Page 31 of The Marriage Policy

A soft knock on my door draws my attention. “Babe? I mean, Eric? You okay?”

Why did he take back the babe? He’s called me that for years. I especially liked it when he said it around Malcolm because that motherfucker hated it. “Yeah. I’m good. Just dying.”

“Oh…it’s been thirty minutes, so I wanted to make sure.” His voice is soft, to the point where I can barely hear him. He sounds uncertain, and that sends a jolt of doubt and worry through me. Did we fuck things up?

No way. I refuse to even consider that as a possibility. I’ll be the exact same way as I’ve always been with Donovan and reassure him that everything is okay…and maybe reassure myself too.

“Sorry. I’m still trying to come back to earth, and I’m covered in jizz. Give me a minute.”

“Only you,” he says, sounding more like himself.

I don’t have a bathroom in my room, so I grab the underwear I just took off to mop up the cum. “Hey. If you’re still there, can you get me a wet washcloth? I’m gonna be sticky.”

“Oh, um…yeah.”

I sit on the side of the bed, using my shorts to cover my dick. I really have to make sure I’m being respectful of Donovan when it comes to that, though he did admit his discomfort came from some fucked-up fear that I would think he wants me. I don’t think that. I’m not dumb enough to believe he sees me as anything more than a friend.

A moment later the door opens slowly and Donovan peeks inside. “Can I come in?”

“Yes.” I grin.

He just jerked off. Did he use a finger in his ass too? What thoughts were going through his head?

“What are you smiling at?” He walks over and hands me the washcloth. He’s wearing a different pair of shorts than he had onbefore. His are smaller and tighter than I wear, and they really show off his pert ass. Which is something I’ve noticed before. I had to have since I’m not seeing his ass right now. What the fuck?

“Just thinking about the fact that we were jacking off at the same time. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. I must have needed it.” I wipe off my belly and chest, still keeping the goods covered.

“Right? Me too.”

“Yeah?” I look up at him and…are his cheeks pink?

“Yes. God, I can’t believe we did this.”

“I liked it,” I admit. “It was hotter knowing you were doing it too.”

He gets that slightly pinched look on his face he has when he’s trying to figure something out. “Okay…”

Okay? What does okay mean? “I need to wipe my junk, D. I don’t care if you stay or see, but if you don’t want to, now is the time to turn around.”

Our gazes don’t leave each other’s. He swallows noticeably. “I’ll stay…if you’re sure you don’t mind. Again, not in a gross way, but you’re the one who always gets naked in front of me. I was worried you’d take it the wrong way if I saw something. Since that’s not an issue now…well, I can go. Maybe I should go? I have no reason to stay.”

I chuckle. “I have zero embarrassment about being seen naked. That’s not really my style. And you’re rambling. You’re not usually a rambler.”

“Yeah, well, try being gay and attempting to figure out what the fuck is going on with us tonight. It’s stressful.”

“Hey.” I reach out and take his hand. “It’s me. You don’t ever have to be stressed with me.”

“I’m fairly certain you have dried cum and lube on your hand,” he reminds me.

“Oops.” I let go of him, give him another second, and when Donovan doesn’t leave or turn away, I drop the shorts to the floor, then wipe the cum and lube from my pubes, cock, and balls.

Donovan is actually seeing my dick right now. There’s no possibility he hasn’t caught a glimpse before, but it would have been quick because that’s always when he would turn away or pretend to study the wall or something. He’s not now.

Does he like what he sees?

Why does it matter if he does?

“Are you going to make me hobble to my dresser, or do you mind getting me underwear?”

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