Fixing Desires Ch. 03: Loose Ends

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This story contains explicit adult content involving fictional characters, all 18 or older. All intimate scenes are consensual. Reader discretion is advised.

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(This story is part of the "Fixing Desires" series. New readers can start here or find earlier chapters on my profile.)

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Scene 1

It was one of those lazy, warm Saturday afternoons, and Brian stood outside the apartment's amenity center with his arms full of an entire week's worth of neglected mail... flyers, bills, a thick stack of coupon books, and one glossy, oversized magazine titled Maerthia Monsters Monthly.

He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed: faded gray tee clinging a bit too snug at the stomach, old athletic shorts with a bleach stain near the hem, and beat-up slides that slapped against the tile with every step.

As he tried nudging the door open with his hip, the whole stack wobbled. The magazine slipped out and skidded across the floor... stopping at the tip of someone's sneakers.

Black running shoes. Long, toned legs.

Kyra.

Even sweaty, she looked like she belonged in a music video. Her dark brown curls were pulled into a messy puff beneath a plain headband. She wore snug black gym shorts with a thin trim, and a matching sports bra that lifted just enough to hint at her petite chest. Her chocolate-brown skin shimmered from her workout, catching the sunlight like it was showing off.

She glanced down at the magazine with a grin and bent to pick it up... squatting low, her shorts stretching in a way that made Brian's brain momentarily short-circuit.

"Ooh," she said, eyeing the cover. "Maerthia Monsters? Didn't have you pegged as a trading card guy."

Brian flushed. "I... yeah, kind of. My brother owns a shop. I used to play a lot. Still do sometimes."

She flipped through it briefly, then looked up at him with a smirk. "So, you're a maintenance guy and a nerd. Look at us peeling back the layers."

"I'm basically an onion," he said, shifting the stack of mail awkwardly against his belly. "Mostly made of bills."

She laughed, handing the magazine back. As she did, a bead of sweat trickled down her neck... then slipped right between her breasts. Brian caught it in the corner of his eye, and instantly felt his ears go hot.

Kyra raised an eyebrow. "What are you fixing today?"

Brian cleared his throat. "Not working today. Unless, y'know... you need something fixed?"

Kyra gave him a sly smile. "That's a loaded offer."

He fumbled. "No... I mean... not like that, I just... uh... "

She waved him off, already turning toward the path. "Relax. I'm parched. Walk me back to your place? Jada's still out at her shoot, and I could use a little entertainment."

Brian blinked. "You wanna come over?"

Kyra looked back over her shoulder, curls bouncing. "That's what I just said."

He nodded like a bobblehead, still clutching the mail like a nervous shield. His heart thudded a little faster. Of all the people to run into today... and his place was an absolute mess.

They walked side by side in silence for a minute, the sun warming their backs.

"So," Brian said, glancing over. "You just visiting? Or do you live around here too?"

"Just visiting," she said. "Jada and I haven't had time to catch up in forever. I needed a break from school anyway."

"Oh yeah? Where do you go?"

"State. Senior year. I'm in Biology... genetics track."

Brian blinked. "Pretty and smart? Now you're just showing off."

Kyra chuckled. "Might put that on my résumé."

He smiled. "Why genetics?"

"I like figuring out how things work," she said. "Stuff most people never think about... systems, inheritance, weird little patterns in your DNA. It's kinda intimate when you think about it."

Brian rubbed the back of his neck. "I think I got, like... half of that."

She shrugged. "That's okay. Most people don't even ask."

They reached the stairs to his building. Kyra took them two at a time.

Brian huffed, catching up. "You and Jada go way back?"

"Yeah. Met in high school. We stayed tight, even when life got messy. She's one of those women who's always leveling up. Makes you wanna hustle just to keep pace."

Brian nodded. "She's single, right? I mean... after everything, I just figured... "

Kyra gave him a side-eye. "You really asking that?"

"I mean... you're staying with her. I thought you might know."

"She's not tied down," Kyra said. "But she's picky. Even casual stuff's gotta be worth her time. Jada's like a full-course meal... you better show up starving, and ready to do dishes after."

Brian laughed. "Got it. Duly noted."

They reached his door. Brian juggled the key in one hand, still balancing the mountain of mail.

"Just a warning," he muttered. "I wasn't exactly expecting company..."

Scene 2

Brian fumbled with his keys at the door, still cradling the awkward stack of mail in one arm. Kyra stood just behind him, casually glancing around the scuffed hallway walls... completely unfazed by the apartment building's usual grime.

