Fuck

Fuck MySpace.
... Fuck me.
Tyler gives me a strange look, the glare of the computer screen lighting up his bruised face.
He is wearing his fuzzy bathrobe again.
Fuck me, Tyler.
I glare at you on the computer... the computer we have because I beat up myself in front of my boss.
I grin.
Just kidding.
“Wow, for a second I thought you were serious.” Tyler says.
You’re just always on that thing. I wanted to see if I could get your attention.
Haha!
I laugh.
What would you have done if I was serious?
“Hmm...” Tyler says. “I’ll get back to you on that.
I grin again.
Oookay...
And I go back to reading.
And I go back to reading Reader’s Digest.
“You are complaining that I am always on this fucking computer, look at you and your damn Reader’s Digest.” Tyler says. “Besides, it’s your fault you got fired.”
“Your fault the computer is here,” Tyler says.
I glare at him.
I didn’t get fired. I still have a paycheck coming.
And leave the Reader’s Digest alone.
I cling to the magazine defensively.
It’s not my fault they’re all here.
I pout.
I go back to my reading.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Tyler says. He concentrates on the computer screen.
Are you on MySpace, anyway...?
Tyler ignores me.
“Besides,” Tyler says, “This is a good tool. I am not just messing around on this thing, I am also doing research.”
Oh.
I look at him suspiciously.
What kind of research?
“Finding other local liposuction clinics.” Tyler says.
Oh.
I’m a bit disappointed.
That’s not very exciting.
I sigh and stand, the water stained magazine falling to the crummy floor. I walk over to Tyler.
Are you being serious?
“Even if I was researching something interesting, why would I tell you?”
I look over his shoulder.
Because, I say. I’m the reason the computer’s here.
Tyler sniffs.
“Did you buy a different kind of soap?”
I look at him.
No.
I just made it especially for myself... that’s all.
I put some different herbs in it.
Or... not herbs.
Just different stuff.
“Oh. Well, you know what I think it smells like?”
I give Tyler a suspicious look.
What, ass?
“Haha,” Tyler laughs, “No.” He looks at me in the eyes. “B. O.”
I glare.
He laughs.
I narrow my eyes.
It’s cherry blossoms, by the way.
I stand up straight and walk back to the place I’d been on the dirty floor before... to read.
Tyler snorts.
They were in season, I say.
So, I used them in the soap. I mixed them with the lye.
“Are you sure there wasn’t too much salt in that soap you made?” Tyler says.
Yes, I was sure.
Maybe you’re just an idiot with your sense of smell.
“Or,” Tyler says, “You naturally smell bad and not even the bestest soap can cure you.”
Cure me, he said.
Like I have a disease.
Like I have a cancer.
Bestest?
Nice vocabulary, Tyler.
You know I don’t smell horrible.
“Oh, yes you do.” Tyler says.
Remember all those times you’ve had to carry me home after fight club?
“Yeah, it was nice. You were quiet. Weak. Didn’t talk much.”
Fuck you, Tyler.
You’re an asswipe.
Shut up.
I am Jack’s Raging Bile.
But I just sit down with my water stained magazine, grumpy... scowling.
“Why do you get so defensive? You know I love you, man.”
I said, ‘Shut up,’.
“Make me.”
I look at Tyler.
Fuck you, Tyler.
He stands.
“You wish.”
He smiles at me.
I glare at him.
I’m defensive because you won’t respect me.
I don’t care that much about your love, Tyler. I want you to respect me.
“Love is more pure than respect.”
You’re not a very pure person.
He ignores me.
“Love is something that doesn’t change. One bad move, and people lose respect for you that quickly.”
I am Jack’s Astonishment.
I swallow nervously and look at the magazine in my hands.
What do you know about love?
“I should know. People respect me from all around. Does anyone love me? Probably not. ... I don’t know much about love. I don’t know much about God, or my father either.”
I look at him quietly. I listen.
“So, that is why it is important to me.” Tyler says. “Respect is easy to achieve.”
I didn’t know you held love in such a pure state.
“There is a lot about me you don’t know.”
I’ve noticed.
I guess... it seems that you’re the kind of person who’d tell everyone that love is meaningless and that it doesn’t exist. That love is just a word tied on to weakness and people’s inability to let go.
“That’s one way to look at it.” Tyler says. “But I have learned that love is very strong.”
Oh?
How so?
Tyler ignores me.
“It’s not the inability to let go. It all comes down to choice.”
He takes a new pack of cigarettes from his bath robe pocket.
Choice, eh?
