A Little Bit

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Eli

I hear the crinkling of a wrapper and whip my head around just in time to see her shove another candy bar she didn’t pay for into her mouth.

“Shit, Katie. Are you planning on giving me any money for everything you steal?”

She gasps, holding the hand with some nougaty chocolate creation up to her heart. “Eli. I do not steal. I have low blood sugar right now. I have hyp-hyperglycemia. This is an emergency.”

“Hyp-O-glycemia is when your blood sugar is low,” I quip back, making sure to emphasize the O.

“Ugh. Are you a fucking doctor? Let me eat the damn candy bar.”

I say nothing while holding my hand out to her expectantly. She grumbles a little, searching her pockets, and then forcefully slaps two dollars into my hand. I dutifully place them into the cash register and continue inputting the new shipment of textbooks while she props her feet up on the counter next to me.

Katie is… well, I guess you could call her a friend. My only one here. Probably because she’s not like everyone else in this town. She’s more like me.

We started out as a hookup. She’s a scholarship student too and lives a few doors down in the dorms.

One night she came home from some party and bumped right into me in the hallway. I had just stepped out of my room for a moment, picking up some takeout that had been delivered to my door. Fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped low around my waist. When her eyes ran up and down my body, it was pretty much game over for me. Katie is fucking stunning. Long dark hair. Curves for days. Fuckhot, respectfully.

We got the job done, but from start to finish, we fumbled our way through and left with subpar orgasms.

The next time we ran into each other, we decided it should stay platonic between us. She knows the area much better than I do, growing up just outside of this town. So she’s been a wealth of information, helping me acclimate to the weird-ass environment here.

“So, have you seen your blond cutie again? Did you tell me his name? I don’t think you did,” she garbles around another mouthful.

I watch her as she struggles to chew the huge amount of candy in her mouth. “You’re charming. You know that?”

She smiles sweetly at me, her teeth completely covered in chocolate.

I laugh before answering her, “Actually, yes. He came in here the other day. Well actually his girlfriend slash not girlfriend came in here the other day and then texted him to come by. And he reminded me of how happy and straight he is before getting sucked off in the bathroom by said girlfriend slash not girlfriend. It was fun all around. Needless to say, I won’t be seeing him again and I don’t want to. And I’m not telling you his name.”

She huffs. “What? Why not?”

“Not really my business to tell since he’s in the closet. Well, he doesn’t think he is, but he is.”

“You know I would never tell anyone.” She pouts.

“I know, but still.” I mime zipping my lips.

She’s quiet for a moment before gasping and choking on her food. Jumping up, she squeezes my shoulder with wide eyes. “Wait a minute. Vivian Woods posted a picture yesterday of her and Warren Baker leaving the bookstore. Oh my god. No! Warren? Like Warren Baker?”

I push her death grip off of my shoulder. “Ow! Damn. I have nothing to say.”

She holds up her pointer finger to me, telling me to wait, and grabs her phone out of her back pocket, furiously typing and then scrolling before shoving it in my face.

“Is this the blond cutie?”

I take the phone out of her hand and stare at the picture. There’s Warren. With a fake, dead smile on his face and his perfect body wrapped in a navy suit adorned with a little American flag pin.

He’s standing next to a girl who looks very similar to him. Equally blonde and beautiful. An older woman with giant hair that you just know smells like hairspray has her arm wrapped around both of them, or as much as she can. The woman has a red skirt and blazer on, the same American flag pin and red lipstick to match.

“Okay,” I say while handing her phone back to her and returning to my boring task, still not admitting anything. “So, this guy’s famous or something?”

She shakes her head and sits back in my stool, continuing to shove chocolate in her face. “That woman—the one with the helmet head—is Senator Darlene Baker. His mom. His grandfather was a big time senator too. No wonder he’s camping out in the closet. His mom and grandfather are deep in the party. Support ‘traditional family values,’ if you know what I mean.” She ends her statement with a head tilt in my direction.

“So, he’s gonna be a senator too?”