She stepped in without waiting.

"That's fine. I was curious what your lair looked like anyway."

Brian's apartment was... exactly what she expected. And somehow worse.

The living room looked like chaos had pulled up a chair and settled in--takeout containers stacked in the corner, a couple of half-empty soda bottles chilling near the couch, a blanket drooping halfway onto the floor. The TV was frozen mid-battle in a turn-based RPG, one party member stuck in attack animation limbo. Game cases and controllers were scattered around like furniture.

But it was the walls and shelves that really caught her attention.

"Damn," Kyra muttered with a half-smirk, stepping over a laundry basket still full of clothes. "You really committed to the whole anime-and-fantasy lifestyle, huh?"

Brian flushed and dumped the mail onto the kitchen counter.

"I wasn't expecting company..." he mumbled again.

She ignored him, her eyes locking onto a small figurine near the TV - a plastic anime girl with massive cleavage and a skirt that wouldn't pass any dress code on Earth.

"Oh wow," Kyra said, crouching to look closer. "She's got hips and helium tanks."

Brian nearly choked.

"That's... uh... she's from a fantasy series. A battle priestess."

"She battle people with those titties?"

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's just... part of the aesthetic."

Kyra stood and turned to him with a playful grin.

"I'm not judging. Just... impressed. Takes guts to put your fantasies on full display like this."

Brian let out a sheepish laugh.

"Yeah, well... wasn't expecting an interrogation today either."

Kyra wandered further in, glanced toward the tiny kitchen, then back at the couch.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah," he said. "Been here a while."

She nodded toward the fridge.

"Got any water?"

Brian opened it and grabbed her a bottle. As he handed it over, she frowned down at her phone.

"Ugh... this thing keeps glitching every time I try to open the camera."

"Let me see," he offered, stepping closer.

Their fingers brushed as she passed him the phone. He tapped through the settings, then gave a quick nod.

"You've got a huge update waiting. That's probably messing with it."

Kyra groaned.

"Go ahead... I always hate updating though. Feels like everything breaks afterward."

Brian started the update.

"Might take a bit."

Kyra leaned casually against the kitchen island, arms folded under her chest.

"I've got time. Jada's still out doing her model thing... dressing up, or down... having fun."

Brian grinned.

"You two pretty close? I mean... I guess you'd have to be. Not every day people share that kind of arrangement."

Kyra laughed.

"Yeah. She's like a sister to me, minus the drama. We've always clicked... and she's been my pace-setter for years. I look up to her."

Brian blinked.

"So how long have you two... you know. Been open like that?"

Kyra chuckled again.

"Since high school. At first we thought we were just curious... but it stuck. Some friendships just work better with chemistry."

She peeled away from the counter and strolled toward the couch, flopping down with a soft sigh. Her thighs parted naturally, her shorts creeping up an inch as she sank into the cushion.

Brian caught the motion and felt his breath hitch.

The cushion gave a soft hiss beneath her weight. The warm, post-workout scent of her skin mixed faintly with the worn couch fabric. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes for a second.

"You're different," she said.

Brian raised an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"You're not what I expected," she murmured. "I thought you'd be more..." She paused, then smirked.

"Well, I thought I'd be bored."

"That's fair," Brian said, leaning on the wall. "Most people think I'm boring... until something breaks."

Kyra cracked one eye open.

"Or until they meet your collection of titty nuns."

He groaned.

"Please don't call them that..."

She laughed, then gestured toward the TV.

"You were playing something?"

"Yeah... just paused it to grab the mail. It's a slow game. More planning than action."

"Sounds like foreplay for nerds."

Brian didn't deny it.

She looked at him again, that mischievous glint back in her eyes.

"So... what now? Phone's updating. I'm half-naked. Jada's not here."

Brian hesitated. His gaze dipped from her legs to her lips... then flicked briefly toward the hall.

"I don't know..." he said. "Maybe we could pick up where we left off?"

Kyra tilted her head, clearly amused.

"So this is your idea of a follow-up appointment?"

That stopped him. His mouth opened slightly... but nothing came out. A slow flush crept up his face as the pressure in his shorts started making itself known. Subtle wasn't in the cards.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

"I guess you can show me what other surprises you've got hiding in your little kingdom."

She stood and walked toward him, water bottle swinging casually from one hand. Most of the sweat had dried by now, but a light sheen still clung to the small of her back... and behind her knees.

