Stay Away From Her Pt. 09

Welcome back, sickos. Thanks for sticking with me and these idiots.

When I wake up Chrisette is in the chair on my side of the bed, glaring at me. This, of course, means that the body spooning me has to be Todd. It takes me a moment to decipher her expression, but when I do it frustrates me.

"He doesn't know it's me," I whisper.

"Yes, he does," Chrisette hisses.

Argh; I want to throw everything everywhere. She's supposed to be guarding me jealously, not fuckin' Todd. I have this perverse desire to just go back to sleep and piss her off further. I mean, I'm pretty comfortable.

"Chrisette, it doesn't mean anything," I reply, sitting up slowly so I don't wake the man in question. "He's a-fucking-sleep and you aren't in here to grab. Plus, you're the one who wanted him in the middle."

His arm is draped across my stomach, and I carefully slide out from beneath it. Our parenting skills are on full display as we take this argument to the bathroom without disturbing anyone still asleep. It'd be funny if I weren't in the middle of it.

"Tell me what exactly you're mad about," I request quietly as I pee and Chrisette brushes her teeth. "Like, where is this coming from?"

She spits into the sink, holding her silky black hair away from her face. "You made such a big fucking deal about not wanting him to sleep in the bed with us, and now it's like I don't even exist."

Chrisette moves to let me wash my hands. That old feeling of crushing exhaustion starts to creep over me as I watch her in the mirror. "How long have you been feeling that way?"

"Ugh I hate it when you do that," Chrisette grumbles. "You're just trying to figure out how to end the argument."

"No, I'm caught off guard. Wasn't last night all about you?" In fact, wasn't this past year all about her? Suddenly I'm reminded of my mother-in-law shouting at me. What kind of household are you running? I'm so fucking tired.

My wife rolls her pretty brown eyes. "Let's not pretend I was the focus. You seemed to know when he was ready to come--"

"I think most guys have the same warning signs. You told me to watch."

"To watch me." Chrisette points her toothbrush at herself. "You watched him. And don't think I couldn't tell that you guys were extra touchy with each other. The whole 'keep Jesse warm' bit? Please."

I protest as loud as I think I can. "You wanted a goddam threesome! How the fuck else did you want me to behave?" I ask angrily, swiping the toothpaste for my own use.

Chrisette's tone is sarcastic. "Like I wasn't cock-blocking you, maybe?"

"First off: bullshit. Second: you both were five shots in," I remind her around my toothbrush.

"You weren't. What's your excuse?"

"For fucking what?"

Her dark eyes narrow. "Are you kidding--"

The baby monitor stops us both; fuzzy creaking sounds as Seth turns over in his crib. He'll wake up soon. Chrisette lets me finish brushing my teeth before pulling me out to the kitchen. I grab the monitor on the way.

Chrisette has been paying more attention to me than I thought. "You keep acting like you don't want to be anywhere near Todd, but somehow you are always around him," she says accusingly. "The gym."

"It's his membership," I counter.

"You're going out to eat."

I shake my head as I turn the coffee pot on. "Get mad at Todd; that was his idea." She had seemed fine with it at the time.

"All the little home projects."

"That's him paying for being here in the first place. Do you want to clean the gutters with me?"

She throws her hands up. "You can have an excuse for anything, but I know what I saw. It's so shitty, and dishonest, to pretend like you're desperate for us to work out, and then last night I could have been fucking invisible."

There's an uneasy feeling in my belly. Chrisette may be pulling examples from nowhere, but she's amazingly close to the mark. It's not like I didn't know that she was smarter than me.

The sound of the bedroom door opening signals Todd's arrival. How much of that did he hear?

"Jesse isn't to blame for how you felt about it, Chrissy," Todd says calmly as he strolls in. So he heard a lot. "I'd appreciate it if you would take responsibility for what you can control. And acknowledge that everything you're upset about right now is a result of people trying to do what you asked them to." It's nice to know that I'm not the only one he treats like a total idiot during conflict.

My wife gives him a withering look. "Why are you so protective of him?"

Todd kind of laughs. "I'm trying to be fair."

"Fair?" Chrisette scoffs, "to the guy you called an 'unfrozen caveman?'"

Todd's gaze meets mine. "That was before I knew him."

It's fine. I knew he thought I was stupid. It's fine. I pour myself some coffee. They won't want any since Todd always makes them pourover. I'm not hurt.

"Oh then please," my wife begs mockingly, "please explain to me why you were so fucking concerned with making sure Jesse had a good time last night."