What is choice?
I laugh.
Choice is just having too many people tell you things.
“That may be, but it also shows your values and defines you as a person.”
Obviously.
One’s choices reveal their inner workings. Unless they’re trying to confuse someone. That’s always annoying. But... human nature is human nature, right?
He takes the plastic wrapping off the cigarette box.
I watch him.
He taps the cigarette box against the palm of his hand and opens it.
“You want one?” Tyler says.
I don’t smoke.
I smile.
Tyler takes one out and places it between his chapped, cut up lips.
“Ah shit. Left my lighter upstairs.”
You only have one?
I sigh and stand up.
Want me to get it for you?
“No,” Tyler says. “How can I show my respect for you if you act like my personal butler?”
I grin.
I get that, but I’m offering. That’s different than being ordered.
“True.” Tyler says. “Sure, go fetch.”
He grins.
I grin back, my lower lip splitting slightly in the middle.
Where is it?
“You are so worthless.”
Tyler smiles and places the cigarette back in the box.
I lower my eyelids and sigh.
Fine.
Tyler closes the box and throws it onto the ground.
I look at the tossed aside cigarette box and sigh again.
I am Jack’s Hurting Spirit.
The tossed aside box full of something Tyler craves, yet is too lazy to take reminds me of myself.
It reminds me of a certain woman.
Um...
“Hmm?”
When did you last see Marla?
“Why do you care?” Tyler says.
I look at him.
Why does it matter?
It’s just a question, Tyler.
We’re not in Project Mayhem right now...
“Okay,” Tyler says. “I saw her about a week ago.”
I don’t remember them fucking.
Where?!
“Um, in my bed.”
I blink.
A week ago...? Where was I?
“Um. Why?” Tyler says. “Don’t you remember?”
I look at him.
“You were probably in your room.”
But... Tyler, I always hear you two fucking.
Always.
Seriously, I do. Every single time. I can’t-
I shut up.
Nevermind.
I pick his cigarettes up and fiddle with the box
“You didn’t hear last time because we didn’t have sex.”
I stop fiddling and hesitate.
“I told her I needed a break from her.”
I am Jack’s Pure and Utter Surprise.
I laugh.
Wow... taking on abstinence? I thought you hated God.
“No,” Tyler says. “She just gets fucking annoying. I should find a new fuck. Sport fucking with Marla gets tiring.”
That’s understandable. She’s... a little crazy.
I grin and look at Tyler.
Have anyone in mind for your next sportfuck?
Angelface...?, I suggest and laugh again.
Tyler laughs.
“Angelface?”
Haha... Angelface and you.
“Are you kidding?” Tyler says.
I laugh.
Do I look like I’m kidding?
“Not really.”
Yes, I’m joking with you. That’s why I’m laughing. Buttwipe.
Fuck... you’d probably kill him.
I give Tyler a playful look.
“Oh, I would kill him?”
Yes.
“Are you claiming that I have a huge dick or that I am aggressive?”
Aggressive. That’s how rough you are. Damn you and your hardcore sexual urges.
“Ah...” Tyler says. “I fuck Marla. I think Angelface will be fine. If that were to ever happen.”
Oh? Why do you say that?
“Marla is so small. And skinny. And tiny.”
And Angelface is so thin... and delectable... and beautiful.
Heh.
Angelface would probably be a better person to fuck, looks-wise. I mean... he’s pretty cute.
“Eh, not my type.” Tyler says.
Oh?
I am Jack’s Enlightenment.
“I'm into the kind of people who have emotional problems, or people who are a bit insane.”
I am Jack’s Total Enlightenment.
I look at Tyler with a proud expression.
You think anyone in Project Mayhem is not insane?
“Wonder why I took you in?” Tyler says.
He laughs.
I laugh.
Goodness.
I think his emotional problem is dealing with the fact that his beauty is not appreciated here.
“That’s just dumb.” Tyler says. “I like his body, but, I have seen way better. Not really into the bright blonde either.”
Haha. He’s an albino, dumbass.
The only hot albino.
“Well, I’m not into albinos.”
Who cares? I think he’s sexy.
“Good for you, why don’t you fuck him then?” Tyler says.
I look at Tyler.
Y’know... maybe I will.
I grin devilishly.
“Besides,” Tyler says as he takes off his bathrobe and drops it on the floor. “You’re living with this.” He stands in just his sweatpants. He is shirtless. “I’m way sexier than that albino kid. Try not to think of me when you enter him.”
I look over Tyler’s perfect body.