Brian's eyes flicked to the couch cushion she'd just vacated. A faint imprint lingered where she'd sat.

Something about that hit harder than expected. Like she'd claimed a spot... without even trying.

Kyra stepped in close and tilted her head slightly, eyes dropping to the growing bulge in his shorts.

"No wonder Jada asked for seconds," she whispered, lips curling.

Brian swallowed hard. He had nothing clever to say.

Kyra let the silence stretch just enough to tease, then glanced toward the hallway.

"You said you weren't fixing anything today... but I bet your bed's got a few screws worth checking."

Scene 3

Brian led Kyra down the hall, the quiet thud of her bare footsteps close behind. The apartment felt smaller with her in it... heavier, somehow. Like the air had thickened, tinged with sweat and suggestion.

He reached the bedroom and turned, half expecting her to pause at the threshold.

She didn't.

Kyra stepped right past him into the room, her eyes sweeping lazily over the unmade bed, the scattered clothes, an old handheld gaming system resting on the nightstand.

"You weren't kidding about the mess."

Brian scratched the back of his neck.

"Guess I should've cleaned up."

She took another step, still looking around.

"It's kind of cozy, actually."

He looked at her, not sure if she meant it or if she was just being nice.

She caught the look and smirked.

"Don't worry... I've seen worse. Still... might be time to show it a little love."

She sat on the edge of the bed, took a long sip from her water bottle, then leaned back on her hands. Her legs crossed at the ankles, shorts riding high.

"So... this your move? Let the girl do all the work?"

Brian stepped closer, heart pounding.

"I could help."

She raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling.

"Then help."

He reached for her waistband, fingertips brushing the warm skin of her hips. The fabric clung slightly from sweat but peeled down with a gentle tug, revealing sleek, glistening thighs and a pair of black bikini-cut panties that hugged her curves just right.

He crouched, easing the shorts down her legs. Her scent hit him - clean sweat, soft skin, something sharper... unmistakable arousal.

When he stood again, their eyes met.

Kyra reached for her sports bra and peeled it over her head in one smooth motion. She let it fall beside the bed.

Her breasts were small, lifted, perfect... dark areolas already tight with anticipation.

Brian cupped them, brushing his thumbs across her nipples until they stiffened under his touch.

Kyra hissed softly.

"Mmm... been waiting for that?"

"Since the mailroom."

He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue circling. Her hand slid into his hair, fingers tightening just enough to guide him. He moved to the other breast, feeling her pulse quicken with each breath.

Then she pulled back, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Your turn."

He pulled it off, suddenly aware of his pale skin... the soft curve of his stomach... the contrast between them.

But Kyra didn't flinch. She ran her hands down his chest, across his belly, and smiled.

"You feel good."

She leaned in, one hand on his hip for balance, the other curling around the waistband of his shorts. She gave them a sharp tug. The elastic resisted, then gave way.

His cock sprang free... flushed, thick, already leaking.

Kyra looked him over like she was studying a live specimen.

"Still impressive."

She remembered the glimpse she caught the night before - when he was buried in Jada, hands gripping her hips, that thick shaft glistening under low light. Now, up close... it hit different.

"You make it easy."

Brian was fully hard now, every nerve alert. He ached for her - her voice, her body, her approval. The whole thing felt surreal... but real enough to make his chest tighten.

Kyra curled a finger, beckoning.

Brian followed her lead, sliding onto the bed beside her. She lay back with her head on the pillow, watching him settle in beside her.

For a moment, they didn't move.

Just breathing. Thinking. Feeling it.

She hadn't expected this to matter. But something about the way he looked at her... like he wasn't in a rush to win, but just wanted to be there with her... it softened something in her.

She shifted, rising to her knees, and straddled his chest, facing away.

"Stay down," she said, her voice soft but sure.

Brian obeyed.

"You ever done 69?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

Brian hesitated.

"Not really. Tried once, in a dream... didn't even get close. Honestly... Jada was my first. Last week."

Kyra's grin widened.

"Aww... look at you. Climbing the ranks."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping lower.

"Just give me what you gave me last night. That mouth of yours knows what it's doing."

She scooted back, her glistening folds hovering above his lips. He reached up instinctively, gripping her thighs and pulling her closer.

His tongue met her pussy. Wet, slick, hungry. She moaned, grinding softly against his mouth. Her taste was heady... warm, salty, sweet. He licked deep, then slow, then flicked at her clit until her thighs twitched around his head.

