Page 60 of Breaking You Open

“You like fucking me?”

“Yeah, I love fucking you. Your hole is the best I’ve ever felt. So tight and warm.” I clutch his waist and drag my fingers up the mess on his stomach. “And your cum…” I bring my hand to my lips and lick, groaning at the taste. “The sweetest.”

He whimpers, and I almost think he’s about to get hard again, but then he lets out a deep, shuddering breath as his body relaxes further. I make a move to pull out of him, but his hand flies to my hip.

“No, don’t. Stay with me.”

“Okay, sweet boy. I’ll stay with you.”

I pull the covers back over us, and we fall asleep just like that, with my arm slung tightly and possessively around his waist. Sometimes he wakes me up by clenching his ass around me, and I lazily thrust into him a few times, mostly for his sake, so he can go back asleep feeling safe. So he can know I’m still with him, still inside him.

When we finally get ourselves out of bed, I order us takeout to avoid going to the store, and we eat as usual in front of the TV.

Sparrow points and laughs excitedly at the events on the screen. I’ve started to let go of my inherent stiffness to instead show my own reactions as well. One time, I laugh out loud at a funny movie. Sparrow quiets and stares up at me, and his smile is bright enough to light up the world.

We laugh, we rest, we fuck, we eat, and everything we do, we do together. A month ago, I was used to doing everything by myself, and I liked it that way, but I must admit it’s nice to have someone to share my life with. More than nice. I find that the more I hang out with Sparrow, the less I want to hang out with anyone else. Other than Ravi—who’s all right, I suppose—I’d be totally fine with just having Sparrow by my side. Humanity as a whole can succumb to some terrible fate, and as long as I have him, I won’t be fazed. The fewer people on this earth, the fewer people to harm him. The fewer people to tear him away from me.

We haven’t talked much about the break-in. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know what to say. He seems like he’s doing all right, though, despite the circumstances.

One early morning, we get an unannounced guest. Sparrow is still asleep, so I make sure to close the bedroom door to allow him some peace and quiet. Not that it will help much, as the guest turns out to be none other than Ravi.

He barges into the apartment, looking furious. “When the fuck were you gonna tell me what happened?”

“I thought Maurice would tell you.”

“Well, he hasn’t!” Ravi snaps, throwing his hands up. “And even if he had, maybe I’d prefer to hear it from the source. We’re supposed to be friends, you know.”

“Quiet down, will you,” I growl. “Sparrow’s still asleep.” Ravi clamps his mouth shut, looking sullen. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ve kind of had my hands full over here.”

“Oh, I bet,” Ravi says, a sudden smile lighting up his face.

“I don’t want to hear about it,” I grumble.

“How is he? I’m not talking aboutthat, so don’t Hulk out on me, please; I’m talking about the break-in. He doing all right?”

“He’s okay.”

“How the hell could this happen?”

“Well, clearly we underestimated Eric Fletcher and what his idiot brain could conjure.”

“What if he comes back?”

“He won’t.” But if he does, I won’t hesitate to kill the fucker this time.

“Yeah, I heard he and Tyler were pretty messed up when they left town. People are talking about you.”

“Let them talk.”

Ravi nods to the bedroom door. “So…what are you going to do about him?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Do?”

“Don’t you think you should teach him some basic self-defense moves at least? In case something like this happens again?”

“Didn’t seem like he needed it.”

Ravi gives me an odd look, but I’m thankful he doesn’t ask. I don’t feel like telling him about how Sparrow launched himself at Eric like a wildcat and slashed at him with the knife. How out of control he was. The whole thing makes warning bells go off in my mind, and I can’t keep consulting Ravi anytime something happens with Sparrow that I don’t understand.