Who said I was entering him?
I smile and take a step closer to Tyler.
“Oh, ho! You like being fucked? Well, I can tell you Angelface doesn’t look like the dominant type.”
When was the last time you saw him at Fight Club?
He beats so many people’s asses, it’s hard to believe.
“On Saturday...” Tyler says, eying me.
Heh.
Well, he’s very dominant. Not submissive at all... unless he wants to be.
I grin slyly at Tyler and take yet another step closer to him.
I don’t really like submissive people. They piss me off.
I get in his ‘bubble’.
“Well, you must really piss yourself off, then.”
I’m obviously not as submissive as I was before, Tyler. Not since I met you.
I lean towards him.
“Yeah, thank God.” Tyler says.
I reach my hand out and gently have my rough fingertips whisper over his angelic abs.
Tyler looks at my hand.
Tyler looks at my face.
“What are you doing?” Tyler says.
Caressing your abdomen.
I am Jack’s Blunt Reply.
Tyler smiles. “So, what do you want?”
I don’t know.
Well... I know. I’m just not going to say.
“Hm, then I guess you won’t ever get what you want if you never ask.”
Is that your philosophy, Tyler?
“No.” Tyler says.
Then... you.
“Be a little more specific.” Tyler says.
I want you.
“What happened to Angelface?”
Oh... I still want him.
He steps away from me and picks up his robe. He throws it over his shoulder.
“Sorry, Champ, I don’t have sex with people I love.”
What?
I am Jack’s Despair-Torn Heart.
Tyler ignores me.
“That only causes pain.”
Why?
How?
Sex is meant for love.
“Well. Because I will expect you to only belong to me.” Tyler says. “And that isn’t fair.”
What?
“Fair for you.”
I am Jack’s Mind Fogging Confusion
You think that if I have you I’ll still fuck Angelface?
Or I’ll still even want to fuck Angelface?
“Something like that.” Tyler says.
Hah!
You said yourself you’re way sexier than him.
“See. It causes too much pain.”
I am confused.
Tyler.
“The statement you just said makes me believe you would have sex with anyone sexier than me.”
Who’s sexier than you? You’re Tyler Durden.
“Hmm, you’ve got a point.” Tyler says.
Tyler smiles.
“Okay, only once. Let’s go.”
I am Jack’s Amazement.
Tyler, I haven’t found anyone attractive enough to want for a very long time...
Tyler heads upstairs.
“Well, then you are in for a treat.”
I follow Tyler, dumbfounded.
He walks through the open doorway of my room and throws his robe to the ground. Tyler cracks his neck from side to side.
I close the door behind myself.
My room?
Why my room?
“What’s wrong with your room?”
Tyler unties his sweatpants.
Nothing.
My shirt still has blood on it from the last fight club I attended with Tyler. I rip open my shirt, buttons spraying everywhere. I do not care.
“If we do this in your room, it will have a bigger effect on you. This is where you sleep every night.” Tyler says.
I blush.
I laugh.
Damn... you’re smart.
He walks over to me.
I unbuckle my belt and kick off my shoes.
Tyler whispers to me.
“I know I am,” Tyler says.
I smile.
Good.
I look in his eyes, his wild eyes.
He takes my shirt off my bruised and bony shoulders.
I smile.
Do you want to start?
‘Cut the foreplay’ and all that shit?
Or shall we enjoy the torture before the release?
“Whatever you want.” Tyler says. “This is your night.” He looks me in the eyes. “Only once.”
My brows furrow.
I lift my hand up to stroke his rough cheeks with my scabbed knuckles.
Why?
Do you think that fucking me only once will make me not go insane? I think I’d go crazy if I knew you’d never touch me like this ever again.
“Well, I do have a thing for insane people.” Tyler says. “And, I’d like to see you want me that badly.”
Heh.
Tyler sighs.
“Who am I kidding? I know I’ll just want more and more of you.”
Torture is always nice.
I smile.
I am Jack’s Random Thought.
Are you ashamed you want me?
“No,” Tyler says. “Actually, caring about the person I am fucking is a new thing for me.”
Is it?
“Yeah,”
I’m glad you give a fuck about me.
I run my fingers over his short hair.
“Of course I do,” Tyler says.
Tyler leans in and kisses me.
Tyler unbuttons and unzips my pants.
I lean into the kiss, instantly opening my lips to let him enter.
I wrap my arms around his neck.
I pull Tyler closer.
Tyler’s rough tongue enters my warm mouth gently.
I roll my tongue against his, tasting him.