Below, her hand found his cock. She stroked it slowly at first... then slid her lips down the shaft, her tongue swirling around the head.

Brian groaned into her, the sound vibrating against her.

"Shit... do that again..."

He did. Over and over. Flattening his tongue, circling, exploring. His hands slid down to her ass, spreading her gently. Her hips lifted slightly to give him more access. His tongue dipped lower... teasing the rim of her ass with careful, curious strokes.

Kyra froze for half a breath... then exhaled shakily.

"Not into anal... but I've always wondered..."

Brian didn't stop. He licked slow and deliberate, dragging his tongue in firm, exploratory sweeps.

Kyra let out a sharp, choked cry. Her hips bucked. Sparks ran up her spine. She tried to focus on the cock in her mouth, but her rhythm faltered.

He had her.

She pressed harder onto his face, gasping, moaning, losing track of everything except the way his tongue moved... hungry, patient, precise.

"Fuck, Brian... fuck, yes..."

Her thighs clamped around him. He freed one hand, sliding it under her to rub her clit in tight, slow circles in rhythm with his tongue. The sensation pushed her right over the edge.

She gasped, stiffened, and came... hard. Her body trembled against his mouth, wave after wave crashing through her.

She lifted off him, legs shaking, and dropped onto the bed beside him.

Chest heaving. Mouth wet. Eyes glazed.

"Jesus..."

Brian turned toward her, dazed and warm. She didn't say a word... just wrapped her hand around his cock again and took him into her mouth.

Her throat welcomed him this time. Slick and practiced, deeper, smoother. She was hungry for it. Determined. Her lips worked him with intention, her moans adding to the heat.

Brian's core clenched.

"You keep doing that..."

She pulled off with a gasp, licking her lips.

"Then fuck me already."

Kyra climbed on top, facing away again. She reached back, guided him to her entrance, and sank down with a slow groan.

Her pussy took him in... tight, dripping, perfect.

"Fuck, that's deep..."

She rocked her hips slowly, adjusting to the stretch, her ass bouncing against him in smooth, steady rolls.

Brian's hands gripped her hips, helping her move, matching her rhythm. Her moans filled the room... breathy, sweet, raw.

Her dark skin shimmered in the dim light, sliding up and down against his pale frame.

After a minute, Kyra exhaled and slid off him, rolling onto her side. She trailed a hand across his chest and gave him a soft pat.

"I want you to take control."

Then she kissed him. Deep, messy, open-mouthed.

"Finish it," she whispered.

Something clicked.

Brian rolled her onto her back, bracing himself above her. His cock was slick, aching, pulsing.

He lined himself up, then pushed in slow... inch by inch, her heat swallowing him whole.

Kyra gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Her body opened to him. Ready. Needy.

He began to move. Long strokes. Steady. Deep.

She clung to him. Her nails scraped his back. Her body rose to meet every thrust. Their sweat mingled. Their rhythm built.

"Harder... fuck... don't stop..."

Brian drove into her, gasping, groaning, his belly brushing her abs with every thrust. Her tight walls gripped him with every move, pulling him closer to the edge.

He felt it rising. The pressure. The pulse.

"I'm gonna cum," he panted, barely holding on.

"Outside," Kyra gasped... then paused. Her legs tightened.

"No... fuck it... give it to me. I want to feel it."

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Shaking. Filling her.

She cried out, her body milking him, holding him deep as he spilled inside her.

They collapsed together, breathless, tangled, wet.

Silence fell, broken only by the sound of their breathing.

Brian lifted his head, still stunned.

Kyra cupped his face and kissed him again. Deep. Sloppy. Hungry.

When they finally pulled apart, a string of spit lingered between their lips. She let it fall into her mouth and swallowed with a grin.

Then she wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

No words. Just that smile.

It said everything.

Scene 4

Brian lay flat on his back, chest rising and falling in slow, uneven waves.

Kyra rested beside him, one leg draped lazily over his. Her skin was still damp with sweat, her breaths shallow but steady. The room smelled like sex... musk and heat... maybe even a trace of the lotion she'd used earlier, now drowned out by everything they'd just done.

For a while, neither of them said anything.

Then Kyra stirred. She stretched a little, then slipped out from under his arm.

"I should probably hit the bathroom," she mumbled, her voice low and scratchy from effort.

Brian nodded, too drained to move.

He listened to her footsteps crossing the room... the click of the bathroom door... the flush, the water, the quiet return.

