“Is there… can I do anything?” I’m careful not to make eye contact. I may have stifled the laughter, but I haven’t yet managed to wipe the grin off my face.
Chase grunts, and I’m not sure if it’s an affirmative grunt or negatory.
Before I can translate Chase’s junk-punched sounds, Mikey sashays between us, pushing me back from Chase.
The little menace looks so innocent, blinking up at me, rubbing his body against my hip. Unable to stop myself, I reach down to pet him. “Why’d you do that, Mikey, huh?” I ask, unclear if cats are known to crotch-bomb people or not. I haven’t seen that video on YouTube before. I ask Chase, “Is that normal cat behavior?”
“No.” His voice is stronger now, though his hand is still cupping his dick. “Nothing is normal about that cat.” Chase heaves a sigh, settling back on his heels. “It may not excuse hispsychoticbehavior”—he eyes the cat I’m now giving a belly rub to—“but he’s probably pissed because Saturdays are usually our day to go to the park, and I didn’t take him.”
Not quite so pale now, he pushes himself off the floor, hobbles over to the couch, and collapses, one hand still at his crotch, protecting his man bits from his ninja sphynx.
I follow, more gracefully than Chase, slip off my boots, and curl up on the cushion next to him. “So… up for a quickie?” I tease.
He groans. “Stop. Even thinking about getting hard hurts my dick.” His eyes trail down my body, and he actually whimpers before his chin meets his chest in defeat. “I think I might cry. I’ve been imagining unwrapping that shirt off you all day.”
“Maybe you can unwrap me later?”
Mike leaps up on the top of the couch and curls himself around my shoulders like a shawl, ass to Chase’s face.
Chase eyes Mike’s puckered asshole, aimed in his direction. “I hate you.”
Mike’s answer is to snuggle down around me, licking behind my ear once before purring contentedly.
I giggle, causing Chase’s eyes to narrow in my direction.
I raise my palms up in surrender. “Sorry. Sorry.”
Chase pouts.
“Aw, poor boy.” I squeeze his leg. “How about I get you an ice pack?” Carefully, I get up from the sofa so Mikey doesn’t fall forward. My effort is wasted when, unhappy with me leaving, the vengeful feline pounces onto Chase’s already damaged crotch.
Air whooshes from Chase’s lungs as his eyes roll back, watering. Mikey continues on his descent, landing on the floor before sauntering away without a care in the world.
Silence reigns.
Finally, Chase moves, inhaling deeply.
“Oh my God.” Kneeling in front of him, I rest my hands on his thighs. “Are you…how can I help?”
His eyes flutter open only to shut fast on a groan when he sees me. “For a start, you could not kneel in front of me.” He tries adjusting the crotch of his pants but stills on a whimper. “My dick is confused. He needs to rest, but with you looking like his next wet dream, he’s trying to rise to the occasion.”
I nod, pulling my lips between my teeth to keep from smiling and rise. “Sure thing, boss.”
“Not helping, Ms. King.”
Chase
Naked TV time is awesome.
Okay, so Bell made us both put on underwear because she didn’t want me distracted from the movie with her nakedness.
Please. She can’t fool me. We both know she really meant she’d be distracted bymynakedness. When I called her out on it, she just rolled her eyes, called me delusional, and commandeered the remote.
Whatever. Her boobs are still out, so I consider the boxer brief/panty compromise a win.
“Come out to the coast, we’ll get together, have a few laughs.” Bell whispers the words to one of her favorite movies before chuckling, her breath tickling my chest.
Her eyes lit up whenDie Hardpopped up on our streaming options. “A classic,” she said. I’m pretty sure classics are more in line withCitizen Kane,Gone with the Wind,or evenThe Godfather, but I hadn’t been stupid enough to argue with her.
