Chapter 7

seven

FLYING MONKEYS UP MY BUTT

The window is clear, empty, and still. It’s time to get up and get some food. After spending the day lying on my side, watching and waiting, hoping Sweetie would come back, I’ve given up. And it’s now cold in here. And dark.

Easing off the bed, I search through my kitchen cabinets and find some Ramen noodles. When I dig around in my sweatpants for my phone, I can’t find it. Which probably means… I left it at Briggs’s place. I don’t want to see him or Caitlyn.

And I don’t want to think about why.

No, I do. Because it’s just another reminder that I can’t keep things. That I’m unwanted. Replaceable. Second best.

Like picking an old wound, I have to remind myself of the pain. So I don’t fall into thinking I deserve something more. Mason never wins and it’s stupid to think I would.

When I finish cooking my noodles and take them into the living area to sit in front of the TV, a knock at the door interrupts my first bite. A heavy breath leaves my chest. If it’s Caitlyn, I don’t even want to see her. But she rarely comes over here, so maybe it’s not.

Walking over slowly, I push the sleeves of my hoodie up my arms and look through the peephole. It’s Briggs. I try to ignore the flutters that erupt in my belly at the sight of him looking all tall, broad shouldered, and handsome. Perfect hair and skin. It’s irritating.

Opening the door with a deep breath, I stand in front of the path inside and cross my arms.

His slight smile drops at the sight of me, but he holds up my phone. “Hey! Um, you left this at my place. Caitlyn told me your address, and I told her I’d stop by to give it to you.”

Reaching across the divide, I grab it with a muttered, “Thanks.”

An awkward silence blankets us, and he peeks behind me. “Can I come in? Or do you have someone here?”

Briggs wants to come into my place? My dank, white, bare, immature space? God, he’ll probably never want to come back once he’s inside.

Taking a tentative step forward, his brow furrows. “Well… can I?”

“Um, yeah.”

As he brushes past me, his broad shoulder rubs against my chest. Oddly, at the tickling sensation, my dick twitches in my boxers. I stay frozen, holding the door until he turns around after giving a cursory glance at my living room.

“Was I interrupting something?” he asks cautiously.

“No.” I shut the door and point to the lone couch, and he follows me to it. Plopping down, I resume my meal and he sits next to me, his knee almost touching mine. “What’s up?” I ask while chewing.

Some of his blonde locks fall in his face as he twists to look at me, but he pushes them back with his palm. “Mason, I-I didn’t just want to drop off your phone. Uh…” Clearing his throat, he continues. “I wanted to apologize for this morning. Again, I asked if you were okay, but I shouldn’t have, um… did, you know, that… without talking to you first.” As if he’s getting off on the memory, he slyly adjusts himself in his jeans.

With a shrug, I tell him, “Was okay. I’m fine.”

“Oh. Alright. Fine… If you ever, um. Hmm. If you ever don’t want to do something, will you tell me? Like, maybe say red or something. And I’ll stop.”

A little snort surges through my nose. “You want me to use a safe word?”

“Yeah, I do.” His tone is solemn, mouth forming a tight line. That must mean he wants to keep doing whatever it is we’re doing. And just the thought of doing something again, of him so close to me and adjusting himself, makes the blood in my dick pulse harder.

Finishing my bowl, I push it back and lean against the cushions. He mimics my movement while still watching my face for an answer. Tossing his arms across the back of the couch, he raises his eyebrows.

My tongue escapes to wet my lips. “Okay. I’ll say red. Or stop. Or something. I’ll tell you.” As I lift my eyes and meet his gaze, it almost takes the breath out of me. He looks so serious, so sincere.

With a little nod, he breaks his eye contact and looks over to the open bedroom door. One eyebrow dips as he asks, “You have a bird?”

Sadness fills me, and it’s hard to say it, but I do. “I did.”

His fingers brush against the top of my shoulder gently. “What happened?”

“I was a fucking idiot and left the cage door open and the window, I think. Anyway, she flew away.”

“What kind of bird?”

“A canary.”

“Oh. Have you tried leaving the window open⁠—”

Rolling my eyes, I interrupt him. “Yes.”

Pausing for a moment, he studies my expression and carefully asks, “And setting its favorite food on the sill?”

“Her… but no. Huh.” Standing, I go to the kitchen and grab her seeds out of the cabinet. In a moment, Briggs follows and grabs an old banana and apple off the counter.

“Here. She’ll like these best. Got a cutting board?” Opening the cabinet above his head, I hand it to him. He grabs a knife from the block and starts cutting up the fruit into little pieces. “What’s her name?”

Leaning a hip against the door frame, I watch his forearms twitch as he chops up a little pile of dinner for my bird. “Sweetie.”

