littered with it. The perfume tickles his nose and he sniffs, rubbing the back of his hand over his upper lip as footsteps approach from within the house. Beneath the perfume he can smell the ocean, hidden behind the property.
A slender, petite brunette answers the door. Valery Savaria, Yasha’s wife, gawks at Jacen, his plaid flannel pants, his flip-flops, his dazed, watery-eyed expression, and tsks, “Honey, you look fucking pathetic. Come on in. Yasha’s just finishing his shower. Went for a run.” Jacen follows her into the home like a lost puppy. “You need anything? Breakfast? Xanax?”
“Hug?”
“Yeah, okay. I can work with that. C’mere,” she says, waving him on, opening her arms as Jacen folds himself around her much smaller form and groans, the coffee held carefully out of the way.
“Fuck my life,” Jacen complains, grumbling into her hair, hanging loose and soft around her shoulders in dark tight curls.
“That bad, huh? Who is it? Man or woman?”
He grunts then admits, “Most of the time he’s a man.”
“Hmm. Well, that’s new for you anyway,” Valery observes, patting him on the back, trying not to get smothered, rolling her eyes as Jacen starts unconsciously groping her left breast through her shirt. “Is it serious?”
“In every conceivable way. Why couldn’t I just settle down with a good woman like you, and listen to what my momma always told me? That would have been so much easier. Shitty job. Shitty kids. Nice and boring.”
“Gee, thanks, Jace,” she scoffs, trying to untangle herself, but Jacen just wraps her up tighter, his busy, roaming hand now cupping the firm, healthy curve of her ass, the other playing with the ends of her hair.
“You know what I mean. I want a cool wife too, that lets me fuck guys sometimes and isn’t a psychopath. But no. I’m in love with someone that might not even be real.”
Shoving him away to arm’s length, staring up at him, she smacks his chest.
“Ow,” he pouts, rubbing the spot.
“You’re in
love
?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes you did! Who the fuck are you in love with?”
“Can I just talk to Yasha? There’s less hitting when I tell him stuff. Though he’s not as good a hugger as you. And you’ve got better tits.”
She turns and leaves him there, calling over her shoulder as she slips into another room, “Go on. Check the bedroom. I’ll be there in a sec. No way I’m missing this.”
“Great,” Jacen sighs, shuffling to the stairs leading to the second floor.
Yasha is there, getting dressed. Standing naked by the closet, he glances up when Jacen moves into view. “Oh. Hey,” Yasha says conversationally. “So that was you molesting my wife?”
“Yeah.” Jacen comes into the room and sits on the bed. Unscrewing his Thermos, he takes a sip and hopes it helps clear away the cobwebs in his brain. He’s temporarily, happily distracted by the slight wood Valery gave him. A few minutes later, his belly is warmer for the coffee, Yasha has gotten pants on and Valery is leaning against the wall near the door. Yasha sits down next to Jacen. Holding out a hand palm up, resting it atop the duvet, Yasha waits until Jacen lays his hand over it and squeezes it lightly.
“All right, go. What happened?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s just an obsession,” Jacen prefaces. “In a few days, we’ll have to fuck anyway and then the allure will be gone and I can go back to normal. Right?”
Valery shoots Yasha a questioning look, so he sighs, muttering quietly to her, “Liam.”
Her shock is apparent, so Jacen tries to ignore it.
“What happened?” Yasha presses.
“Exactly what I thought would happen,” Jacen says exhaustedly. “He was
beautiful
, and I just wanted to kiss him everywhere. Just kiss him. No more than that. But I couldn’t. It doesn’t work that way, so he was, like, upset that it was me that was touching him and I had to do it anyway. It was horrible. He was on the verge of tears and
A slender, petite brunette answers the door. Valery Savaria, Yasha’s wife, gawks at Jacen, his plaid flannel pants, his flip-flops, his dazed, watery-eyed expression, and tsks, “Honey, you look fucking pathetic. Come on in. Yasha’s just finishing his shower. Went for a run.” Jacen follows her into the home like a lost puppy. “You need anything? Breakfast? Xanax?”
“Hug?”
“Yeah, okay. I can work with that. C’mere,” she says, waving him on, opening her arms as Jacen folds himself around her much smaller form and groans, the coffee held carefully out of the way.
“Fuck my life,” Jacen complains, grumbling into her hair, hanging loose and soft around her shoulders in dark tight curls.
“That bad, huh? Who is it? Man or woman?”
He grunts then admits, “Most of the time he’s a man.”
“Hmm. Well, that’s new for you anyway,” Valery observes, patting him on the back, trying not to get smothered, rolling her eyes as Jacen starts unconsciously groping her left breast through her shirt. “Is it serious?”
“In every conceivable way. Why couldn’t I just settle down with a good woman like you, and listen to what my momma always told me? That would have been so much easier. Shitty job. Shitty kids. Nice and boring.”
“Gee, thanks, Jace,” she scoffs, trying to untangle herself, but Jacen just wraps her up tighter, his busy, roaming hand now cupping the firm, healthy curve of her ass, the other playing with the ends of her hair.
“You know what I mean. I want a cool wife too, that lets me fuck guys sometimes and isn’t a psychopath. But no. I’m in love with someone that might not even be real.”
Shoving him away to arm’s length, staring up at him, she smacks his chest.
“Ow,” he pouts, rubbing the spot.
“You’re in
love
?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes you did! Who the fuck are you in love with?”
“Can I just talk to Yasha? There’s less hitting when I tell him stuff. Though he’s not as good a hugger as you. And you’ve got better tits.”
She turns and leaves him there, calling over her shoulder as she slips into another room, “Go on. Check the bedroom. I’ll be there in a sec. No way I’m missing this.”
“Great,” Jacen sighs, shuffling to the stairs leading to the second floor.
Yasha is there, getting dressed. Standing naked by the closet, he glances up when Jacen moves into view. “Oh. Hey,” Yasha says conversationally. “So that was you molesting my wife?”
“Yeah.” Jacen comes into the room and sits on the bed. Unscrewing his Thermos, he takes a sip and hopes it helps clear away the cobwebs in his brain. He’s temporarily, happily distracted by the slight wood Valery gave him. A few minutes later, his belly is warmer for the coffee, Yasha has gotten pants on and Valery is leaning against the wall near the door. Yasha sits down next to Jacen. Holding out a hand palm up, resting it atop the duvet, Yasha waits until Jacen lays his hand over it and squeezes it lightly.
“All right, go. What happened?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s just an obsession,” Jacen prefaces. “In a few days, we’ll have to fuck anyway and then the allure will be gone and I can go back to normal. Right?”
Valery shoots Yasha a questioning look, so he sighs, muttering quietly to her, “Liam.”
Her shock is apparent, so Jacen tries to ignore it.
“What happened?” Yasha presses.
“Exactly what I thought would happen,” Jacen says exhaustedly. “He was
beautiful
, and I just wanted to kiss him everywhere. Just kiss him. No more than that. But I couldn’t. It doesn’t work that way, so he was, like, upset that it was me that was touching him and I had to do it anyway. It was horrible. He was on the verge of tears and
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