She came back naked, moving with that same quiet confidence... like she belonged here now.

No rush. No shame. No second thoughts.

She picked up her shorts and pulled them on, then walked out into the hallway. Bare-chested, barefoot, unbothered. Her body glistened faintly in the dim apartment light, and she moved like someone who had nothing left to prove.

She grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter. As soon as her fingers hit the screen, it buzzed.

"Damn," she muttered. "Didn't realize it was already this late."

From the bedroom, Brian heard the creak of the kitchen floor, the soft shuffle of her returning steps.

She appeared in the doorway, brushing a damp curl from her cheek.

"She'll be home soon. Her shoot's all wrapped."

Brian pushed himself upright with a soft grunt, wincing at a tender muscle.

"You heading out?"

Kyra nodded, tugging her sports bra back over her head.

"Yeah. Me and Jada need some girl time. That shoot she did? Big deal. Might open some serious doors."

Brian reached for his underwear and pulled them on slowly.

"Cool... yeah. That's awesome."

Kyra smiled a little and stepped closer. She ran her fingers gently through his damp hair, eyes soft.

"You're a good guy, Brian."

He blinked.

"Thanks...?"

She smirked.

"Just saying. You're sweet. Weird, but sweet."

He let out a breathy laugh, still floating.

"You think we'll hang out again?"

Kyra gave a little shrug, reaching for her phone again.

"I leave tomorrow. Early. Gotta finish the semester... and then I'm off most of the summer. Europe trip."

"Oh..." Brian said, quiet.

She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"You were fun. And Brian?"

He looked at her, eyes uncertain.

"You've got it. You just need to let yourself open up more. Pull things together... shake off the awkward. You already know how to fuck. Now own it."

Brian smiled, trying to act cool.

"Thanks."

But inside, something shifted.

Her words landed deeper than he expected. Not just a compliment... a spark.

Since Kyra and Jada came into his life, things had been changing. He wasn't just existing anymore. He was being seen. Wanted. Challenged.

And for the first time in a while... he believed in himself.

Kyra grabbed the last of her things and moved to the door.

Just before stepping out, she glanced back with a playful smirk.

"Oh, and maybe clean up a bit... in case Jada ever drops by."

The door clicked shut behind her.

Brian sat there for a long moment... her warmth still lingering on his skin.

As the silence stretched, he looked around the room... and really saw it.

Clothes scattered like afterthoughts. Food wrappers slumped along the baseboards. In the kitchen, a tower of takeout containers leaned like it was about to collapse. Socks peeked out from under the coffee table. A dusty film coated the TV stand.

His inside-out underwear still lay near the bed like a white flag.

It wasn't just messy... it was a mirror.

And for the first time in a long time, he couldn't ignore it.

He stood.

Started picking things up. Tossed clothes in the hamper. Wiped the counters. Ran the dishwasher. Even vacuumed, just a little.

Then he showered. Took his time. Dried off. Threw on a clean pair of shorts and a soft tee - nothing special, just fresh.

Back in the kitchen, he opened a food app and ordered Chinese. Something greasy. Something comforting.

By the time he landed back on the couch, his hair still damp, the sun had dipped below the windows.

He powered on the console.

But his mind wasn't in the game.

Not yet.

He could still feel her... the weight of her, the taste, the sound of her voice. It clung to him like a song that wouldn't stop looping.

Eventually, he loaded into a match--some chaotic shooter full of trash talk and noisy mics.

He moved his character into cover, tried to guard a flank, hesitated too long... and the enemy squad swarmed.

"Nice job, virgin!" someone barked through his headset.

Brian blinked. Then grinned, adjusting in his seat.

He scratched his scalp, still a little damp, and muttered under his breath.

"Yeah... if only you knew."

He chuckled to himself.

If only they knew.

Scene 5

Steam fogged the bathroom mirror as Kyra toweled off, her skin still warm and flushed from the shower. She wiped the moisture from her shoulders, then gathered her curls into a loose puff before slipping into a cropped tank and buttery-soft lounge shorts in pale cream.

No bra. No reason. Just comfort.

She padded barefoot out into the apartment, freshly rinsed and glowing. Jada's place always felt like a mix between a spa and a photoshoot - half-melted candles on side tables, dried flowers in slim vases, silky throws draped over the couch like they belonged there.

A few minutes later, the front door opened.

