Page 18 of Crybaby
“Oh, fuck off.”
“Okay, talk now. What you like?”
Jason let his head drop back against the couch. “Fuck…I don’t know. Normal stuff.”
“What normal stuff?”
“Does it even matter? You’re, like, starting your gay adventure. I’m not going to start choking you.”
There was a moment of silence in which Jason knew he’d made a mistake.
“Not that I—”
“You like choke?”
Jason could feel himself blushing. He straightened, attempting a glare. “That’s irrelevant.”
“No, relevant. Very relevant.”
“Why? What, you want me to choke you?”
“Maybe.”
Good God.Jason groaned, putting a hand over his eyes. “You’re killing me.” He removed his hand to resume glaring. “Have you ever been choked, for fuck’s sake? Do you think this is the time to be experimenting with kink?”
“I have girlfriend, she kinky. Very rough, I like.”
Jason stared at him. Weren’t there cases in which people would spontaneously combust? Like, just, for no apparent reason, would explode into a disaster of entrails and burnt pieces of brain? That was about to happen to him, he was sure of it.
Jason blinked slowly to get his brain back online. “I’m…look, I’m not into heavy stuff. I mean, a little choking, sure. Some…I don’t know.” The image of Sasha’s crying face glowed in his mind like some kind of fucked-up holy apparition. “Look, let’s just take it slow, okay?”
Sasha looked at him for a moment before shrugging. “Okay. No worry, I figure out.”
Jason sighed. “Okay. You do that.”
They restarted the video game. Jason’s fried brain tried to concentrate on the figures on the screen.
What thefuckhad he gotten himself into?
*****
Of course, Sasha didn’t leave his apartment without having sex again, right there on the couch as if they were desperate for it. It reminded him a little of his first experiences with a girl as they made out like teenagers, slow and syrupy, nervous sparks flaring as their crotches touched.
They ended up stripping their sweats and jerking their cocks together, panting and licking into each other’s mouths. They kept spitting in their hands to make the slide wetter so that when they finally came, their spit and come got all mixed up in a glorious mess.
This, Jason thought distantly as he collapsed on Sasha, was good sex. This easy getting off, groaning and smiling through it, sticky-dirty at the end. No finesse, just sensation and want.
In the long run, it was going to be one of the worst things that ever happened to him.
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Jason continued to have his little freak-outs in private—normally late at night, when visions of Sasha’s begging mouth and shiny-wet eyes would appear in the dark like ghouls coming for his life—while somehow managing to be completely normal at work. Maybe the fact that it was an especially busy week, allowing no time to hang out after hours, helped maintain his sanity. Before he knew it, Friday had arrived, and Jason was still at his desk at 8 pm, trying and failing to concentrate on the screen of his computer.
“Of course you still here,” Sasha’s voice said from his office doorway. Jason looked up to see the man himself looming with his arms crossed.
“So are you, so?”
“Yes, but I finish already. So, let’s go. Work is not a wolf.”
