come on, it’ll be fun. I haven’t been to a party in a while.

It’s not the kind of party you’re thinking of.

So let’s go party after.

I don’t party.

You should.

No.

Well, I tried.

Fine. Take me as your date. I promise to act PROPER. They won’t have anything to complain about.

Except for you being a guy.

I grin. Yeah, except for that.

I’ve dealt with a lot of hate in my life as someone who identifies as pansexual. I’ve made videos with, slept with, and been in relationships with all sorts of people. I’m used to the hate. Especially after having an adult content channel that focuses on gay content. My inbox fills up with hate mail if I don’t go through it quickly enough. Truthfully, I don’t care. I mean, I do care because people are assholes and it’s unnecessary, but I guess what I mean is I don’t let it bother me. Though, I will say I throw around the word bi to most people because it’s easier than explaining how I really feel. I shouldn’t dumb down what I am, but I’m tired of having to explain myself to people.

Before Gabriel hinted at his family being homophobic, I already assumed they were. They’re the type. Maybe that’s judgy, but oh well. They’re still arranging marriages, for fuck’s sake. I mean, seriously? People still do that?

No, Gabriel didn’t share that information with me either. I overheard it because I’m nosey as fuck.

Is it right to make a scene at his parents’ anniversary party? No, not really, but I’m tired of these pretentious assholes thinking they can treat people like shit. Gabriel, though a bit odd, is a good person. I don’t like seeing him all torn up over his family being mean to him. They basically bully him, and that’s fucking ridiculous. He should stick up for himself, and shoving this in their face maybe isn’t right, but it’s what I would do. Maybe it’ll give him the confidence he needs.

What we do behind closed doors is not their business. We’re just friends and we will make that known to them. No harm, no foul.

I know it’s much more complicated than that. They aren’t looking for him to take a friend as a date. I think what they’re upset about is Gabriel not bouncing back from being left at the altar and that he hasn’t moved on yet. It hasn’t even been a year yet, though. I mean, damn, give the guy some time to figure things out.

He’s not married. No kids. He has a job they don’t feel is good enough. Basically, they’re forcing him to live up to their expectations, despite how miserable he is, and that’s bullshit. I do not approve.