Gay boy plays with rubber toys
Bedsprings Arc Pt. 04
Betises
The conclusion of the Bedsprings Arc
He s cheating on me.
Evan Fucking Rosier my boyfriend of–shit is it seriously five years now?–what seems like forever is cheating on me. I just know it.
It s not like he hasn t before and not just since my starving actor boyfriend Evan Roswell hit the silver screen and changed into international heartthrob Evan Rosier. He always flirts. Mostly with boys but he certainly makes exceptions. He can t resist a pretty face and I know he s slept with at least a handful of his flirtations. The first time I found out was the second time we broke up. It s a long story. We re a messed-up couple.
It s just that–even though I m always jealous he bores of them. Always within a week. A few days is unusual. With luck they won t even hold his attention more than a few hours.
But this is different. He s sneaking around keeping secrets making excuses. And it doesn t help he s been working late nights shooting some fucking vampire flick so we haven t had sex in a week except for a quickie in the closet right before he started sneaking around. I should make it clear that it s rare for us to go two hours without sex. After a week I m fucking insane with jealousy and my own libido. Normally he would be too but it seems he s found something that interests him more than me.
I am so fucking jealous. I m going to be sick.
I walk to the door of his dressing room and stop. I hear a high-pitched cough and then Evan s laughter loud and wide. I can taste my own jealousy cold and cloying like swampwater in the dead of winter thick and choking in the back of my throat. I knock.
Evan swears and I hear scuffling. Someone whines. Who the hell actually fucking whines?
It s probably Matty Evan s voice grumbles. Hold this. I ll get rid of him.
He opens the door. Matty. He steps through carefully closing the door behind him so that I can t get a glimpse inside. I glare.
You ll get rid of me? I echo fucking pissed.
Matty–
Who s in there?
No one. The smirk on his face is reckless challenging. We both know he s lying it s more than evident but he s stronger and faster than me. There s no way I m getting past him.
Rage tastes like a mouthful of vinegar and it s burning my throat. You fucking bastard. Go to Hell. I walk away.
Matty! He swears grabbing my arm before I m halfway down the hall. Matty he growls.
I glare angry and fucking hurt. Don t you fucking call me Matty.
He sighs forcing his voice gentler. We re shooting late again tonight. The next take is in fifteen minutes.
Break a leg I snap in full hope that he will.
But I will be home he finishes firmly. I m having Jerry drive you home. You re not taking a taxi when you re this upset.
I m letting him walk me out to the parking lot although I m not exactly docile about it. Jerry s his private limo driver. Of course I m fucking upset I rail. My boyfriend s cheating on me and actually thinks I m fucking stupid enough not to notice.
He opens the limo door and pushes me in. Jerry take him home.
Which one? Jerry asks.
The rented one. The flat. And keep an eye on him. He might try to run away.
Run away. Like I m a spoiled child. I am not your fucking pet I snarl you selfish fucking–
He cuts me off with a kiss. I ll explain tomorrow. Any question you have I ll answer it. Just wait home for me until tomorrow.
He closes the door on my retort.
I thank Jerry when he drops me off. You can go I say. I m not going to run away. He promised me an explanation. I can always leave him tomorrow. Not like I haven t done it before. I lock the door and collapse on the bed starting to cry. Fucking crying like a little girl.
I wake up with him on top of me. His arms are around my waist so only his head and upper torso rests on me. He s fast asleep. He likes to keep it cold in the apartment because then I ll let him cuddle me. He knows I wouldn t let him otherwise.
I squirm attempting escape and he wakes nuzzling my neck. I hate being nuzzled.
Morning sweetcheeks he whispers.
I shove at him. Get off me.
He kisses the side of my neck. No.
I ve gotta piss. Get off.
He sighs and lets me up. When I come out of the bathroom he s already in the kitchen making us breakfast. Ass-naked.
Can t you put some fucking clothes on? I glower. You ll contaminate the eggs.
You could take yours off he offers.
You promised an explanation I remind him.
After breakfast.
I m not hungry.
He looks at me with a sigh. Matty would you relax? Can t you trust me even a little?
How can I trust you? You cheat on me all the time.
Matty we ve discussed this.
This isn t like other times! You re keeping secrets making excuses lying to me–I want to know who was with you yesterday.
The doorbell rings.
Jesus Matty he says. Didn t you even remember it s your birthday?
I freeze. What?
Fuck. I didn t. I completely forgot my own birthday. I scramble for the door. Pat s there Evan s stage manager holding a little brown puppy with a big red bow around its neck. It looks at me and whines confused. Pat puts it into my hands. Happy birthday Matt.
