“Come ‘ere. Come..come here.”
He walks over to me but doesn’t kiss me. I put an arm over his shoulder. “What are you doing here in your underwear at 6:30 in the morning?”
“I miss your penis.”
“Have you slept?”
“No.”
“You’re not on the drugs again are you?”
He snorts. “No…I just…can’t sleep, you know. Keep thinking about it. They say when you quit drugs, when you quit smoking, you have to substitute it for something else. I realized, you know, halfway over here…I thought that’s why I wanted your cock, you know, oral fixation? Cause I have this crazy urge to suck you…” he rambles, still not looking at me. I let him think and after a bit he continues.
“I just realized it was the other way around, you know? Cause I wouldn’t let myself have you, so I just propped myself up with the drugs. It’s gone now and those feelings they’re still there. Just CJ I miss you… I miss you naked, the way you feel on top of me, the way you fill up my hand, the taste of you on your fingers. Take me to bed, CJ…please…”
I cup his face in my palm, “Don’t mistake being horny for being in love, Jack.”
“I can’t tell the difference,” he sighs.
I nuzzle him, I can smell the sleep on his skin. “What do you plan to do when you’ve come, and the feeling is over, and you feel sticky and embarrassed and wanting a cigarette hm? Will you just take my cum and leave?”
Jack’s head is still tilted down, like a guilty puppy, but he is looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t make me leave. Everything in my apartment smells like pot and drugs.”
“You really want my penis?”
“…and your balls… I liked to play them in my hand, when you’re half asleep.”
We both look up as my roommate walks in the kitchen and pauses dead in her tracks. She’s wearing a bathrobe, hair all frizzy, a big owlish look on her face. “Um, am I interrupting something?”
“Oh nothing, Sarah…we were just uh, going to bed. Don’t mind us.”
In my ear, I hear Jack heave a huge sigh of relief. “Yeah, sorry…don’t mind us.”
He pulls me off the counter and we escape to my room.