Page 34 of The Packaged Deal
“Addy, I-” Sven cuts off with a groan. “Good luck with your move.”
He hangs up before I can say anything. My hand and the phone drop to the couch, and I wonder if this hole inside me will ever heal enough to let me live again.
I remember every minute of our friendship. Meeting him by accident at a bar, just two lonely men looking for a quiet drink. I went back a week later hoping to run into him. Our connection was instant. When I met him, it felt like I’d known him for a thousand years. Conversation was easy, the light flirting was intoxicating, and the casual touches filled a hole that had been growing in me.
But we never crossed the line. I think in the beginning, it didn’t feel romantic. It felt more and less. Love, at least on my side, grew slowly and over time. My friend became my crush and became the man I loved. It felt like in all the world, I’d found someone like me, someone who just got me. I wasn’t alone so long as he was in my world.
But, somewhere down the track, it became a situation that left me hurting and lonely more often than not. It became unhealthy and one-sided.
I walk to my kitchen and start pulling out the piles of paper I hurl into the drawers whenever our mailman visits. I throw three quarters away, and I’m almost done boxing up the last few cupboards when I see a shape stepping up on my porch. I open the door and walk out and find nothing.
I shiver and turn slowly, but just as I turn towards the right, I’m slammed up against the wall of my house. My hands are ripped up and pinned. It doesn’t matter because I can smell licorice.
My cock gets hard instantly, and I lean towards him, inhaling deeply.
“Sven!” I moan.
“Addy,” he growls back. “I can’t…I just fucking can’t.” He leans closer, brushing our noses, and lets go of a breath he’s been holding.
I lace my fingers through his, holding him in some small way as he slowly closes the distance until our cocks are aligned, and his mouth is hot on my cheek.
“Addy,” Sven whispers. “You can’t leave me. I won’t survive it.”
“But, Sven, I won’t survive living without you,” I whisper back. “I’m drowning with every day that we spend like this.”
He groans, and then turns his head just a fraction. His lips brush the corner of my mouth. I hold still, allowing him to do it. Letting him choose.
“Why do you taste like freedom?” Sven moans, and then his fingers clutch harder, and he grinds himself into me, but I’m lost because Sven is kissing me.
His tongue steals into my mouth, his lips are softer than I’d imagined, but he leads the kiss with skills that leave me breathless and like putty beneath him.
Sven tears his mouth away from me and leans back to look into my eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re going to be the death of me. I just know it.” He leans in and presses kisses up my jaw, mouthing and nipping.
“Sven,” I whimper.
“Hush, I’m thinking,” Sven growls and thrusts his tongue in my mouth. All thoughts vanish, and I give myself over to the kiss.
We kiss until my lips feel twice their size, until I’m burning up and feeling like just a simple brush of his hand against my cock would make me blow in my pants.
He drops his head on my shoulder. “I need to talk to Kandi.”
Reality drops a bomb on me. I feel cold and ill. I didn’t think.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “We should not have done that.”
“You’re staying!” Sven growls and pulls his hands free. He slides them down my chest, and then back up to my heart. “You’re not leaving me. I’m not asking, Addy. I’m fucking telling you. Don’t you dare leave me.”
I stare at his face, seeing the determination written there. “Three weeks,” I say to him. “I’ll give us all three weeks to see if we can work out what’s going on.”
Sven hesitates, and then nods. “Fine, three weeks, but-” He tilts his head and melds our lips together, swallowing my moan.
“Oh, you taste so good,” Sven murmurs when he comes up for air. “I’m going to talk to my girlfriend.”
“She’s going to kill me,” I mutter darkly.
“What makes you think she doesn’t already know?” Sven says with a shrug.
I frown. “What does that mean?”