Scoffing, she stands again and grabs her bag from the ground, tossing it over her shoulder. “Yes,” she says with a hint of exasperation in her voice while throwing the candy wrapper away. “They’re very serious about this shit. His mom didn’t even change her last name when she got married so she could still be recognized as a part of the family, and that’s like unheard of around here. I’m surprised you had no idea who he was. His mom and all his family have always lived in that huge historical house over on Main Street. The one with the courtyard… I think he moved out, though. Anyway, it’s a good thing you’re going to stay away. His whole family is weird robot perfection. People like that always have the craziest shit lying right underneath. Definitely not worth it.” She shakes her head while trilling her lips.

I nod my head without looking up from my inventory, but my mind is far away. This adds another layer to the complexity of Warren. It also means that he is one hundred percent, a mess that I should stay away from.

Sometimes messes can be fun. But this mess? Going after a closeted man whose mother is a “traditional values” kind of senator? I think that may be the kind of mess that you drown in.

“Well, I better get to my class.” She sighs then dramatically leans toward me. “You’re still not going to confirm or deny anything?”

I give her a tight-lipped smile, but say nothing.

“Okay, so that’s basically a yes.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“Okay, sure.” Walking over to me, she throws her arms around my middle. “Stay away from him, Eli. It won’t end well,” she murmurs into my shirt. I give her a “hmm” in return.

Turning away, she heads for the door while I mutter, “Bye.”

I continue inputting the new textbooks, typing the barcodes into the computer system, and stacking them next to me. But my mind is still wandering. Back to a blond sailor with pouty lips and a dick made of gold.

As I’ve said before, I usually love someone in the closet. They don’t want to stick around. They have their fun and then leave to freak out on their own.

But as I stared into his eyes for the second time as he came, he felt different. Like we would be a long, complicated process. Something too intricate and consuming. And I don’t want that.

Plus, seeing him get sucked off by that idiot made me see red, and I don’t ever do that, so another con there.

Sorry. Sorry. She’s not an idiot—I think. I’m just irritated. And although she wasn’t my favorite person before, all her little slurps and moans as she had the pleasure of taking his cock down her throat did not help her rise in the ranks.

Recalling the details is making my skin prickle. I throw myself onto the stool that Katie vacated and sigh into the empty space around me.

Pulling out my phone, I start dialing the one person who can make me feel better.

It rings a few times and then the voicemail picks up. My sister’s bright voice filters into my ear. “Heyyyyy. It’s Charlotte. I can’t come to the phone right now. You know what to do.”

I smile into the phone and begin picking at one of the many holes in my jeans. “Hey, Char. Just wanted to fill you in on my life a little right now. You know the guy I told you about? Warren? Turns out his mom is a big anti-gay senator. I mean, I don’t know if she’d agree with the term ‘anti-gay’ but thats the vibe I got.

“Oh, did I tell you I watched him get off with his girl? I know. I’m a fucking freak. And I was… irritated by it. Like really irritated. I don’t know what the fuck that means, but I’m not touching that. Best to just shut it down now, right, Char?”

I’m quiet for a moment. Listening to the sound of nothing on the other end of the line, allowing the feeling of talking to her filter in and calm me.

“I miss you. You know what I was thinking about the other night? The one time when?—”

“You have reached the maximum length allowed. Goodbye,” a robotic voice tells me before the line cuts out.

“Goddamnit,” I mutter to myself, hitting her contact again and waiting while it rings.

“The voice mailbox you have reached is full. Goodbye,” the robot drones.

That prickling heat comes back, but for a different reason.

Now I’m fucking annoyed. I scroll to another contact and punch it, furiously bouncing my foot against the rung of the stool, waiting for her to pick up.

“Hi, honey. How is school going?” my mom’s voice chimes in.

“It’s good, Mom. Listen, I need you to clear it.”

She’s silent for a few moments.

“Honey—” she starts in her most pitiful voice she can muster before I interrupt her.

“Mom. Please. Can you… can you just do it?”

Silence again, then she lets out a long breath.

“Of course, Eli.”

“Thanks, Mom. Listen, I’m in the middle of my shift, but I’ll give you a call later today, okay?”

“Okay, Eli. I miss you a lot. Talk later, honey.”

“I miss you too. Bye, Mom.”

I hang up but still have that irritation licking up my spine. Good thing this place is always empty so I can fester in my mood alone.

Just as I finish that thought, the whooshing sound of the front door opening echoes in the silence, sending my mood into a bigger tailspin.

