From Part 4
When I woke up, I was surprised to find myself uncovered and freezing. I called for Rob, but there was no answer. After searching the apartment for him, I looked outside. His car was gone. He had deserted me yet again.
“I should have fucked LJ. Shit, I’d fuck him right now if I knew how to get in touch with him. I’d grab his bun for leverage and split him in two.” I shouted as I walked around the apartment. I turned on the shower. “Fucking bastard. Tells me he loves me, runs out on me, I take him back, and he fucking leaves me again.”
My hands began to shake. “Fuck me,” I screamed. Am I so worthless that I deserve to be treated like that? I asked myself. I sat down on the floor of the shower and began to sob. I’m such a fucking loser. The water ran over my head; the heat relaxed me; my breathing calmed.
A hand on my shoulder scared the shit out of me. I looked up. A figure was leaning into the shower.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I saw Rob put a white box onto the floor. He moved into the shower with me and held me. “What happened? Sweetheart, what happened?”
My nose was still running; my eyes were burning. “I thought you left me. I woke up all alone.”
“I went out to get doughnuts and breakfast burritos. I thought I’d be back before you got up and surprise you. Oh, fuck. I should have left a note.” He hugged me.
“You’re getting all wet,” I said.
“It doesn’t matter.” He pushed the hair from my eyes. “Wipe your nose.” Rob smiled.
I cleaned my face under the running water. He touched the side of my head and kissed me.
“I was so scared and mad; I wasn’t thinking.”
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m such a loser.”
“No, Robbie, you’re not. I am. When I didn’t see your car… I guess I panicked. Oh, your clothes, they’re soaking wet.”
“Here. Let me get them off, and we can stand together in the shower. Wait. Have a bite of this.” He put the white box on the counter and pulled out a doughnut.
I took a big bite. “Eww. That’s raspberry.”
“Yeah. It’s my favorite,” smiled Rob.
“I can’t stand it. More for you, I guess.”
“Rinse your mouth out,” he said as he pushed my face under the stream of water.
“Are you trying to fucking drown me?”
His face went from a smile to completely serious. “Never. How’s this one?”
I took a bite. “That’s more like it. I love custard.”
“I’ll remember that for tomorrow. I would have thought cream-filled was your favorite.” He started laughing again.
“Bastard.” I laughed, too.
“Wrong. My parents were married.”
“I do like cream horns; especially the kind that grows between my man’s legs.” I reached down and grabbed his penis. It amazed me at how fast it would get hard.
“You’re a naughty boy,” said Rob.
I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. He leaned back against the edge of the sink and moaned. I reached under the sink for my spare bottle of lube, and I began to prepare my hole. It was a slick mess when I stood up and kissed Rob. I squirted lube on his cock and spread it up and down. I turned and pushed him into me with one backward thrust of my ass. We both gasped. I slid my hole up and down his shaft with the violent moves of a rodent in heat.
“Shit, Kyle, you’re getting me close.”
“Fill me, Robbie. I want your seed inside me.”
Rob grabbed my hips and shoved himself into me. It felt as if his dick grew in girth as he filled my ass. Then his hands fell to his sides. I slowly moved off that hot shaft of his and stepped into the shower. Cum slowly dripped down my leg.
I saw Rob look at my leg and then up into my eyes. “I’ll never leave you again without a note or verbally telling you where I’m going.”
I reached out for him. “I think I could fall in love with a man like you.”
“Could you?” he asked.
I nodded. “Maybe. Possibly.” I moved my head closer to his. He pushed his tongue out just slightly. I touched it with the tip of mine. “Probably.”
The next six months proved tough for me. Rob told those who asked that we were a couple. I attended social events with him; although, I was still uncomfortable in large groups of people. I started seeing a therapist to help me deal with the crowds as well as the feelings of abandonment that I realized I felt each time Rob drove away.
Rob made sure I knew when he was leaving the apartment. About three months after our first meeting in that bar, he let me know that he loved me more than his job, but sometimes, he would need to be working when he’d rather be with me.
“I’m hoping someday, I’ll have a job that makes our lives easier. I want you to have the freedom to do what you want,” he told me. He moved in with me two days later.
I didn’t tell him then, but I would give up my job to be with him. I knew that someday, he’d want to go to New York to work, and I didn’t care whether I worked in I.T. or mopped floors, as long as I shared a home with him. Isn’t that all anyone needs to be happy?