"I'm right here," I try to speak up.

"Again, we did what you asked," Todd says evenly. "Are you mad because it didn't meet expectations? Like you thought it would be sexier to you?"

Chrisette ignores that. "Was last night the first time you ever had a threesome with another man?"

"No," Todd answers. Not surprising.

"So what, you prefer men now?"

I glance between them. Surely she already knows he's pan, right?

Todd looks a little upset for the first time. "Because I paid attention to both of you during the threesome that you wanted? Don't push your heterosexual shit on me because you've only seen me with women."

"Oh, then in that case please enlighten me," Chrisette asks, frustrated. "What have I been seeing here? Are you in love with him?"

Todd glances at me, but I can't take this anymore.

"Obviously not, Chrisette," I cut in. She finally turns to me, but my next target is the rat bastard. "What's your fucking game, man?"

Todd gazes back at me blankly.

"Oh my god. Enough. Chrisette, remember that big fight we had about you emotionally cheating on me with Todd?"

She rolls her eyes. "Which one?"

"The last one. You stayed at your mom's and asked Todd to get your charger."

Her expression says I'm being dumb. "Why are you bringing that up now?"

Here we go, Jesse. "Because we did fuck--"

It's a miracle that Chrisette's voice doesn't shatter glass. "What?!"

Todd huffs. "Oops."

"After I started a fight," I continue, "I don't know; it just kinda happened. Very bad choices all around. It should have ended there--we still hated each other--but he blackmailed me for like a year. Last time was on our goddam wedding night, Chrisette."

She looks at Todd. "Is this true?"

"This is Jesse's version," he replies smoothly.

"Chrisette, ask yourself why I was so careful not to accuse you of anything after that. Ask yourself why Todd was okay with spending time around me even though I told you like a million times how much I fucking hated him."

Todd shoots me a look I can't read.

"And why in hell I would ever let his shifty ass into this house? Guilt and blackmail. And I'm fucking tired of it."

"Blackmail's a pretty strong word," Todd remarks.

"Jesse, what is wrong with you?" Chrisette exclaims.

I hit the countertop in exasperation. "Why the fuck would I lie about something like that? Todd is a bad person, Chrisette, and whatever you think he feels toward you or me is a goddam lie."

"Babe here is mad because of yesterday, Chrissy," Todd explains. "This is why I wanted you to have a conversation about it first."

"I never wanted him here; I never wanted any of this," I go on, feeling the red heat of my anger washing over me. "All I ever wanted was to start a family with you, Chrisette. Just you. You're the one who wasn't satisfied."

"How can you say shit like that if you've been cheating on me with my best friend since even before we got married?"

I spread my hands. "Because it's true!"

"You did tell me multiple times that you were basically doing Jesse a favor by being with him," Todd chimes in, which... why? That is fucking hurtful.

Chrisette rolls her eyes. "Oh my god, are you fucking defending my cheating husband?"

"You cheated, too," I remind Chrisette. "And now it sounds like you had one foot out the door from the very beginning! I'm not saying this makes what I did any better. God knows I've spent the last two years hating myself..."

"Oh, come on," Chrisette groans.

"But for fuck's sake. Like, I am so fucking confused by you! Three weeks ago you brought home a goddam child--"

"He wasn't a child!"

"Fucked him on the couch that we picked out together," I'm shouting as loud as Chrisette now, "and somehow I'm the bad guy? I let this asshole move in with us after you fucking left me with an infant, and you've been going at it all the fucking time and I'm supposed to be fine, as if my life's dream was to be a fucking cuck, but sure. I'm the villain. Even though you have been on Todd's dick for months. "

"Well, apparently you fucked him first!"

Todd adds for no good reason, "It would have been that one time, but Jesse really likes getting it up the ass."

"Out of my house. Both of you. Get out, now." I found my breaking point. I jab my index finger at the biggest asshole in the room. "Give me the house key."

He gives me calm down hands. "Jesse, whoa--"

"Gimme the goddam key!"

Of course this is when Seth starts making noise. Todd starts toward the hall, but my wife stops him with a hand on his arm.

"Come on, Todd," she says. Chrisette grabs a pair of my joggers off the pile of clean laundry on the couch and she hops into them. Why is she still on his side?

Todd shakes his head but does as requested. The key clatters onto the counter with satisfying finality.

I stalk down the hall to get Seth out of his crib, trying not to let my mood come through to him. "Not your fault that Mommy and Daddy are such fuckups," I singsong as he reaches for me.

