Page 37 of Buddy System

I’m a nervous wreck as I drive and have to tell myself repeatedly not to speed. Levi’s tense words repeat in my head over and over, “Come home, Brooke. I need you. Skyler’s been arrested!”

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Skyler

As soon asBrooke left the house, I felt the lack of her energy. Levi seemed to be doing fine emotionally, but there was a missing spark. Honestly, this didn’t surprise me. She is a force of nature, and without her, we’re just a couple of dudes. Sure, we’re crazy about each other, but just as I suspected, we need Brooke to make this a complete relationship. Levi has been affectionate; I couldn’t fault him there. But I’m sure that wherever we fit on the LGBTQ+ spectrum, it’s not as purely homosexual men. We must be bi or pan or whatever defines men who are into each other but also need our woman to flourish.

We exchanged a few friendly kisses and some naked nighttime snuggling for the first couple of days of Brooke’s trip. It definitely feels good sleeping with Levi, and I love his big warm presence in the bed. But I didn’t feel any huge desire to fuck or be fucked by him. Don’t get me wrong—I loved what we did with Brooke, and getting my ass plowed by Levi was amazing, but I was also balls-deep in his gorgeous wife’s pussy at the time.

Okay, I’ll admit to jacking off in the shower, but it was only to get rid of morning wood. And sure, I thought about the two of them when I was doing it, but I didn’t have to rub one out just because of Levi.

But on the third day, I was feeling more of a need. Maybe it’s because that morning he woke up squashed against me with a huge boner poking my butt. I rolled over to face him, and he kissed me like he meant it this time. He grasped our dicks and began rubbing up and down on both of them together. It felt so good I had to let out a long moan. This was way better than doing it myself in the shower. I clasped his hand, and together we jacked us off simultaneously while rubbing our boners against each other. I’d never felt anything like it, and before long, we were both spilling all over ourselves, making a big, sticky mess. When we were finished, we both burst out laughing.

“We need to change the sheets,” he told me.

“Totally worth it. Where’d you learn to do that?” I asked.

“I never learned it anywhere. I think it was just instinct.” He gave me a goofy grin. “I liked it a lot.”

So now, on day four of our bachelor life together, we’re becoming a little more adventurous. And by that, I mean we’re sucking each other off in the classic sixty-nine position. I wonder what Brooke would think of this. Knowing her, I bet she’d love seeing us do it.

On the fifth day of Brooke’s absence, we both slept late because Levi had an appointment last night with Buford Wallace at his bar. I thought he was just going to meet some musicians and talk about maybe working with them, but when he finally wandered in at three in the morning, he told me he’d listened to them play, and when the bar closed, he jammed with them until they were too tired to play anymore. He hadn’t been drinking, but he was high on the excitement of a new adventure. It was great to see him like that. He’s agreed to play a bunch of gigswith them. I’m sorry I didn’t go with him, but I didn’t think it was going to be anything other than talking.

I used my solo hours productively, however. I painted up in the studio until I could barely lift a brush. My shoulder is burning this morning, so a good BJ sounded way better than using my right hand and arm to do anything strenuous. It turns out I’m pretty good at giving left-handed blowies. Anyway, I thought we needed to celebrate. So here we are sucking the daylights out of each other, and man is it feeling good. We blow our loads at almost the same time, and this time I’m not afraid to swallow his cum. It tastes…eh…okay. But I know he likes that I’m doing it because he’s doing the same for me, and I feel this great sense of belonging to him when he does it. My God, I love this man.

We spend a few minutes relaxing, and he laughs softly. “Much neater this way, and we don’t have more laundry to do.”

I snort back at him. “Yeah.” We’re a couple of romantic beasts with each other, obviously.

I know we need showers, but the need for coffee and food outweighs that issue, so I grab the shorts I was wearing last night off the floor and toss them on, saying, “I’ll meet you in the kitchen. My stomach is starting to eat itself, and I don’t want another headache. I’ll start the coffee.” I should have set up the coffee pot last night, but I was too engrossed in my painting. “I don’t know about you, but I’m still exhausted.” Levi chuckles and nods at me.

Levi must have taken a quick shower because he shows up with dripping hair and wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans. He’s beautiful, and I relish the sight of him. I get the urge to lick him, but I have to eat. Food.

We’re on our second cup of joe and almost finished with our eggs, bacon, and cinnamon rolls when we hear a knock on the door.

“What a nice change from people barging in. I’ll get it,” Levi says. “Finish your breakfast.” He limps away—but just a little—with no cane, and I realize how much better he’s moving after only one visit to my PT guy. The exercises he’s been doing seem to help a lot too, or maybe it’s also partly due to his positive outlook on life now. I hope so.

I hear a deep, familiar voice ask for me. Levi sounds puzzled as he says, “Uh, sure. Come on in. You can have some coffee with us. He’s in the kitchen.”

Heavy booted footsteps follow Levi’s nearly silent barefoot ones into the room, and I’m as shocked as shit to see Deputy Sheriff Blake Ogden’s gloomy expression as they join me. He’s worked in the Hollow now for about three or four years, as I recall. He’s a nice guy, and I’ve only had friendly interactions with him. We’ve even had a beer or two together.

When Levi goes to grab a mug, Blake tells him, “No thanks. I’m here on official business.”

Huh?

“Mr. Colfax, may I ask your whereabouts last night between the hours of ten and one?”

I blink at him in confusion and answer, “I was here at home, Blake. What’s going on?” Why isn’t he calling me Skyler like he always has in the past?

“Is there anyone who can vouch for that?”

Levi speaks up. “I know he was here.”

“Were you here too, Mr.…?”

“This is my buddy Sergeant Levi Spencer,” I tell him. Maybe using his military title will sound more official or some shit. Blake is former military himself.

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