Page 41 of Mother Parker
Had I really let myself beat off picturing Hwan? What was wrong with me? What kind of sick person imagines another guy, an innocent little man like Hwan no less, sucking him off?
You’re thirty-three, Parker. Get a fucking a grip.
I was better than this.
And I was still out of breath.
So even if the whole ordeal had relaxed me—it hadn’t, damn it—I couldn’t go back to sleep.
Not when Hwan still haunted me every time I closed my eyes. Again.
He was supposed to be gone. I wasn’t even hard anymore. Why was he still there? Was he mocking me? He’d be right if he was.
I was an idiot.
My phone gasped and moaned and groaned, and I rushed to pick it up. Susie was getting pounded by the guy she was with.
I’m sorry, Susie. I should have beat off to you.
But I hadn’t. Instead, I’d pictured Hwan. Smiley, sassy boba boy who didn’t know the meaning of a frown. Or subtlety.
I turned Susie’s video off, locked my phone, and looked at the time.
It was three in the morning.
I needed to get some sleep. I had an early morning tomorrow. Hwan was showing me how to cook the boba.
“You know you love bubbles, Mr. Dorothy.”
There he was again. Naked and covered in bubbles, beckoning me closer.
“What is happening to me?”
Since I met the man and became food for his pet crows, I couldn’t stop…thinking about him. What kind of witchcraft had he performed on me, astraightguy, to be the object of each of my thoughts.
I wiped the cum off my chest with my T-shirt and threw it across the room at my informal laundry corner before covering myself with the blanket again.
I turned to the window and looked outside at the night sky.
Hwan climbed through it and sat on the sill wearing those skinny jeans he loved so much and a pink Bubble Bubble-branded T-shirt.
He watched me, resting his cheek on his knee, and smiled at me as I made another attempt to close my eyes and go the fuck to sleep.
That didn’t work. I turned on the other side, facing the door, only this time, Hwan came through with an oversized sweater that reached down to his bare thighs and tiptoed to bed, trying to snuggle me.
“Agh!”
This time when I shouted, I didn’t hold back.
“This is ridiculous.”
I sat up, pushed the covers off me, and put my boxers on.
I needed something to help me sleep. Hopefully, the guys had something in their kitchen that would help put me into a dreamless slumber.
The house creaked in the dead of the night as I made my way downstairs, but I hoped Ash and Maddox wouldn’t hear my sleepless ass. It was so weird living with others again. It wasn’t that different from spending missions with my teammates. But now, I was a guest in someone else’s house, and I was super aware of everything I did and how it may affect or irritate them.
I made it safely to the first floor when a shadow stirred in the kitchen, and I raised my hands in the air.
