Attachment Strings by Chris T. Kat Page B

concede defeat when Alex stuttered, “I’m g-going to, ah, t-to come.”
    “Do it.”
    I thrust upward forcefully and that was all I had to do. Alex keened and shot his load on my belly. His ass muscles squeezed my cock as he pushed down hard. Blistering heat rushed through my veins, and suddenly I came in long spurts while yelling out my release.
    We kept grinding against each other until my cock softened too much. I pulled out and quickly tied up the condom and threw it on the floor. Alex winced and sighed.
    “Are you okay?” I asked, suddenly concerned.
    “Never been better. Wished you could have stayed inside me for a bit longer.”
    I didn’t know how to respond to that. Did he even expect me to respond? Probably not. He slid on his side, hoisted his leg up over my waist, and rested his chin atop my shoulder. In a drowsy voice he informed me, “You’re a mess.”
    “And you seriously suck at afterglow conversation.”
    “Unlike some unnamed people, I know I can’t be good at everything.”
    “Shut up.”
    “Woof.”
    I pulled him on top of me and held tight as he struggled to get away. “Now you’re a mess too.”
    He opened his mouth, but the shrill sound of a cell phone interrupted him. Alex’s head snapped up and concern showed clearly on his face. “I have to get that.”
    I let him go and watched him dive for his cell phone. I listened to his side of the conversation. “Hello? He what? How bad? Oh, hi, Sean. Yes, I’ll be home in twenty minutes. I love you too.”
    He closed his cell phone, then glanced at me. Did he wince? I probably looked as furious as I felt, which would explain his wince. Uneasiness radiated from him. “I have to go. A… some kind of family emergency.”
    Family emergency . Right. I got out of bed and briskly made my way over to the bathroom. I wiped the worst of his spunk off me while I listened to Alex dressing. He came into the bathroom, still without his shirt on. Hesitantly, he pointed at the towel in my hand. “May I use that too?”
    I flung it at him. He gave a satisfying yelp. I pushed past him and threw on my clothes.
    “Jeff, I’m sorry, but I think you’re getting the wrong impression here.”
    Wrong impression? I shook my head. Acidly, I said, “No need to be sorry. No strings attached, right? Get home and take care of your ‘family emergency’.”
    “See, that’s what I mean. Give me a second to explain it. Sean—”
    “Hold it; I’m not interested in explanations.”
    Alex swallowed. He finished dressing and nervously tried to smooth his hair. His voice sounded subdued when he asked, “Are we still going to repeat this? Next Friday, maybe?”
    I laughed. A hard, unpleasant laugh. “No, I don’t think so. It was a mistake, right from the beginning.”
    “What? No! It wasn’t! It—”
    I didn’t stay to hear the rest of his explanation. I was tired to the bones and my feelings were in complete uproar. I hurt. I fucking hurt and I had no idea how to deal with the intensity of my pain.

Chapter 8

     
     
    Saturday, April 10, 2010
     
    I WOKE up in a bad mood. In a terrible, I-feel-like-hell mood. I had showered last night and spent the rest of it tossing around in bed. Sometimes my body succumbed to sleep, but never for very long. Memories of Alex’s smooth skin, his muscles rippling beneath my fingers, and the sounds that escaped him as he keened in ecstasy left me hot and bothered. At one point during the night it was too much for me and I brought myself off. It didn’t lift my mood. Instead, it left me feeling hollow.
    Around six in the morning, I gave up my fight with sleep. I got up and stumbled into the bathroom to take another shower. Hoping to shake off my hellish mood, I turned the tap on hot. The water only scalded my skin. Thoroughly fed up with myself, I toweled off and threw some clothes on.
    Begrudgingly, I had to admit that my hell of a mood remained. On top of it, I was severely sleep deprived. Never a good combination.
    I