Page 29 of Embriagado

My chest rose and fell with my heavy breaths, and I opened my eyes to look down at the shower floor. With the water still running, any traces of my cum were quickly washed down the drain, almost like nothing had ever happened. I was still high from my climax, but not wanting to finish up all the hot water, I quickly finished up and got out.

Jerking off while thinking about my boss sure wasn’t a good idea, but when did I ever have one of those? And what could I say, Ariyan was a real tease, and watching him every day left me horny and pent-up like a lame-ass teen. Honestly, I got more ass back then than I did nowadays. Sad to admit, but it had been a while since I’d gotten laid, and ever since Ariyan walked into my life, I was set on him and him alone. It was like I’d been possessed or some shit, but I craved him like a starved man. Was he even gay? There were times I was sure he was flirting with me, but on others, he was just being nice. He was so smooth with everyone that it made me second-guess myself. And having hearts for eyes whenever he glanced my way didn’t make it easier. At this point, he was nothing but a shiny trophy I wanted all to myself.

With a sigh, I wrapped a towel around my waist and got out of the bathroom, a fog of steam following me on my way to the kitchen to grab a drink. Opening the fridge, I looked inside. To no surprise, Nacio and Tess had raided my shit, leaving me with a lame-ass bottle of lemonade soda. Taking the bottle out, I kicked the fridge door closed while checking the label. Seriously, who the fuck bought this?

The sound of the door opening cut my train of thought, and I looked up to see Gabriel.

He froze in the doorway, his hand still gripping the handle while his eyes slipped down to my naked torso. He visibly swallowed, his tawny cheeks taking on a deeper shade of red before he shook out of it and met my amused stare.

“H-hey,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

“Sup?”

Finally moving from the doorway, he got into the kitchen. “Má wanted you to have this,” he said in Spanish, lifting up the plate he was carrying.

Opening the bottle’s cap, I tossed it into the sink. “You could have sent it back with Nacio,” I said after taking a sip.

He pressed his lips together, lips I knew all too well, before placing the plate down on the counter.

“Nacio said you got a new job.”

“I did.”

“That’s nice.”

“Looks like you got one too.” I took a sip when he glanced down at his uniform.

A silence so intense accompanied my words that I could hear the drops of water dripping from me down to the floor, until he spoke.

“I came over the other day, but you weren’t here.”

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, not caring for this small talk. “Like you said, I got a new job and all.”

Crossing his arms, he smoothed a hand over his stubbled jaw.

“I thought we could talk.”

I snorted in response, and he scowled.

“What’s funny?”

Finishing up my drink, I placed the empty bottle on the counter, then looked at him. “We didn’t work before you went blue, Gabriel. Ain’t no way we’d work now.”

The muscle in his chiseled jaw twitched, same way it always did when he tried holding back his words. How did I know this? Because we’d been together for years. As together as we could have been with him being in the closet. Not that I cared about that. He was a good guy, hot as fuck, and fun to be around, but I never loved him enough. He knew it, I knew it, and that was why I believed he was finally over me. But then, hurt crossed his pretty brown eyes, so I guess he wasn’t.

“Why?”

“Why?” I leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. “I don’t know. Guess we want different things.”

“I only ever wanted you,” he said, voice accusing. “You’re the one who kept looking at other men.”

“You mean, fucked?”

He tore his eyes away from me, and I knew I’d hurt him. Same way I always did.

“At least don’t sound so proud of it.”

“What do you want me to say, Gabe? It’s been years, and we both know you could do much better.”