A flash of a smile comes across his face. “I like that.” Stacking all the pieces, he takes some of the seed and piles it on top, then looks at me. “We’ll get her back, Mason. Come on…” Passing me, he leads us into my bedroom.

Having such a brute force in here feels weird. Like I should have cleaned up and made it smell nice and done some push-ups first or something. At the windowsill, he lines up the fruit and seeds, then kneels by the window, scanning the night sky.

“She may not come back until morning… But hopefully this will work.” He glances up at me, and a weird zing ripples across my skin.

“Thanks, Briggs.”

“Yeah, no problem.” As if he’s going to stay all night waiting, he backs up and sits on my bed, his face still focused on something unseen outside. “It’s pretty cold with this window open, though. Chilly tonight.” Scooting his butt over, he makes some room, as if inviting me to sit without asking. I take the hint and do, keeping my head locked where he’s looking. “You’re from around here, right? Xavier’s cousin?”

My chest feels tight at the mention of Xavier. Maybe Briggs is trying to get close to him. “Yeah. Xavier’s my cousin… You want to hang out with him or something?”

Swiveling his head to me, he says, “No. No, I know Xavier. He’s in my classes. He’s cool and all, but… No, I like hanging with you.”

“You do?”

He tosses a hand behind his head, scratching his hair as he slowly says, “Mason, um, I⁠—”

A loud knock on the door makes his lips snap shut. We both stare at each other, frozen.

His broad chest rises rapidly when we hear a loud, “Maaaaaasooooonnnn!”

“Caitlyn,” I say, then mosey to the front door. When I catch some movement from my periphery, my pulse rate spikes, and Briggs moves back to the couch. Like we were doing something we shouldn’t be doing and he’s hiding it. Opening the door, she waltzes in and gives me a little peck on my cheek.

“Ugh! Where did you go this morning? Briggs is driving me crazy.” Her steps halt when she spots him, and he grimaces back. “Oh… He’s here.”

“Yeah, I left my phone at his place.” Closing the door, I wander into the living room where the two eye each other for a moment. This feels like I’m getting in the way of a new couple or am in the backseat of the car while my parents fight.

“Hey,” he says, then stretches back against the seat cushions. He’s obviously not going to leave. Caitlyn crosses her arms and gives him a nod.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. I was hoping to use this.” Rifling through her bag, she pulls out a strap-on dildo.

Blowing out a breath through pursed lips, I eye it carefully. “Uh…”

She pats it into an open palm, smacking it loudly, and gives me a smile. “Thought we could have fun. I know you’re dying for mommy to stick it in your ass, little boy.”

Swallowing, I dart a glance to Briggs, whose blue eyes pierce my face. “Uh, yeah.” Does she mean with Briggs there? Or…

“Let’s go.” Briggs stands and slides an arm around her waist. She lets him and he guides her into my bedroom with a hand on the small of her back. Turning his head, he asks, “You coming, twister?”

Hurrying, I skip a couple of steps to catch up with them. Briggs twists Caitlyn around in front of him and latches onto her lips, but his eyes are still open and find me standing near the foot of the bed. Narrowing his lids, he slips his tongue in her mouth while gazing at me until my dick starts throbbing in my pants. When I reach a hand down to grasp it, Briggs’s eyes follow the motion and his shoulders tense. I stroke myself through the soft fabric a few times, watching him kiss her.

Caitlyn raises her hands to his pecs and shoves him back slightly. “Let me breathe!” She turns to grab the dildo, and he smacks her ass until she jumps and screams. “Ouch, Briggs! Too hard.”

Biting his lower lip, he nods to me. “Twister, let her suck you off. Get you ready for that little fake dick in your ass.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I think Caitlyn has sucked me off before. Maybe. Yeah, for sure, like twice. Tossing my clothes in the corner of the room with the rest of the pile, I trust fall onto my bed. Caitlyn rolls her eyes and climbs on top between my legs and gives me her sexiest look, then licks the head of my cock.

“Fuck, yeah.” Bending my arms behind my head, I settle in for a good show. Briggs undresses behind her and strokes his cock, monitoring us with some lingering heat in his eyes.

Walking around the bed, he climbs onto the mattress and kneels next to my head. His big dick sits in front of my lips, and I glance up at him. Instead of the stern daddy expression, he seems expectant and hopeful. Licking the tip, I get a taste of his pre-cum in my mouth and savor it. His head drops back as a groan rumbles through his chest. When I take him inside my wet mouth, his fingers find their way through my black hair, stroking it gently. Then his eyes latch onto mine.