When I lift my head to see the offending customer, I’m met with crystal-blue eyes and way too perfect sandy-blond hair.

Warren stands by the door a second, unsure of what to do with himself, before deciding to walk up to the desk where I sit in the middle of the room.

I still feel on edge, but there’s a slight twinkling of anticipation somewhere within me. The irritation is the only thing that shows on my face, marring it with a scowl.

“Can I help you, sir?” I deadpan at him. “Maybe you’d like to invite someone into the bathroom so you can fuck their face again?”

He flinches, and opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. “Actually, we’re closed right now, so please vacate the premises.”

He flicks his eyes down to his expensive watch. I wish I could tell you the designer, but I don’t know that shit. “It’s only ten in the morning.”

“Okay. I meant we were closed for you . Yeah. No senator’s sons allowed. It’s a new policy.”

His eyebrows shoot up and he looks off, pursing his lips. “I didn’t realize you knew who I was.”

“Yeah,” I answer back as I pick up the stack of books and head toward the shelves.

“It was kind of nice that you were one of the few people who didn’t know,” he says softly behind me.

I’m glad I can’t see his face. It probably looks sad and wistful, and I don’t want to see that. I just keep walking ahead of him.

When I find the shelf I’ve been looking for toward the back of the store, I turn back to him. “Do you need something? Because as you can see”—I point around to the obviously empty and quiet space—“I’m very busy.”

The right side of his mouth slightly upticks as he huffs a laugh. I don’t like what it does to my insides. At all.

I’m already irritated that I didn’t get to fully finish my conversation with Charlotte. He needs to get the fuck out of here before I do something I don’t want to.

“I want to apologize for yesterday,” he finally mutters with his eyes trained on the ground.

“You mean how your girl took your dick like a champ in the bathroom while I watched?”

He groans while running his hand through his hair. “She’s not my girl.”

I don’t answer him, just turn and start shelving the books in that section, then pick the rest up and walk another shelf back to repeat the process.

A hot, irksome sensation dances across my nerves when I see his feet shuffle after me. Something about his presence is crawling under my skin, disturbing whatever peace I need to settle down right now.

He continues, “I’m just sorry. I shouldn’t have done that right here where you work. It was stupid. And I definitely should’ve stopped it when you walked in on us.”

He’s quiet for a few beats, waiting for me to say something.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” he gripes.

“Nope,” I retort, still refusing to look at him.

“Are you going to tell anyone?”

This time I do laugh and turn to look at the vulnerability in his eyes.

“Which part? That you like being watched? Or that you wished it was me on my knees? A man.”

His eyes flash with anger as he says with a child-like indignation, “I’m straight.”

I nod my head while my lips form a tight line, turning back to my shelving.

He repeats himself, “I’m straight.”

I need a fucking blunt.

More irritation burrows deeper under my skin. I feel it everywhere. In my hair. In my toes. It bubbles and itches, calling for some kind of relief. Some breath of fresh air to calm it.

I try to take a deep breath to make it go away, but all I feel is his eyes boring into me, wanting me to believe all the lies he tells himself. And it just makes everything grow tenfold.

It’s so fucking hot in here. I brace my free hand against the shelves in front of me and try breathing more, but it’s not fucking working.

“Fuck this,” I blurt while dropping the stack of books, making a loud bang through the silence. He mutters a quiet “shit” at the noise before looking at me, waiting to see what I’ll do next.

In quick succession, I turn to him and kick the back of his knees, causing them to give out, then push his shoulder down the rest of the way until he falls to his knees in front of me.

I don’t act for a few moments. Just stare down at him. He’s wearing a green cable knit sweater with a crisp white collar peeking out of it. Khakis, of course. He’s so put together. Why do I want to mess that up? Some beast inside of me calls for it. Roaring in my head until I agree to do something.

I run my hand through his perfectly styled hair, reveling in how soft it is, before fisting it and craning his head so he’s looking up at me.

His perfect pink lips are parted, soft pants coming out between them. His eyes glazed over. He’s a fucking vision. And that makes me more angry. He’s too complicated for me to be playing whatever game this is with him.

“Be a good boy and tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you,” I say, my voice hoarse from the desire swimming through me, also causing my cock to rapidly fill inside my jeans.

