home. I had been planning to make my excuses on the way down to see Denise later, when I was freshly showered and full of minty goodness, but I figured Evan wouldn’t turn his nose up at the glassblower’s uniform of sweat and soot smudges.
I had to rap pretty hard on the door before it opened, but I was rewarded with a warm smile from the big man himself.
“Ey up, Josh, how’s things? You up for games night tonight?”
“I’m really sorry. I’ve promised Denise an evening with her.”
Evan’s smile crumpled at one edge. “Rai’s gonna be disappointed.” He stretched and took a deep breath. I wondered if he could smell me. I really should have waited for that shower first. “Mind you,” Evan continued, “I’m sure I can think of summat to keep him happy.”
His smile turned downright filthy, and I groaned inside. Just what I needed. An evening spent listening to the two of them getting it on while I plaited and painted and downed enough gin to dull my hearing. Would Denise think it weird if I turned up wearing earplugs?
I’d completed a grand total of five plaits and was working on my sixth, sitting on the sofa with Denise on the floor, by the time the noises began. Rai must have been yelling his head off for us to hear him over Lady Gaga playing at full volume.
“Not again!” Denise twisted her head to scowl up at the ceiling.
“Keep still, will you!”
“Sor-ry.” Denise was still and quiet for a record thirty seconds before she started up again. “You found out what it is they’re doing up there yet?”
“Just having a relationship, same as any other couple.” If you could possibly compare the two of them to anyone else. As far as I was concerned, they were special.
“You know what I mean. In bed. Is it kinky shit, or are they just really noisy?”
“I haven’t asked, and they haven’t said.” That wasn’t strictly true—there had been hints, but nothing I’d want to share with Denise.
“I thought you blokes were always showing each other photos and films of you getting it on.”
“You blokes? You mean gay guys?”
“No, men in general. But it’s harder for straight guys to get girls to pose for pictures.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but if they have a dirty-picture library, they haven’t shown it to me.” I tied off the end of the plait perhaps a little tighter than was necessary. Denise turned round and folded her arms on my bony knees. “Bet you wish they had.”
“Not really.”
Denise grabbed her remote for the stereo and muted the sound.
Oh God, there it was. No pounding springs today, but Rai was gibbering incoherently. I could hear Evan’s voice but not the words, thankfully. Sounded like he was giving commands or something. My dick started to perk up.
I grabbed a cushion and pulled it over my crotch.
“Definitely kinky,” Denise announced.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“You’d like to, though, wouldn’t you?”
“No.” Yes.
“Liar!”
How’d she read my thoughts like that? I groaned, and then Evan groaned, and then a sharp sound rang out that could only be a hand slapping down on flesh. Rai whimpered, and another spank shot through the air.
“I don’t think I can listen to this,” I found myself saying.
“You used to enjoy it.”
“Yeah, but that was before they became good friends. It feels kind of… I dunno, seedy maybe. Now that I know them. Does that make sense?”
“Not really. I think you’re just jealous.”
“Maybe,” I admitted, my face heating.
“Which one are you jealous of, though?”
If I was going to be honest… “Both of them.” But jealousy was the wrong word. It was more like a futile longing that squeezed my heart painfully, a deep sorrow that I’d never be able to share in that intimacy they had. And not just the sex, but the kissing and the cosy, comfortable coupledom.
“Oh, you’ve got it bad. Poor baby.” Denise rested her cheek on my knee and gave a sympathetic smile—one of those
I had to rap pretty hard on the door before it opened, but I was rewarded with a warm smile from the big man himself.
“Ey up, Josh, how’s things? You up for games night tonight?”
“I’m really sorry. I’ve promised Denise an evening with her.”
Evan’s smile crumpled at one edge. “Rai’s gonna be disappointed.” He stretched and took a deep breath. I wondered if he could smell me. I really should have waited for that shower first. “Mind you,” Evan continued, “I’m sure I can think of summat to keep him happy.”
His smile turned downright filthy, and I groaned inside. Just what I needed. An evening spent listening to the two of them getting it on while I plaited and painted and downed enough gin to dull my hearing. Would Denise think it weird if I turned up wearing earplugs?
I’d completed a grand total of five plaits and was working on my sixth, sitting on the sofa with Denise on the floor, by the time the noises began. Rai must have been yelling his head off for us to hear him over Lady Gaga playing at full volume.
“Not again!” Denise twisted her head to scowl up at the ceiling.
“Keep still, will you!”
“Sor-ry.” Denise was still and quiet for a record thirty seconds before she started up again. “You found out what it is they’re doing up there yet?”
“Just having a relationship, same as any other couple.” If you could possibly compare the two of them to anyone else. As far as I was concerned, they were special.
“You know what I mean. In bed. Is it kinky shit, or are they just really noisy?”
“I haven’t asked, and they haven’t said.” That wasn’t strictly true—there had been hints, but nothing I’d want to share with Denise.
“I thought you blokes were always showing each other photos and films of you getting it on.”
“You blokes? You mean gay guys?”
“No, men in general. But it’s harder for straight guys to get girls to pose for pictures.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but if they have a dirty-picture library, they haven’t shown it to me.” I tied off the end of the plait perhaps a little tighter than was necessary. Denise turned round and folded her arms on my bony knees. “Bet you wish they had.”
“Not really.”
Denise grabbed her remote for the stereo and muted the sound.
Oh God, there it was. No pounding springs today, but Rai was gibbering incoherently. I could hear Evan’s voice but not the words, thankfully. Sounded like he was giving commands or something. My dick started to perk up.
I grabbed a cushion and pulled it over my crotch.
“Definitely kinky,” Denise announced.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“You’d like to, though, wouldn’t you?”
“No.” Yes.
“Liar!”
How’d she read my thoughts like that? I groaned, and then Evan groaned, and then a sharp sound rang out that could only be a hand slapping down on flesh. Rai whimpered, and another spank shot through the air.
“I don’t think I can listen to this,” I found myself saying.
“You used to enjoy it.”
“Yeah, but that was before they became good friends. It feels kind of… I dunno, seedy maybe. Now that I know them. Does that make sense?”
“Not really. I think you’re just jealous.”
“Maybe,” I admitted, my face heating.
“Which one are you jealous of, though?”
If I was going to be honest… “Both of them.” But jealousy was the wrong word. It was more like a futile longing that squeezed my heart painfully, a deep sorrow that I’d never be able to share in that intimacy they had. And not just the sex, but the kissing and the cosy, comfortable coupledom.
“Oh, you’ve got it bad. Poor baby.” Denise rested her cheek on my knee and gave a sympathetic smile—one of those
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