“Okay, I wanted to peg you, not have you getting sucked all night,” Caitlyn says, sitting back. She suits up with the belts and attaches the dildo to it, and I reluctantly let go of Briggs’s dick as he slides behind her.

“No. More lube than that, Caitlyn. Here. Mason, you got any lube?” He holds out his palm while I open the nightstand drawer and toss him the bottle. Opening it, he coats her plastic cock, stroking the length while catching a glance at me. “There. That will be more comfortable. Now…” Squeezing some more liquid all over his hand, he clutches Caitlyn by the shoulder and has her step aside, then gets between my legs. “Spread your thighs more, little boy. Let daddy get that ass ready.”

Just the gruffness of his voice makes me shiver, but I obey. Opening my hips as wide as I can, I grab my knees and wet my bottom lip. My stomach does somersaults as Briggs sets one palm on my shin and the other dips to my tight hole. Twisting, he starts pushing one in while studying my face. “No, don’t hold your breath. Take a deep one and relax. Let me inside.”

I do, but close my eyes when he adds a second, only because it’s one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. When he adds a third, I squeal. “Wait… Oh my god. That… that… Yes. Keep going.” My chest tightens with every thrust of his fingers, and he leans over me, working me with his hand. Just when I think I’m going to come, he pulls out suddenly, and I whimper in frustration.

“My turn!” Caitlyn says, then lines up and guides the head of the dildo against my hole. It’s cold and hard but starts to feel better once she pushes inside. “You like mommy’s dick in your ass?” Shoving in more, she almost fills me, and I grab my cock, so I don’t spill everywhere. The sensation is too intense, but I want more.

“Yeah,” comes out on an exhale.

“Say it. Say how much you love your mommy’s dick in your ass.”

Moaning sounds I’ve never made before, I yell out, “I love dick in my ass!” Fuck, and I do. This is the best sensation I’ve ever had. Why had I not let her try before?

And just as the orgasm rises through my body, it stops as she pauses her movements.

Briggs gets behind her, and places his hands on her hips, then stuffs his cock inside her pussy. She yelps, but pushes back against him. “Keep fucking our boy,” he instructs her with his bass voice. Her breasts dangle near my face as she leans over me, working herself forward and back. Taking him fully and making me do the same.

Sliding around her hip, Briggs’s hand reaches down and grips my cock, and when he does, I know I can’t stop the eruption. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

His eyes meet mine as he thrusts inside of Caitlyn, and he works his hips and hand like she isn’t even there. It’s just him and I. “Come for me, little boy. I wanna see you come with this dick in your ass. Show me how much you love it.”

And I do. Arching my back, I yell so loud, the headboard rattles as I spurt all over his hand, throbbing in his tight embrace, hot cum falling over his fingers and onto my abs. Caitlyn follows with a moan, as does Briggs, his eyes not even shutting as they hold on to my face.

As he slips out of Caitlyn, I expect one of them to tell me to clean her up. But he just asks, “You got a bathroom around here?”

Leaning up on my elbows, I point. “Yeah, through there.”

Caitlyn pulls out of me and silently gets dressed.

My abs are covered in cum, and I’m a sticky mess, but all I can think about is doing it all over again. “Are you staying?” I ask her.

“No. I gotta go. Got class tomorrow. Don’t you go to class anymore?”

Falling back on the pillows, I ignore her. Hard steps echo through the hall until the front door slams. A cotton cloth hits my bare belly, making me jolt up to a sit.

“Got you a towel. She leave?” Briggs asks, his thick cock hanging heavy between his legs.

“Yeah.” Bending, he pulls on his boxer briefs and jeans.

I should ask him to stay. But all I ask is, “You leaving?”

When he pulls his sweater over his head, he pushes his hair back in place and pauses. As if it’s a chore, he answers me. “Uh, yeah.”

After I wipe myself off, he goes to the door, then drums on the frame with his fingers. “Um, you want to come over tomorrow afternoon and I’ll give you a book on canaries? It was my dad’s.”

My entire body relaxes as my heart soars. This morning, I was crying on my bed for an entirely different reason. Now, tears almost form in my eyes at his suggestion. “Yes. Yeah, I’ll definitely come over.”

His thick lips spread into a wide grin. “Okay, see you, Mason.” The way he says my name makes me want to memorize it to replay it later.

When I shut the door for the night, I slump against it, then squat until my ass hits the floor. My eyes squeeze closed as I rest my head back.

I think I’ve known it all along. It’s been there my whole life and now settles inside me until the wet drops escape out of the sides of my eyes and onto my cheeks. Sadness evades me, replaced with acceptance. Deep in my soul, I understand it now. Everything calms, and I feel quiet, assured.

I’m gay.

And I am so into Briggs.