He hesitates for a second--it hurts my feelings until I remember he hasn't seen me with a clean shave because Todd handled bedtime yesterday. Then Seth mushes his chubby face into mine. "Hi Dada. Dada dada dada."

"Yes, sweet boy. I'm here."

There's so much I wish I could have said to them, or at least said better. An "I'm sorry" would have fit in there somewhere, I'm sure. Having everything out in the open should feel better, but mostly I'm still fucking furious. What was the last year for if it was going to fall apart so fast? Pretty dumb for me to torture myself, to live in fear that if I set one goddam foot wrong that it would send Chrisette into a spiral, only blow everything up just because I didn't like the look on Todd's face.

Seth thinks me snapping clothes as I fold them is hilarious, so at least somebody enjoys the situation.

"It's just you and me, kid," I tell him, ignoring the crushing weight trying to settle onto my chest. "You and me from now on." It's fine. We'll be fine. My chest hurts. We'll be fine.

Having a panic attack with a toddler running around is one of the worst possible things I could do right now, so I get us dressed and go for a walk. Seth's weight on my back and the brisk air on my face helps my body to remember it exists and functions. I don't have to think too much because Seth asks "Dat? Dat?" every five steps. It's a mailbox. It's an airplane. It's a tree. We're fine.

It's not until I'm rocking with him before his nap that Seth indicates he noticed we've been home alone all day. "Mama?" he asks, and even though I know he's just stalling I feel my pulse speed up.

"Mama is out," I answer. "She'll be out for a while."

Seth seems satisfied with that answer because he snuggles into my chest and lets me lull him to sleep.

Oh my god. Shit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What have I done? Is Mama out for a while, or is she out forever? This can't be the end. I'm not cut out to be a single parent; I was barely hanging on with two other adults. Are the Shens still going to want to be in Seth's life, or have I cut him off from his only family within a thousand mile radius? The weight on my chest grows. Should we move closer to my mom? We're not close like the Shens, but maybe Mom would like being an involved grandma. My throat tightents. Can I afford to move? Is Chrisette going to fight me for custody? I should have been nicer to her coworkers; I could at least get a recommendation for a good family lawyer. My skin is hot. Shit. Shit. Shit. I've really fucked this up.

The doorbell rings. When I open up to see Todd on the other side--couldn't even give me a full day to calm down--I almost shut the door on his fingers. I gotta install a peephole.

"Count to ten and hear me out," he says, barging past me into the living room.

I grit my teeth. "What are you doing here?"

"All the way to ten. I'll do it, too." His hair is wet and he's wearing a different t-shirt. Either he keeps spare clothes at the gym, or he's already found someone else to fuck.

One, two, three, four--wait, why the fuck am I going along with this? "Out with it, asshole."

"I'm not leaving you to raise Seth alone."

"That's not up to you."

"Jesse, just ..." He scrubs his hands over his jaw tiredly. "I already told Chrisette the same: I'm staying here, no matter where she goes."

"'Here' is not your choice, dumbfuck."

"I'm not saying I won't move out ever in life," Todd lies quickly, "but it would help you for me pay rent and utilities and stuff."

"I don't fucking need your help, Todd!"

Todd looks mad. "Are you kidding me right now? I've basically been doing Chrisette's job the whole time I've been here, man! You wouldn't have taken a single minute to do any of your own work if I hadn't pitched in."

Oooooh I'm gonna hit him. I'm gonna knock those glasses off his stupid face. Take a breath, count to ten. "I'll hire a nanny." One, two, three...

"You can't afford a goddam nanny. I already give a shit about Seth growing up to be a good human being, and for free. And I can tell you're close to another panic attack. Want me to guess what triggers them?"

Self-righteous prick. "Just get out of here, dude." Seven, eight...

"I can't."

Is he fucking serious? This motherfucker has the stones to tell me that he's not leaving my house because I need a babysitter? Which I only need because fucking Todd got involved in the first place. Now he's going to tell me I need his help? When did I get close enough to grab his shirt?

"I don't want you around." I snap each word out, failing to rein in my temper.

Todd's light eyes narrow a little. His hands reach for my throat and I instantly grab his forearms, but instead of choking me Todd brings my mouth to meet his. I'm surprised enough to let it happen, and then happen again, and then his tongue is on mine and my hands are on the back of his head.

"Fuck me," Todd orders, biting my lower lip.

"I don't want you."

He places one palm flat on the front of my sweatpants and looks me in the eye. "Yes, you do."

