He draped his hand over his face in hopes that she’d think he was asleep, that it’d be enough to make her not delve any deeper. It usually was. Depth was not one of the strongest suits afoot in all of whatever this was, as it was. Even on a good day for him.
And today? Today was nowhere near one of those.
Wasn’t like it’s in her nature to even lean in and turn off whatever she found me asleep in front of, anyway, he groused to himself, knowing in spite of any bitching and moaning he did, he’d no one to blame for any of this but himself.
She teetered in and sniffed the air in the den he cooped himself up in like a stark-raving animal most of the time, face twisted up like he released something in the throes of REM that hit her like a stink-bomb, some sort of tell to let her know he was down for the count.
He didn’t. But that mattered no more than she did. She was as free to have her own version of the Grimm’s fairy tale going on in the forest that’d sprung up between them as he was, no fucks given to who was wolf to what in the other’s mind.
That unspoken understanding on that was the closest to actionable communion with one another these two got off the gram.
Whatever she said inside to justify why she stayed in this stark loveless situation was none of his fucking business, far as he was concerned. Long as she hit her marks needed as he made his.
He felt her pause a little too long, loudly fake snored and heard her scurry away.
Fuck my life he muttered upon being Successful in his stupid subterfuge and shuffled deeper into the warm, almost wet folds of his favorite couch. Everything below the belt went limp. Almost.
She held in a groan as she scurried up the stairs. “whew, thank…Krishn-” her phone buzzed.
“Aah fuck, domma ding dong- Oh!Please forgive me-” she whistled and furtively charged up another flight of stairs to the bedroom and closed the door before picking up.
“Biiiiiitch~” he purred on the other side of the line. She squealed and sailed across the room to peer wistfully out at the night. All the energy built up with her friends had been all but zapped by the performative pomp and circumstance centered around honoring his horny-assed “sleep.”
“Did you kiss that bitch-assed man of yours lips with that mouth you went to town on -”
“What happens in… you know…is sposed to Stay…in…” she purred.
“I know, I know…but it’s a good thing though,” her Gay bff grinned as he exhaled rings of smoke perched on his pearl gray divan like the fucking cheshire cat. “He’d know the taste sensation of that spunk ten times faster than twat on his fucking forked-When is this going to be Ovah, darhling~?”
He sighed, knowing he eventually had to get up and clean himself. The soot inconspicuously rung around his eyes got smudged when he’d dragged his sweat drenched hand across his face to muffle the moans that roughly forced their way out of his mouth as roughly as he’d pushed in to his dank perfect place whenever left to his own devices.
But…it was 3am.
So…the beat went on. His heart hung away from all he’d allowed himself to become, commiserating with the standoffish brain officially assigned to him above, now that said brain had all but given up on him too.
Every other pulse deep within his inguinal folds made him want to punch the exorbitant amount of pillows he’d come to find she’d defiantly arrayed the couch with the other day away.
The fuckery in her festooning it like a bed was obvious- it was just so he couldn’t look at it as baldly as she’d made him feel ashamed of her having seen him do the night before as she’d droned on, impatiently waiting for her to leave.
She knew better than to open her mouth about it, but felt no qualms about making him have to work for it. Just like she’d made him work to convince her to go along with the grift.
The center of his pointed ratlike face went red just as his worthless sploosh finally rose up and out of him, scattering across the fluffy, hairy, pelt-like pillows he’d surmised she’d liked the most.
She sniffed a lil crank to lift her spirits, then giggled like a schoolgirl.
“How much did they pay you, anyway?” her Gay as fuck best friend forever slurred into the phone. “to…you know~”
“Oh…for the honeypot?” she said breathily, “or the handling?” she said bluntly, all the bouyancy instantly absent from her voice.
Her best friend burst out laughing.
“…dayum,” he whistled.
“Diva demanded double dippin’, double-assed paydays? Yaaasss, betch, yaaas- carry the fuck ON!!” he growled throatily.
“For all the trouble, fuck yeah…” his kiki-ing came down a notch.
“But bitch, I need…consider me a student at yer fucking feet because I HAVE to have tha numerals attached in triplicate and addedum, Ms. Thing!” he chuckled.
“You know how rigidly closeted these lil red fuckboys are better than anybody else- what numbers Should I be demanding should I get the chance to move like you down the line, Sis?”
She whispered the amounts. Both of them. “Bitch- WHAT?!-” the queen fell off his divan and screamed to high heaven, kicking his manicured feet wildly in the air. “Teach ME, bitch~ fucking teach meeee-”
He’d long since lost the plot.
He was up because all was lost… and there was nothing to do but wait for the will to death to drop out of the sky and dance over to him.
But anything that even remotely resembled will had exploded in the skies like the hindenberg, with the gossip catching fire, taking all he’d loved with it in its infernal fireball.
He was left with nothing more than tattered, hollow thoughts and prayers that had not ever been his in the first place.
“These fn roundabouts get me fucking nowhere,” he hissed to himself.
Try as they might to spin it, there was nothing he could do about nobody buying he was cheating on the woman stupid enough to have taken the cash for the gig with anything that was not tucked or upholstered. Nobody believed anything else would do it for him. Her wearing the pleather pants that looked like they were cut from some low slung couch in a seedy vip room hadn’t helped.
Well, he thought again, they Did help in the-
He shook it off and slid his bare hairy yet disgustingly greasy buttcheeks back into the crease that led to the only promise land that gave him anything worth living for at all and stroked it.
He pressed his back into the cushions in hopes of his heartbeat amping up again due to proximity being able to drown out everything about how badly he’d jumped the shark that ran roughshod through his head.
He sighed. He was miserable. But long as everything else in his circle of influence was too, everything was-
The loud, abrasive cackling two floors above coasted down the polished bannisters of the stairs into the echo chamber of his hellish, skeet-soaked den and he exploded with pure rage.
“I’m TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP DOWN HERE, FOR FUCKS SAKE, YOU STUPID fucking- You know what?! -GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE SO I CAN EXPLAIN THIS SHIT TO YOU Slowly, IN FUCKING ENGLISH, WHICH YOU CLAIM IS YOUR FUCKING MOTHER TONGUE!!-!”
He slammed the door to the den so violently that the entire house shook.
In full fiscal fawning mode, she whimpered apologetically down the stairs.
“I gotta go, bitch- toots, Loves-” she whispered meekly into her phone. She awkwardly felt his eyebrow raise as she did.
“Umhmm~ I hear~” he murmured softly. “Be safe, and…hope it’s worth it-”
*click*
He sighed, drained as fuck. His other phone on the little marble table beside him immediately began to vibrate.
He arched his back, rolled his eyes, got into character and picked up the line.
“Got it. All.” the nondescript voice stated before he could get in a melodramatic word.
He squared his shoulders and simply let it fall melodically from his lips.
“I want fucking double. Or else I-”
“We’d already- you’ve raised the rate for this three times already-” the man on the line started, then stopped.
” Do you have Any fucking idea what it took to get Those pictures?”
“You know what? Done. You did good. Got more than we could have ever hoped for. There’ll be a bonus too.”
“That better not be a bullet, either-” he growled, all the faggish fry instantly gone from his clip.
“Because just in case it is, contingencies are already in place- I know how you fuckers operate, with your tying up loose ends-”
“Do not worry. You have our word. Thank you for your service. Good bye.”
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