Jada walked in carrying two paper bags, one balanced in the crook of her arm, the other nestled between her purse and hip. She wore black leggings, a cropped hoodie tied around her waist, and sunglasses still perched on top of her head... even though the sun had set hours ago.

"Delivery queen is here," she called out.

Kyra leaned around the kitchen wall.

"You are my hero."

Jada dropped the food on the coffee table and kicked off her sneakers.

"I need to get out of these clothes before I sweat through the couch."

She vanished into her bedroom and came back a minute later in a rose-pink cami and matching drawstring shorts. The floral print was soft, almost invisible. Her makeup was still on, but her lips were bare now, and her braids were tied loosely behind her head.

The two girls curled up on the couch with their takeout - Korean fried chicken, rice bowls, and iced tea--and dug in.

Jada exhaled after her first bite.

"God, yes. I needed this."

Kyra grinned.

"Good shoot?"

"Yeah. Real good. The lighting was perfect, and the stylist actually knew what they were doing. Should go live next week... and if it hits, I could get two more out of it."

She leaned back, one leg stretched long over the other.

"It's wild, right? One shoot like this... and suddenly I'm not just 'hot girl in lingerie.' I'm someone they want to build a brand around."

She didn't say it to brag. It was just fact. She'd earned it.

Kyra raised her cup.

"To being booked and busy."

They clinked plastic tumblers and kept eating.

Halfway through the meal, Kyra set her drink down, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So... I did something today."

Jada glanced over.

"Oh?"

Kyra licked sauce from her finger, trying not to smile too big.

"Let's just say... I finally got a taste of Brian."

Jada blinked.

"Wait. What?"

Kyra nodded, grinning now.

Jada gave her a long, amused look.

"And?"

Kyra shrugged like it was no big deal... but her face said otherwise.

"Big. Focused. Surprising. I wasn't expecting it to be that good."

"Brian?" Jada snorted.

"Of course he did. Maintenance man knows how to work the pipes."

Kyra laughed.

"He ate me out like he was solving a murder. Got so into it. And when he was on top of me... I don't know. It felt... real. He had this quiet power."

Jada leaned back, letting out a soft laugh.

"I knew it. He's got that hidden stroke game. Sweet, soft-bellied menace."

Kyra shook her head.

"You're ridiculous."

"You're the one who got dicked down by the maintenance guy."

"And I have zero regrets."

She gave Jada a look.

"Did you know he's kind of a nerd? He's got figurines and everything. Big titty schoolgirls. You'd love it."

Jada raised an eyebrow.

"Girl, don't drag me into your anime fantasies."

"He just needs to clean his place," Kyra said, still laughing.

"I'll give him a hard time about it," Jada replied, smiling to herself.

"Might give him something else, too."

Kyra arched an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Jada shrugged, feigning innocence.

"He's had his hands on both of us now. Might as well keep the streak going."

They both burst out laughing... the kind of laughter that came from history and heat.

When their plates were empty and fingers greasy, they wiped their hands and stretched.

Kyra nudged her.

"So... we watching something? Or just skipping to dessert?"

Jada tilted her head thoughtfully.

"I was thinking something slow... indulgent..."

Kyra stood first, tossing her napkin into the takeout bag.

"Lead the way, girl."

Jada stood, flicked off the main light, and let the soft amber glow of the floor lamp fill the room.

They slipped into her bedroom without another word.

The door clicked shut behind them.

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Back in his apartment, Brian lounged on the couch, legs stretched onto the freshly cleaned coffee table, a carton of orange chicken in one hand and his phone in the other. His hair had dried into soft curls. His T-shirt clung gently to his chest, still warm from the dryer. The apartment around him was finally quiet... tidy... his.

A notification buzzed.

Jada:

Dinner next Saturday? Just us.

At your place this time.

Brian stared at the message for a second, his heart doing a little skip. He wiped his fingers and typed back.

Brian:

Would love to.

I hope I'm not in trouble for... you know.

I'm assuming Kyra said something.

The typing dots appeared... disappeared... then came back.

Jada:

Only trouble you're in is how hard I'm gonna make you work for dessert.

Brian exhaled, his cock already twitching in his shorts.

He muttered under his breath with a helpless smile.

"You've got to be kidding me."

He tapped out one more message.

Brian:

Dessert, huh? I'll grab stuff for sundaes.

Whipped cream, syrup... all the essentials.

Somewhere across town, he imagined Jada reading that with a smirk.

Then he picked up his chopsticks and kept eating.

Somewhere between bites, he realized...

He kind of liked this version of himself.