My cock is growing under his hand. I could say no, because I really don't want him near me, but I'm so goddam angry and I want to hit Todd right in his square jaw and throw him out on the front lawn and toss all his shit out the window and fuck him. Todd curls his fingers around my balls and I gasp.

"Attention, soldier," Todd says with a smirk.

I shove him to his knees. "You want it so bad? Prove it."

This isn't me. This is some asshole who doesn't know how to cope with stress. This is some idiot who thinks he can hate-fuck another dude and it doesn't mean anything. This is some moron who thought he could fuck around without consequences, as long as the blackmail demands were met.

Todd hasn't lost his smug smile. "Did you count all the way to ten?" he asks as he pulls my sweatpants down.

"Fuck you!" We both freeze when noise crackles from the baby monitor. If I woke Seth up then I have an excuse not to deal with this... but the grainy video shows that he just shifted in his crib. I try to regain my self-control. "That's a clear sign--"

Todd doesn't let me finish the thought. "Shut up and let me blow you."

I'd be a real idiot to argue with that. "Dude, what are you trying to prove?"

So I'm an idiot.

"I could tell you wanted to fuck me last night," Todd taunts, tonguing my balls. "You may have been fucking your wife, but you wanted to come in me."

"Shut up," I order.

Todd doesn't, even as he wets my shaft with his tongue. "I saw you trying to hide a semi when Chrisette was blowing me. You could have gotten hard again; I could have fucked you while you fucked her. You should have said something."

"Shut," I grab Todd's hair and shove his mouth onto my cock, "up."

Todd finally obeys, bobbing steadily over my shaft with wet, loud slurps. My knees are shaky; I lean back against the table, gripping the edge so hard my knuckles turn white. Todd holds my cock by the head against my stomach so he can run his lips over the underside. Up, down, flicking his tongue out to wet his path, from the pulsing head to my tightening balls. He takes one in his mouth and rolls it over his tongue, and I almost pin him in place. Fuck it's good. But Todd looks up at me from underneath his long eyelashes, this smug-ass glare, and I cover his eyes.

Todd pulls off; shakes my hand away. "Don't do that."

"I don't want you staring at me," I say, not liking how pathetic that sounds.

He makes a face. "If I have your cock in my throat, I get to look wherever I want."

I scoff. "If you can actually deepthroat my cock, I'll let you sleep in the bed. Until then, shut your fucking eyes." It's a mean thing to say. Todd, however, seems to take my word for it because he immediately starts trying to swallow my whole shaft.

His lips slide warmly closer to the base as his tongue works to fit me inside his throat. Fuck, but that is good.

"Are you seriously trying to do this?" I ask. Todd's reply is to pull back, take a deep breath, and sink on my shaft until his nose is pressed against my groin. Holy fucking shit. His throat works around me, pulling at my shaft and massaging the tip.

I stand, grabbing his head along the way. I could skull fuck him and then be done with it. The temptation to shove my cock back into his throat is almost overwhelming. He'd hate it, anyone would, but I could relieve the pressure building in my belly by filling this motherfucker's face with cum.

"You want to fuck me again, don't you," Todd says smugly. "Go ahead, Jesse. Fuck me."

Pulling him to his feet, I stalk over to the couch. God, he makes me mad. I throw him face down on the sofa and lift his hips, yanking his pants below his ass. Oh, I'll fuck him. I'll fuck him until he can't see straight.

Todd makes a noise that sounds like "Jeefuh!" and grabs my hip. "Did you grow between my mouth and my ass?"

Spitting on my hand, I withdraw and slick up my dick.

"You want to stay?" I grit out. "Then take it." I push slowly but steadily, sinking deeper into his hot center until my balls rest against his.

Todd is not shy. "Fuck, that's nice," he exhales. "I missed your cock in me."

I think I do grow a little more. It's hard to stay mad when my body is so fucking happy, but I make a strong effort. This is payback.

"That's it, big boy," Todd taunts. "Big strong man with his dick all the way inside another dude."

"Shut up."

"Does that feel good, you fucking prick? You like stretching my ass?"

I pound him harder. "Shut the hell up."

He grinds back at me. "Admit it, Jesse. You've wanted to fuck me since the day we met."

"Shut up!" I push his head into the cushions to muffle his voice. I admit to nothing, not to when I first wanted to fuck him, not to how tight his ass is, not to how hot he is under my hands. Todd doesn't need anything more to lord over me. Every time we fight he'll be all, What, you gonna find someone else? Nobody turns you on like I do. Or, you said you were glad it was me who came back instead of your own wife. I'd never hear the end of it.

