Page 83 of Flipping the Script

“Why am I not surprised.” He tucked himself away and did up his pants.

“That I like being a shit-disturber?” I carefully pulled off the condom and tied the end. “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

He took the condom from me and crossed to the other side of the room to toss it in what I assumed was a garbage can.

A strange silence fell over us as I put my dick away and did up my pants. It wasn’t uncomfortable or strained, but there was a weird energy between us that I couldn’t quite place.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, Sebastian.” He shot me a smirk-smile that didn’t get my hackles up like usual. “You didn’t hurt me with your monster dick.”

“So, I’ve got talent, not just talons?” I went back to his earlier statement. “And we’re talking about dick talent, right? I think I need to hear more about my many talents. You know, for science or whatever.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You say this like it’s a new thing.”

This type of sniping wasn’t normal for us either. There was no bite to our words, no underlying snark. It was teasing and familiar. Comfortable. Like slipping on your favorite sweater, or how my sister described the feeling of taking her bra off after a long day.

My eyes were drawn to the mess on the desk.

“Wait.” I shook my head, only then putting two and two together. “Did you come hands-free?”

This time his smirk was full of his usual arrogance. “You just noticed?”

“I was too busy rocking your world and making you come hands-free to notice until now,” I said automatically, my mindstill stuck on the fact that it had happened. “Is that normal for you?”

Slowly, he shook his head, his smirk melting into a satisfied grin.

“Damn.” I sort of slow blinked at him. “Wow.”

I’d never had any of my partners come just from fucking. I’d never explicitly tried before, but I hadn’t tried with Jesse, and it happened.

“Go ahead.” He made a “tell me more” motion with his hand.

“What?”

“Say something annoying. Gloat about your magic dick.”

“Don’t have to.” I shot him a grin. “You just did it for me when you called my dick magical.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Nope.”

Another weird silence fell over us.

“We should have thought this out better,” Jesse said eventually.

“What do you mean?”

He pointed to my chest, then my face. “You look like you either just finished fighting or fucking.”

“Same with you. But considering it’s us, people will just assume we were fighting.”

“Yeah. Probably.” He looked down at himself. “How bad is it?”

“Not too bad,” I said honestly. “Fix your shirt and your hair, and you’ll be presentable.”

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