Chapter 4

All I wanted was to grab a large half whole milk, half soy, caramel macchiato, with two extra shots of espresso, whipped cream, and cinnamon and chocolate sprinkles from my local coffee cart and then head home. Is that too fucking much to ask? Apparently yes, because now I have Henry talking at me, pissed I dared to have feelings about him cheating on me.

"…we weren't fucking exclusive, Tucker, and now I'm a fucking pariah around campus."

My eyebrows practically shoot off my face.

"You're mad at me that you can't get your dick wet? Fuck off with that shit, Henry."

Of course this selfish fucker would be mad at that. Like I'm meant to give a literal flaming turd that he can't go around hurting more people.

I know that Henry and I were never in love. The dude didn't break my heart. Just my ego, maybe? I dunno. What I do know is that I'd feel like this if anyone cheated on me. Icky feelings of not being good enough surface and I just really need Henry to piss off and leave me alone.

"I'm mad because it's a lie. I didn't cheat on you. I know I'm a shitty person, but I'm not a cheater." he says, voice low, stepping closer to me.

I want to laugh. Does he think he can intimidate me? I could bench press twice his weight with one hand.

Before I can tell him this, a new body slides in between us. I'd recognize that dark curly hair anywhere. The scent of his citrus body spray is calming as it washes over me.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Gio, and you must be Henry, Tucker's lying, cheating ex," Gio says, in a sickly sweet voice hinting at danger that would give Perry a run for his money.

Henry throws his hands in the air. "I didn't fucking cheat." He shouts. I'm not a fan of all the eyes, and some phones, we now have on us. "You know what, fuck this. You can go fuck yourself, Tucker."

"Don't worry, sweetie, he has me for that," Gio calls after Henry's retreating back.

Did Gio say what I thought he said?

"Don't get excited. We're not having sex," he says, in a low voice that goes straight to my cock. Poor thing doesn't understand words. "Grab your gay ass drink, and let"s get out of here."

I pop ten bucks into the tip jar with an apologetic look at the barista for all the fuss, grab my coffee, and follow Gio towards a nervous looking Lexi and a frowning Ryder.

"Lexi, can we hang out tomorrow before the game instead?" Lexi nods so quickly and ferociously at Gio that I won't be surprised if he gives himself a headache. "C'mon Tucker, let's go. Bye, guys."

I follow behind a fast-paced Gio. I've no clue where we are going but it's not a surprise that I would follow him anywhere. To the bedroom would be really nice. Oooooh, I wonder if I could trick him into going on a date with me? That sounds really fun actually. I could take him to a carnival and we could kiss on the ferris wheel.

I am so busy daydreaming about Gio that I don't notice him stopping right in front of me, and I walk straight into his back. Thank fuck for quick football reflexes. I manage to grab Gio and am pulling him to my chest without thinking about it.

Until he relaxes into me.

That makes my fucking day.

Sadly, it lasts less than a minute before Gio is pulling away. The look he gives me makes me want to hide, and, at the same time, makes my dick hard.

"What was that about?"

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

A look passes across his face, but it's gone before I can process it. "Were you thinking about Henry?"

"Nope, I was thinking about you." Gio rolls his eyes, but I don't miss the twitch of his lips. That I can process. The fucker likes me. Sure, it might be so deep down the Mariana trench can't even relate, but it's there.

"So where are we going?" I ask as he starts walking again. I fall into step beside him so I don't get distracted by his thicc ass.

"We're going to go to Target, buy a shit load of snacks, some fabric paint, and some plain totes bags."

"I'm down. Are you an artsy guy, Gio? I didn't know that about you. What else are you hiding from me?"

"I'm not artsy. Whenever I was angry or upset as a kid, my mom would put some paper and colored pencils in front of me and tell me to draw my feelings. She'd talk things through, but a lot of the time it was easier to get my feelings out with art."

"She sounds like a really cool mom"

"She's interfering and nosy, but yeah, she"s the best."

"So, what feelings do you need to get out?"

"It's not for me, Tucker. Henry just caused a scene and said some shitty stuff. You're going to paint your feelings away and turn them into something practical."

My heart gives a pathetic little thump. He cares about me. I swear to myself that I am going to make the best fucking tote bag ever and show him that all the feelings I'm interested in are centered around him.

"Another penis, Tucker? Seriously?" Gio snorts, shaking his head. Target was all out of plain totes, which is a travesty apparently. Gio nearly went full Kevin, on the poor sales staff when they checked out back and there were none. Who knew he was so passionate about tote bags?! We had to pivot, which is how we ended up on Gio's bedroom floor painting boxer briefs. I honestly think this is the better idea. Now we get to paint five things each instead of one.

"It makes total sense. These are where I keep my dick!"

Gio snorts a laugh. "That's like when my aunt bought me a Spiderman doll for my birthday and used Spiderman gift wrap. Talk about spoilers."

"So what you're saying is my dick is a gift. I love that for us." I smirk at his spluttering, indignant face. He is still gorgeous when his face goes red and blotchy, and his eyes bulge.

"I didn't…I mean…I-,"

"Don't worry sweetheart, I won't tell anyone I made you speechless," I wink at him before turning back to my underwear on the floor. "Maybe I should put these on and paint them? What if the paint looks weird when they're stretched? Do you mind if I change here?"

Calling him sweetheart and asking to get naked is really playing with fire. I guess that makes me an arsonist. Or it means that I'm going to get burnt.

I like him so fucking much. Maybe if I can't entice him with my winning personality, I can try my body. I have no shame. Anything that gets me my man.

Gio nods, and that's the green light I need.

I take off my clothes slowly, not too slow that he gets bored, but just enough to entice.

Gio gulps. Loudly.

I am so going to make him fall in love with me.

Once I'm down to my underwear, Gio looks away. I can't help pouting. My dick is my best asset. I slip my old boxers off and put my half-painted ones on.

"You're free to look. My best bits are all covered."

He looks at me, and I see the flair of lust before he tampers it down.

No. Stoke that sexy flame. Drool all over me.

Actually, that's kind of sexy. Gio's spit all over me as he sucks and kisses my entire body.

Fuck.

My dick perks up at those dirty thoughts. Who can blame me, it's hot as fuck.

"Tucker, why are you getting hard?" Gio asks, eyes fixated on my package.

"Do you want the truth, or should I make something up?

"Make something up. Please."

"Okay, I was thinking about painting my dick outline on these shorts."

His laugh feels like hot kisses along my spine. Adding that to my mental list of stuff I want to do with Gio when he accepts this chemistry between us.

"That's not a bad idea now I've said it. Show me your abs, please, I need to get fully hard."

I open my legs wide and arrange the underwear so they stretch nicely over my cock. It's still only semi-hard. I look back up at Gio. His smile has gone, his eyes are once again locked onto my dick. I make it twitch. A little sexy cock dance for my sexy sweetheart. Cock tango.

His stare does the trick, and moments later, I'm painting away.

"This feels fucking ace, man. You should definitely try it," I say after a few minutes of silence. I look up, and Gio's thick hard dick constrained in his pants catches my attention. And doesn't let it go.

I want to bounce on it. Suck it. Watch it explode as I fill Gio's ass with my cum.

"Tucker Evans, you are a menace," Gio says before getting up and promptly leaving the room.

I can't help but fucking grin.

That beautiful stabby man is going to be all mine one day soon.