He slowly pulls my pants and boxers down past my small, bony hips.
He tickles my sensitive, bruised flesh.
I twist wickedly in his arms.
The kiss is broken.
Goodness!, I cry out.
Tyler smiles. “Hmm?”
Don’t do that...!
I smile back, sheepishly.
“Well, Jesus, I’m sorry!” Tyler says.
Tyler begins to laugh.
I give him a slight glare and laugh with him.
“That was the first thing you said to me after you first him me in the ear.” Tyler says.
Heh.
I thought you were making fun of me.
Only I sound that gay.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I was.”
Right, right...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Tyler throws my pants down my legs with a tug.
I grin and step out of them happily.
My flaccid cock swings, slowly awakening.
I take Tyler’s hand and drag him over to the bed.
I get on it and position myself to balance on my lower back.
Get on me.
Tyler takes his sweatpants off (he has no underwear on) and obeys. He gets on the bed roughly, making the springs scream wildly.
“What a shit bed,” Tyler says.
Heh.
You’re the one who didn’t replace it.
I grin into his eyes.
“I’m hoping I won’t be able to hear it against your moans and screams of pleasure.”
Heh, sorry, but... I’m kinda quiet.
Trained myself that way.
“I can change that,” Tyler says.
Oh?
Is that so?
I place my arms over his shoulders.
Then, let’s see what you can do.
I attach my lips to his yet again.
Tyler is in between my legs. He leans me backwards, going down with me so I’m lying on my back.
The kiss is broken.
Tyler kisses my fucked up cheek with the ‘butthole’. Then my jaw line. The side of my neck. My chest. My nipple.
Tyler lingers there, biting gently.
One of his hands quickly grasps my cock, bringing it to life.
I breathe, my arms wrapped around his head, fingers intertwining with my hair.
I gently rock my hips so I can push my cock farther into his grip.
Tyler’s hand slides down near the base of my cock as my hips buck forward.
I whisper, Tyler.
“Hmm?”
I want you.
I lean my neck forward and kiss his dirty hair.
He lifts his mouth.
“Already?” Tyler says.
Yes.
I want you now.
I cling to his head; my feet tense in the thin sheets, grasping them.
Please Tyler... I haven’t had sex in, I don’t know, four years? And the last time I did it with a guy was over five years ago.
I’ve wanted this since you first punched me back.
“Four years?!” Tyler says.
Heh... four years. Yeah.
Tyler quickly lubricates his fingers.
“You’re going to cum so fast.”
Tyler smiles.
No actual lube, eh?
Heh. I masturbate, idiot.
“But, still,”
Yes...
But, still.
“Isn’t my saliva good enough?” Tyler says.
Oh, it’s better than ‘good enough’.
I unwrap my arms from around Tyler’s bulky neck and reach down to spread my ass, giving him better access.
This... will be so good.
Heh...
I am Jack’s Random Thought.
Y’know...?
“Hmm?” Tyler says.
I used to have a vibrator.
Tyler snorts.
It was purple...
And long...
“How long?” Tyler says.
12 inches and purely cylindrical.
Tyler slowly enters my tight anus with two digits.
I exhale slowly.
“I don’t know if I can top that.” Tyler says.
I smile.
Heh.
I haven’t used it in five months.
“What happened to it?”
It got destroyed when my condo exploded.
“Well, fuck, man, that sucks.” Tyler says.
I guess.
Tyler starts to finger-fuck me real fast.
I suppose it was nice...
Fuuuck...
I lean my head back and slowly let my ass slip out of my grip.
That’s... good...
Really good...
Tyler spreads his fingers apart, stretching me.
My breathing labors slightly.
I... remember putting the whole thing inside of me.
The vibrations almost... made me go insane...
Tyler kneels in between my legs. He grabs my dick with his other hand. Tyler jacks me off and fingers me in a pleasant rhythm.
Tyler looks at my face intently as I speak.
I used to think that the best way to die was to have an orgasm powerful enough to make my heart sort of short circuit itself due to a vibrator up the ass.
I pant.
F-fuck.
This is really good.
“Hah, I can really tell you haven’t had sex in a long time. You don’t know when to shut up.”
Tyler smirks.
I look at you and laugh. I am short of breath.
Fuck you, Tyler.
No... not in a long time.
Fucking... oh... yes...
I lean my head back and close my eyes.
Deeper.
I want you to fill me...
Tyler adds a third finger, not going deeper, just stretching me wider.
Tyler firmly pumps my hardening cock.
Oh... ah... mmmmn...