I am not about to melt. Evan puts his arms around me from behind ruffles the puppy s ears. Is that a good enough explanation?
I lean into him because the jumble of relief happiness and affection rushing in to take the place of the hurt and anger is overwhelming.
The puppy yips and licks my nose. I have completely fucking melted into Evan s arms.
Excuse us he says to Pat. I can hear the smirk in his voice. We need to go have birthday sex now.
He closes the door. I m still melted playing with the puppy s little paws.
Breakfast is getting cold he reminds me.
I set the puppy down and let him scamper around our feet as we eat.
Matty.
I look up watching the puppy a bite of bacon halfway to my mouth. I ve probably even got a stupid grin. Evan s still ass-naked. My grin widens.
Stop staring at the dog and eat or I m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you off to be properly fucked and you can just go hungry.
He s cute I say eating faster.
Evan snorts. You re both cute. It s disgusting.
I stop. You did not just fucking call me cute.
What if I did?
I ll deny you sex.
He starts laughing. I d like to see you try.
I gulp the rest of my juice and stand. Let s go.
He smirks and grabs me by the waist shaking a finger at the dog. You be good while Mommy and Daddy are busy.
Oh fuck you I say but it s harder to speak with his hand down my boxers. I am not Mommy .
Yes you are he says pulling off my shirt and stopping only to kiss me before pulling me into the shower. You really are.
We re kissing again as we hit the shower wall. I barely notice when he turns on the water. Evan Fucking Rosier is incredibly good with his tongue and I can t notice a thing else when it s in my mouth. He gropes me and I moan into his mouth. Okay so I noticed that.
I love a good kiss. He s feeling affectionate so he makes it sweet and deep ravishing my mouth with a languid sort of dominance. It s fucking good but I know that it isn t going to last long because his grip on me is getting tighter and I can feel his cock hard against my hip. One of his hands slides down my ass spreading my cheeks and massaging my arsehole with one finger. That makes me shudder but I m not about to break the kiss.
We ve got one of those showerheads on a hose–I m sure there s some name for those–that can be moved around and I m so distracted by the kiss that it s a complete shock when he sprays it across my exposed ass. My arsehole is very fucking sensitive. I yelp and almost fall. He presses me tighter against him so that I don t. He s laughing. I start swearing at him at least until he does it again and I have to gasp clutching at him. Evan.
He laughs spraying down my hair. What? It s fun. I like making you squirm.
I glare at him but relent in time for another kiss. My hand wraps around his cock. The only way to get him to stop teasing me is to make him want it so bad he can t think. He purrs in approval.
Here. He puts the nozzle into my hand. I grin directing the water so that it sprays over both our erections and he grinds them together with a possesive growl. I can feel he s grabbed the lube because he glides a finger into me coating my entrance.
Do you want me to turn? I pant. I want it now.
No. He puts down the bottle of lube. Grabs my hips and hoists me up against the wall. I obediently wrap both legs around his waist. For a moment he meets my eyes with a smirk then thrusts into me.
I arch my back with a shudder enjoying the way his breath hitches for a moment when he enters me.
My Matty tight-assed as ever he mutters.
Wouldn t be a problem for someone with a normal fucking cock I retort. His is huge. Obscene. And he doesn t even have the decency to be gentle with it.
You wouldn t be satisfied with anything less.
Now is hardly the time for conversation. I tell him so squirming in hopes that he ll stop smirking at me and actually start to thrust.
Didn t you say something about denying me sex? He s smirking teasing mercilessly with a sweet nuzzle to my jawline like we re not both going insane because of how he s buried to the hilt in my ass.
I start swearing. Don t you dare fucking tease me now you smarmy mother-fucking bastard fuck me!
Don t you mean smarmy brother-in-law fucking bastard?
I hate you I growl. He smirks pulls out and rams back into me hard. I whine trying to remember to breathe but I pick up the pace quickly riding him. Remembering I m still holding the shower nozzle I move it so the water hits my prick because it feels fucking good.
We ve both been needing so he comes sooner than usual. I love the way he orgasms because they re long and powerful so he doesn t stop thrusting for even a moment while he s cock s pumping into me filling me with his seed. I ride it out shuddering and hit my own orgasm near the end of his yelling with my legs wrapped tight around his waist.
He laughs at he recovers kissing me. You needed that didn t you?
Fuck yes I reply letting him pull out.
He smirks and grabs the soap starting to clean me off in between a few sweet lingering after-sex kisses.
What re you going to call him? He s cuddling me again and I don t even mind.
Bedsprings I say after a moment.
He s confused. Bedsprings?
Don t ask. I grin leaning up to give him a kiss laughing.