"On purpose," Todd is groaning.

"Huh?" I let him turn his head. Shit, did I bend his glasses?

He gives me that look I hate over his shoulder. His glasses are fine. "Fuck me like I did it on purpose."

I slow down my pace. "What's 'it,' you bastard?"

"Like I knew" he grunts, "Chrissy would get mad--fuck, you're so deep--if she thought--just like that--she was losing me to you."

That makes me mad enough to shove my whole cock all the way in at once. Todd yelps. Good.

"Is that what happened?" I demand, grabbing his hair.

"Yes. Ah!"

My face is so hot I might pass out. I've never been so angry. "How long have you been planning this?"

Todd is rubbing his forehead against the couch, bucking under me. "Only since--holy shit, man--you asked me how to leave her. Swear to god. And, oh fuck, this isn't exactly how I thought it would go. Oh my god that hurts."

"You want it to hurt?"

"Fuck yes." Todd sounds smug until I slap his ass so hard it leaves a mark.

"You feel bad now that you got what you wanted," I growl, yanking his hips towards me.

"Yeah," he gasps.

"You think me fucking you is gonna help, huh?"

"Yes."

"It won't." My hips smack his ass so hard it stings. I don't care. I could be on fire and I'd keep fucking Todd until I turned to ash.

He groans. "Jesus! Are you trying to come out the other side?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"And here I thought," Todd pants as I pound him, "that depression, ah shit, fuck, depression kills your--fuck, man--your sex drive."

He's still got little comments, huh? I swing a leg around so I can put my foot on his shoulder. It feels like a move he would have pulled on me a couple years ago. Knotting my hands in his shirt, I ride him like a horse. I can't tell if Todd's repeated "Oh fuck" is from pain or pleasure. Unless he's been running around getting cock on the side, I may be the last cock to have been in him. Two years ago. Todd is as tight as I remember; a hot vise pulling me inward, over and over again. I can feel a mean grin stretching my face. I'm gonna wreck him.

"Fuck that's good," Todd says thickly. "Oh my god yes, fuck me just like that."

This isn't how I wanted it, but I can't stop fucking Todd and I compulsively spank his juicy ass.

"Are you even sorry?" Slap.

He manages to huff a laugh. "No."

I'll make him sorry. "Fucking bastard." Slap.

Todd is smiling? Grimacing? when I pull out and slam him onto his side, throwing his leg over my shoulder in the process. He's still so tight. I feel like a fucking god of sex; Todd throws his head back and makes this deep guttural groan.

"Yes, Jesse."

I slam my cock into him. "Tell me you're sorry."

"Sorry," Todd mumbles, jerking himself.

I spank him, bite his leg. "Louder."

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry, who?" I smack him again.

"Sorry, Jesse!"

"Fucking right you're sorry." Wrapping both arms around his thigh, I pump my cock in his hole. His ass is swallowing my aching dick with every hard thrust. We're both coated in a slick layer of sweat. Shit I'm so close. I'm so fucking close.

Todd reaches back to hang onto my hip, squeezing hard enough that I know it'll leave marks. "You're gonna come," he tells me.

I fucking know, motherfucker. I shake the sweat out of my eyes, thrusting harder.

"Drop that load in me," Todd dares me. "Coat my goddam guts, fucker."

I can't even to tell him to shut the fuck up because my body is shuddering in anticipation, my lungs shudder and every hair on my body is standing up. My balls tighten, my hips rock into Todd hard enough to break him. He slaps my hip, looks up at me with a challenging smirk.

"Come on, Jesse."

It feels like lightning strikes my spine. I slam my cum into him with deep thrusts, biting back the roar that wants to burst from my lungs. My body pulses with release. Todd's "fuck yeah" matches my own, but he doesn't let me slow down.

"Don't stop don't stop don't stop," he orders, grinding underneath me, and I keep thrusting even though I'm fucking sensitive and deflating.

"Fuck, I'm coming," Todd groans beneath me. His ass squeezes the last of my cum from my shaft as he ejaculates onto the couch.

I would be fine to stay there for a moment longer, but Todd pulls away from me and stands up. His light eyes look at me differently than I'm used to. What just happened? Did he... win, or something? Todd brings his hand to his mouth--covered in cum--and licks the fluid from it.

"Todd, I..." An apology dies in my throat.

"That'll do, pig. That'll do," he says. Todd strolls bare-assed down the hall, my handprints still clear on his skin, and the shower turns on a moment later.

I guess he's staying.