I moan as Tyler’s fingers stretch my eager hole.
I... I used to call myself a bitch while I fucked my own ass with my dildo.
Tyler decides I’m stretched enough. Tyler wants to fuck me. Now.
Prepare to be entered in ten, in nine, eight.
Tyler removes his fingers.
So many... dirty words... I was... so happy my condo had concrete walls.
I feel awkward without Tyler’s fingers inside me.
Tyler spits on his palm. He is probably the only person in the world who can do that while looking sexy.
Sex with commence in eight.
Eight, seven.
Seven.
I place my hands back to hold my ass open for Tyler.
“I thought you were quiet.” Tyler says. “Why would you need concrete walls?”
I was quiet when I didn’t live by myself.
I ramble, now, when I experience pleasure. The walls made my neighbors not hear me.
In seven, in six.
Tyler rubs his own dick, hard from my words; he lubricates himself.
“I’ve noticed,” Tyler says.
Heh... yep...
Tyler...
I tense my hole.
I want it in me...
“Okay, okay...” Tyler says.
Six, five.
Five, four.
My eagerness makes my fingers twitch.
Tyler looks at me.
I am Jack’s Want.
I pant.
He smiles.
I am Jack’s Need.
“How much do you want me?” Tyler says.
I open my eyes.
In four, in three, in two.
Two, one.
Badly.
I swallow my drool.
Prepare to be filled, now.
“Hah, good enough for me.”
Tyler enters my being without my consent.
Gasp.
Now.
Shivers run across body.
Now.
Sex commences.
Now.
Tyler’s hands are already at my sides.
I cry out.
Tyler!
Fuck!
“Not so quiet, huh?” Tyler says.
Oh! Fuck... fuck...!
“Relax.”
It’s... it’s good...!
I tighten my hole around Tyler.
Tyler, you’re big... God damn.
Tyler exhales sharply.
So thick!
An angelic expression crosses my face as the pleasure increases.
Tyler gently pushes in more.
I wrap my legs around his perfectly toned waist.
More, please...
I whisper.
I am Jack’s Lust.
I push Tyler in deeper with my tightening leg-embrace.
I look Tyler in the eyes.
More...
I want you in me...
Tyler rocks his hips, slamming the rest of his self inside me.
I want all of you in me, Tyler.
I gasp violently and twitch, my Adam's apple quivering.
Y-yes...
Tyler moans quietly.
Tyler’s sigh turns into a laugh.
“You are beautifully tight.” Tyler says.
Tyler rocks his hips, moving his self inside me.
B-beautifully?
I pant loudly.
Tyler inches out of me before he roughly pounds back in all the way.
You’re big like God.
I lie my head back and force Tyler deeper inside me by pulling my legs and hips towards each other.
I rock with him.
He thrusts in different directions, loving the feeling of my hips against his.
Tyler... pound my dirty ass... fuck me hard.
I am Jack’s Lust For Sex.
I wiggle my hips, causing Tyler to slam against my prostate.
Oh!
I gasp. My breath catches and sticks in my throat with the pleasure.
“Mm...” Tyler says. He swallows. “You like that? Heh, you act like such a whore in bed.”
Yes... I’m a whore...
I’m such a dirty slut for you.
I am Jack’s Rambling Mouth.
Tyler pays attention to where he’s placing himself.
“Here?”
He slams in hard.
O~oh!
I clench my broken teeth together. The muscles in my neck tense and shiver. I breathe in quick gasps.
Excitement flares throughout Tyler, I can feel it. Moans escape from his panting mouth.
I hold one hand to Tyler’s chest, the other weakly to my mouth.
Tyler’s hands snake under my arms and grab my shoulders as if he was doing a pull up.
“Take your hand away,” Tyler says. “I want to hear you.”
I feel Tyler deep inside me.
I obey nervously.
Fuck me...
I whisper.
Tyler thrusts harder and harder, using his strong thigh muscles and hips to penetrate my soul.
I place my arms hesitantly around his strong neck, pulling him closer.
Do me... Do my naughty asshole!
I am Jack’s Need For Release.
More... I want more!
Tyler!
My hips buck wildly against Tyler, yearning for his thick cock to give me even more delectable pleasure.
I-I’m clo~ose...
Tyler gasps.
Tyler licks his lips.
My Adam’s apple bobs wickedly; shivers run through my love-rent body like lightning through a stormy sky.
I can feel Tyler’s own orgasm tensing up in his groin.
Please?
I whisper.
“Fuck... ah...” Tyler says.
Can I come?
