Page 78 of Fight
I really have to fucking piss though.
“What… You’re fucking insane,” Marty whines. He sounds like a weak willed beta. Bastard is about to fall like a deck of cards.
“I can assure you I’m intact of all my faculties,” my best friend rumbles, adjusting his cock. I swear, nothing makes this man harder than a good argument. It’s ridiculous. “Now, do I need to come down to the office to show you how persuasive I can be?”
“No! No, I’ll send them the ordinance of eviction. I know a judge,” Marty grumbles. “I’ll have them out by tonight. Fuck me.”
“No, thanks,” Tommy says lightly, opening the door to the third floor now that our business is concluded. “I appreciate you being so helpful.”
Terminating the call, he glances at me with a smirk. I have to admit, that was masterful. Bowing toward him, I snort as we walk toward Cerenity and Augustine’s apartment.
There’s movement and chatting from inside as I unlock the door and let ourselves in, dropping our purchases in the living room. Soon, we’ll be properly ensconced next door, and things will be a little less cramped. This doesn’t mean I’m not willing to annoy the little omega with my presence whenever possible though.
It’s part of my charm.
“Fuck, I missed my run this morning,” Gabriel groans when he sees us both as he takes a long, slow drink of orange juice. He’s never been much of a coffee drinker for as long as I’ve known him.
Tommy, on the other hand, stumbles toward the coffee maker to get his caffeine injection for the morning as I gaze at my fighter.
“You know what you need to do then,” I tell him with a shrug as I drain the rest of my water bottle and throw it out. “If you’re going to fuck all night, then you can damn well take care of your responsibilities too.”
Tiny flushes red with embarrassment as Auggie growls at me, making me feel a bit like an asshole as I stalk toward the bathroom in the hallway.
Leaving the door partially open and refusing to give a fuck, I lift the toilet seat and release my cock from my shorts. There’s just enough light from the hallway to show me where the hole is for me to aim. Sighing, I let my stream fly, happy to finally be able to piss.
Unfortunately, I start to feel warm liquid flying back at me, because it’s not going into the bowl.
“What the fuck,” I curse, disgusted. It’s fucking dark since I was too lazy to turn on the light. The switch is also in a weird place and I don’t know the bathroom well enough. “The toilet is broken!”
I hear a laugh vaguely coming from the kitchen, and I wonder if I’m being punked. I can’t stop pissing, because I had to go so badly.
“Fuck!” I roar, reaching around for the shower, and ripping over the curtain, so I can turn and finish pissing in the tub. “Goddamnit.”
I’m sure there’s urine fucking everywhere. Awesome. My heart is oddly pounding from the adrenaline, and I groan as I shake my cock and put it away. Finally finding the damn light switch, I groan as I see there’s cling wrap tightly stretched across the toilet bowl. I may not have even noticed without the splatter of urine all over it.
“Looks like you aren’t house broken,” Tiny says, dropping cleaning supplies at my feet. “Try not to tinkle everywhere again, would you?”
There’s a smirk on her face, and her green eyes are sparkling. I have to admit, she got me good. Game fucking on, Tiny.
“I’ll do my best, baby girl. Maybe you’ll need to potty train me,” I tease her. The peals of laughter could have only come from one place, and I have to admit she definitely got me good.
Outside of the initial what the fuck reaction, I’m not even angry. I will happily clean piss off the walls and the ceiling to see her eyes sparkle and her cheeks flush with happiness.
Tiny isn’t scared of me right now, she’s excited by the fact that she pranked and caught me with my pants down.
Little minx. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time she pulls something like this, and I appreciate the effort to get back at us. As Cerenity sashays down the hallway to the kitchen, I chuckle under my breath as I watch her ass bounce.
Touché, baby girl. Well done.
Gathering up the cleaning supplies, I scrub the bathroom and pull off the cling wrap. Fucking hell, I may not even have noticed the shine of it, because of the way she wrapped it. Disgusted and turned on by her diabolical genius, I finish up, closing the door to pull off my clothes and shower. The towels were miraculously still clean, escaping the rain of piss.
Snickering, I take a shower, sniffing the shampoo and carefully pouring some out onto my hand to see if she fucked with it. I love my blond hair, and it would totally be my luck if she fucked with the shower products.
Washing thoroughly, I breathe a sigh of relief as I dry off, checking the mirror to make sure Tiny didn’t catch me unawares again. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I leave the bathroom with my dirty clothes, walking to the living room for a new pair.
I managed to forget them all in an effort to get clean.
Cerenity is on her phone taking calls as she watches me walk into the room, and it’s so quiet in the apartment, I wonder where everyone went. Hiding my smirk, I drop the towel as I bend over to slowly look through the bags. I can feel her gaze on me as I move, my pierced cock beginning to grow with her attention.