3. Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Myles

I nspiration was sorely lacking today.

My computer screen glared at me, even brighter due to the blackout curtains around the room, casting me into an eternal pit of darkness. I thrived there, my pasty skin a perpetual indicator. Considering my tattoos stood out better against my parchment white canvas, I was doing myself a service by remaining indoors, like the gremlin I was. The outside wanted to kill me anyway.

I spun around in my computer chair, whirling around until I got a bit dizzy. Outdoors was where my dad had taken me on a camping trip, and we'd accidentally set our tent over a ground nest of bees, and then in the middle of the night, they'd attacked. Just swarms and swarms of bees trying to commit a camping massacre.

Move over, Hitchcock. Bees were the new Birds.

My stomach rumbled, but feeding myself was a fool's errand when I could starve until I devoured a loaf of bread and butter and a few apples like I was in a traveling D&D party.

The med bills were forming an angry stack on my desk, threatening to topple over because they kept accumulating. A while back, I'd started throwing money at them, but my fall had been costly, and my roommate flyer at Randy's hadn't landed any fish on my hook. Not even a sodden old boot. The idea of going the Craiglist route had me uneasy for personal safety reasons. I could always decorate the ad with trans flags and hope no haters applied, but you never knew.

I spun in my chair again, the room whirling around me. I'd been working on my latest story all morning, and chances were, no more words would come out of me today. The quiet of the house seeped into my bones like it occasionally did. Most often at night in bed or when I was taking a walk through town. I couldn't explain why walks made me lonely when tons of pedestrians surrounded me, but maybe that was the whole of it—a messload of people and zero connection.

The idea of dating daunted me though. I wanted to hide under a pile of blankets until I could safely come out of hibernation—which might be never. It wasn't as if I'd never dated, but the one long-term relationship I'd been in had ended disastrously, with my signed editions of Good Omens held hostage, and I didn't have the nerves for a casual anything. Either we didn't speak, or we were close enough to have arson pacts.

You know, those normal things you had with friends where you promised to burn down buildings together.

What I could do instead of dating or moping about being lonely was a surefire endorphin boost. An idea sparked into my head, and I hopped out of my seat and strode toward my bed.

I cracked open the giant leather chest that held my array of toys as well as my cocks. However, since I didn't have anyone to use them on, I was pretty much just fucking myself—literally.

Today I'd use one of my girthy cocks because I was in the mood to get filled while I played with my T-dick. Mmph, yes. I tugged out a thick, seven-inch rainbow cock that fit without having to do too much prep.

I snagged my lube, my Hitachi, and settled on the bed with my dildo and a bucketload of anticipation. Shedding my gray sweats and white tee only took a few seconds, and I settled in the center of my bed.

As I circled my hole with a finger, I closed my eyes. Far too easily, I could imagine my current crush, which just so happened to be the club hottie at Randy's. Not like we'd ever fucking spoken. If we did, I'd ruin the exchange with a case of dry mouth or awkward word vomit. But at least now I could pretend they were here with me, that they wanted to play with my hole.

I licked my finger to get some spit loosening the way before I pushed in, luxuriating in the feel. My T-dick was burning up with the need for touch, and it was only going to get worse until I gave it attention. Fuck, my sex drive got out of control some days, and even if I had a partner, I doubted they'd be able to keep up.

I pumped my finger with easy strokes, writhing on the sheets, loving the sensations rolling through me. The idea of getting pinned down or even doing the pinning down sent a pulse between my legs, and fuck, I wanted that too. But for now, I would take care of myself this way.

I pulled my finger out, squirted lube over the rainbow cock, and leveled it at my entrance. The tip rested at the ring of muscle, and I enjoyed the feel. If only I had a partner drawing this out as much as possible to torture me. They'd be looming over me, all glossy chestnut hair and clever eyes, a smirk on their lips. My throat bobbed with my swallow.

Mmm, yeah. The idea of Club Hottie from the diner was doing it for me. I tipped my head back as I slid the cock inside. Fuuuck. The initial breach took time, but I had coated it with lube and had a slutty enough hole to adjust with ease. The cock pushed in to the hilt, and I let out a gasp. They'd be leaning over me, pinning my arms down, and filling me up. I pumped the cock in and out, enjoying the slide that stretched my insides. Something about being filled worked for me, placed my head in the right space.

Fuck, the scraps of their voice I'd overheard didn't do them justice, but the musical laugh from the diner haunted my dreams. Their sensual words would curl around me, their lips brushing against my ear. My breaths sawed out of me faster as I fucked the dildo in a bit more and pushed it all the way back in. Once the cock was in place, I reached over for my trusty ol' Hitachi vibrator. My T-dick was pulsing with need, desperate for satisfaction.