He doesn’t take his hooded eyes off of me while he gives a slight shake of his head, swallowing and making my eyes drift to how his Adam’s apple bobs along his supple throat. A throat I want to taste. To mark.

Stepping closer to him, I slowly lower my zipper. It feels incredibly loud in the grave-like silence that encases us. We’re completely alone in the store, all the way in the back, but anyone could walk in.

I pull my cock out. It’s painfully erect, bobbing right in front of his face. He swallows again but won’t let his eyes look at it, only staring into mine, almost expectantly waiting for permission. Some command from me.

A bead of pre-cum forms on my tip. I take my thumb and swipe it away before smearing it on his plump bottom lip. He can barely keep himself up right now, his breaths are shallow and quick, his eyes barely open, but he still doesn’t move.

“Open your mouth, sailor.”

He does. Immediately. Sticking his entire glistening, pink tongue out with it. And goddamn , I want that tongue on me.

I push in without any more preamble. His wet heat immediately surrounds my cock, welcoming it and making me momentarily blind.

“Shit, sailor. Fuck. That mouth,” I groan above him, throwing my head back and staying as still as possible so I don’t blow my load from just the initial feel of him.

He moves his tongue on the underside of my cock, licking and laving at my shaft before pulling back and doing the same to my head, eliciting a pained hiss from my lips.

Collecting myself, I pump back into his face slowly, feeling every hot, wet crevice of his mouth, and continuing back into his throat until a gag slips out of his mouth and vibrates on my cock.

I pull back and look down, immediately finding his eyes again, seeing freshly sprung tears clinging to his long lashes.

I keep my gaze on him as I tentatively push back in until I feel him choke again, watching his eyes flutter closed and the tears spill over his cheeks. Flicking my eyes lower, I see the heel of his hand digging into the long erection tenting his khakis while he slurps on me.

“Take your dick out,” I command.

Again, he immediately acquiesces, lowering his zipper and scooping out his massive erection.

“Beat your dick while I fuck your face,” I order before I begin thrusting into his mouth in earnest.

I watch his fist greedily fly over his cock, while all of his whines and moans send more delicious vibrations straight into my balls, making it almost impossible not to come.

I squeeze my eyes shut to try and stave it off a little while longer. He feels so good. Unlike anything else I’ve felt before. Like I’ve died and this is what’s inside of the pearly gates.

Feeling his motions stutter and his whines grow louder, I open my eyes and look down as he writhes on the floor while ropes of his cum shoot out of him and onto the patterned hard carpeting. His eyes stay on me the entire time, tears streaming down his cheeks, drool leaking out of his stretched lips.

He looks perfect like this. Absolutely wrecked.

I grab him by the hair and yank him off of me, turning his face and pointing my cock at his cheek. “Only good boys get to eat my cum,” I croak out while I continue jerking it a few more times. My orgasm explodes out of me, stealing my breath and making me fist his hair tighter. I watch transfixed as I paint stripes on his beautiful cheek, squeezing every bit of cum out of my dick, while he sits there and takes it.

Once I’m done, I tuck myself away and lower myself onto my haunches, right in front of his face.

He’s still trying to catch his breath. His hands firmly planted on his knees and his eyes focused on his cum in front of him. I flick my eyes down to the mess he made, then up at the mess I made and find his eyes now trained on me.

I smirk. “That’s the second time you’ve come all over the floor because of me, sailor.” He says nothing back to me, but I see the panic starting to settle right behind his eyes. “So. Fucking. Straight,” I say, punctuating each word with a pat on his cum covered cheek, making it splatter on his collar and neck while he winces.

Getting up, I go to the bathroom to wash my hands, making sure not to look at myself in the mirror. I know what my brain feels like. Messy. Alive. Obsessed . I don’t need to see that reflected back to me.

I don’t know why I did that. But it doesn’t really matter because that is definitely the last time he’ll voluntarily show his face to me.

That’s solidified for me when I come out and find the store to be empty, just me and his pool of cum. I walk over to it and use the toe of my boot to rub it into the carpet before going over the cash register and plopping onto the stool.

Pulling out my phone, I dial the same number and breathe a sigh of relief when it lets me leave a message. “Hey again, Char. You are never going to believe the dumb-ass thing I just did…”