“Why are you so adamant about hiding your sexuality? Being bi or gay isn’t a taboo, you know. This isn’t the sixties.”
“None of your business.”
“You’re such a dick. I’m just asking.”
“Well, don’t. I told you this is just physical, so stay in your lane. My problem with my sexuality is my own. If you can’t accept that, I can go somewhere else.”
“Like fuck you will.” I grab him by the throat and relish the pop of his pulse beneath my fingers. “My cock is the only cock you’ll sit on, got it, baby?”
“You need to stop talking to me in that language.”
“But you enjoyed this language a few minutes ago.”
“I give up.” He releases a sigh. “Let me go so I can shower.”
“Can I join?”
“No.”
“Are you going to run away again?”
“I’m not running away. I’m leaving.”
I let him go with an exasperated breath and I expect him to fuck off to the bathroom, but he faces me.
“Don’t do this, Nikolai. I’ll see you in the morning?”
I release an affirmative noise and he smiles, but it’s tight, like my fucking insides.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but he shakes his head and slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a fucking lock.
Locking me out.
Figuratively.
Literally.