Let me come, Tyler.
“Hang on...” Tyler says.
Tyler grasps the base of my cock tightly.
“Not yet...” Tyler says.
Ah...!
He grins.
Y-you’re touching it!
It’s gonna explode, Tyler!
I rock against him, helplessly.
I... please!
Tyler...!
Come with me!
Come with me!
I want to orgasm with you... I want your essence in me...
I want you in me...! I want to come with you!
Complete me, Tyler.
Fuck me, Tyler.
Come in me, Tyler.
I am Jack’s Need.
Tyler rocks his hips wildly against mine; bruises pressing against bruises. The slight pain adds more onto all the wonderful sensations. His dick slams into me fast and violently, moving us and the bed, the mattress rising, the springs screeching loudly.
All Tyler can hear is my pleading and begging.
I know this because Tyler knows this.
His stomach muscles tense; sweat drips down the side of his face.
He lets go of my penis.
He lets go of reality.
Only he and I exist in this world.
He holds onto me and fucks my brains out.
My limp arms fall back against the bed, my eyes are shut.
Deliriously, I hold my breath, making the orgasm start. my oxygen-less brain goes slightly insane, intensifying everything: the feeling of Tyler’s huge cock filling my hole till bursting, the ache of my raging erection as it finally shudders with semen pouring from its sweet tip, the grasp of Tyler’s fingers digging into my bruises... The musky scent of his hair, the uplifting smell of our sweat and sex mingling... they fill my every pore, covering me with our emotions... our love. As my seed violently shoots from my sensitive, satisfied tip, I choke out (with the little breath I have left), "I love you, Tyler."
Tyler’s controlled thrusts begin to spasticly get more and more out of control.
I think he’s reached his limit, and then he fucks me harder.
With his own orgasm at its beginning, Tyler looks at my face.
We are moving, yet everything is still.
Cum jolts out from his tip, filling me completely, exactly what I asked for. His seed buries itself inside me. He slops into my ass still, the intensity of his release still going. He throws his head back, taking in all the emotions and sensations.
He can't express how he feels.
I know this because Tyler knows this.
So, he moans, loud, deep, in gasps and in profanities.
He thinks it is because he is too afraid to tell me that he actually loves me.
I am Jack’s Deep, Sexual Connection.
This must be love... why else do I know what Tyler knows?
My stomach quivers, my cock pulsates with my orgasm that feels like its lasting an eternity. I cling to Tyler with my spastic legs, afraid to let this moment go and to move on with life.
Tyler’s dick glides into me so easily, covered in his own seed.
“Wow... looks like I don’t know when to stop...” Tyler says.
He smiles and laughs nervously.
I pant.
Tyler pulls out of me reluctantly.
I tense my legs. I try to push him back in. I furrow my brows.
Tyler notices my actions.
I am still incapable of speech to tell him ‘no’.
He thrusts into my overly sensitive ass.
I whimper.
I moan.
“Fuck... more?” Tyler says.
I shake my head.
I open my bleary eyes to look at him.
I swallow.
Don’t leave me.
Tyler looks back at me.
“I’m not going anywhere, just thought it would be more comfortable with me outside of you.”
I shake my head slightly.
No...
I want you here forever.
Tyler is still panting.
Tyler suddenly collapses onto my flat muscled stomach.
“That took more energy than it should have.”
I lift my weak arms to surround him.
It’s because...
Nevermind.
“I was more focused on giving you pleasure, I think.” Tyler says.
He laughs weakly.
I pat his sweaty back.
Is this our only time?
“How many beers do I drink a day?” Tyler says.
I dunno...
Seven or nine or something...
Why does it matter?
I am Jack’s Idiocy.
“No... this will not be the only time.” Tyler says.
I smile.
Good.
“Hmm, I should fuck you more than the number of beers I drink a day. Each day... yeah...”
Tyler smiles.
I grin.
I agree.
I look over at him, eyes half closed.
Tyler...?
“Yeah, I love you, too.” Tyler says.
Good...
But, that wasn’t what I was going to ask.
“Hah, okay, then what?”
... Do you still think that I’d choose Angelface after this?
“Angelface would have to be one hell of a Sex God to make you want him over me.”
Hah.
He would need a bit more than looks if he were to sway me from this.
I rub my thumbs along Tyler skin.
This is... perfection.
... Tyler?
“God, what now?” Tyler says.
He smiles.
Have I hit bottom?
I smile back.
“You’re getting closer,” Tyler says. “You’ll make it someday. I’ll be there right beside you.”