One press of the button and my Hitachi buzzed to life, the thing loud as fuck in the quiet of the room. That was one way to break up the silence. The cock inside me had my whole body sweating, and not for the first time, I wished a partner was thrusting into me. Club Hottie would sink deep, alternating strokes until I was out of my mind with lust. I dragged the head of the Hitachi onto my T-dick, almost arcing up off the bed at the jolt of pleasure bursting through me.

I moved the Hitachi up and down slowly, my lashes fluttering at the intensity of the sensations rolling through me. This wouldn't be a long session for me, not with how the cock filled me to perfection. My whole body quivered as I bucked against the head of the Hitachi.

The obnoxiously loud jingle of Castlevania blared out from my phone on my dresser. Who the fuck was calling me? Normal humans texted. The pressure on my T-dick was cresting to a lovely, lovely place, and I didn't want to lose it.

But the annoying sound of the phone was a total orgasm killer.

Still pressing down with the Hitachi, I reached out with my other hand and swiped at the screen to end the incessant ringing.

Before I could draw my hand back, a "Hello" sounded from the phone.

Ice flooded through my veins.

Oh god, I'd answered it.

I dropped the Hitachi and shot up to a seated position, the dildo reminding me—oh hey!—it was still firmly lodged up my backside. The burst of pleasure didn't tamp down the adrenaline bolting through me as I scrambled to answer the phone, which was a weird fucking combination. My palms had broken into a sweat as I grappled with it, the person on the other line saying something I couldn't quite decipher.

I brought the phone up to my ear, my hand shaking. "Hello?"

Great, I sounded like a breathless slut, which I was, but rude.

"Sorry, did I get the wrong number? I was calling to ask about the room available."

Ah, shit.

I tried to straighten up in my spot as if that would somehow help with my composure, but it jostled the dildo in my ass again, and I choked back a moan.

"Are you okay?"

God, they probably thought I was insane.

"Uh, right number," I managed. "Sorry, I left my phone downstairs and had to run and get it."

"So, is the room still available? I saw the flyer at Randy's." Their voice was kinda hot, bright but with a sensuality I shouldn't be paying attention to, but maybe that was what happened when you answered the phone with a dildo up your ass.

"It is," I said. "When would you like to set up a time to see it?"

"Is there construction happening nearby?"

The Hitachi continued to rumble on my bed like a fucking jackhammer. I fumbled with the button to turn it off. Blessed silence followed. "No, no, that was…uh, squirrels."

"Squirrels?"

Did disbelief color their tone? Probably. I resisted the urge to slam my head against the bed. The movement would shift the cock up my ass, and I was getting enough reminders from any micromovements. My palms were pretty much drenched, and I was shocked the phone didn't slip from my hand.

"Yeah, they toss nuts onto the roof sometimes. It's not that disruptive though," I said, realizing I was talking them out of renting from me. My god. My veins bubbled with—adrenaline? Nerves? Exasperation with myself? Who knew? "So I can make room in my schedule whenever. My job is flexible."

"Oh, okay. What about tomorrow on my break? Does noon work?" they asked.

"Yeah, that absolutely does. Shit, sorry, I should've introduced myself. I'm Myles." Decorum was flying out the door, probably because I'd been interrupted midmasturbation. Granted, if I had a roommate, I'd need to be aware of when they were around so I wasn't "making nuts rain" at all hours.

"I'm Avery. Are you a regular at the diner?"

"Yeah," I said. "I spend far too often there, to the point I think Zo and Henry take pity on me."

"Hey, if Henry and Zo like you, you've got to be good people," Avery said, their sensual tone taking a flirty edge. Though that was most likely a masturbation hallucination. This phone call needed to end before I up and died of mortification.

"Right, so tomorrow," I said. "We can discuss everything then. Can I text this number the address?"

"Yep. I'll see you there, Myles." With that, they hung up the phone.

I sagged against my pillow, the movement sending another bolt of pleasure rippling up my spine. I didn't bother to hide my moan this time. Well, that was progress unless they took one look at me and ran screaming. Worst goddamn timing on the planet. Heat stained my cheeks at the interruption and my pitiful excuses.

Squirrels? Really?

Fuck my life.

Either way, I'd have the roommate information ready for them tomorrow. Right now, I had an orgasm to finish.

I clicked my Hitachi on, leaned back against the bed, and got to work.