Three is the Charm

Five | Trying to move on

Abby

Abby sneaked into the flat he shared with Bitso. Every step was a sweet reminder of the amazing night he had with Peter. He was going to feel him for days to come. A self-satisfied smile spread his mouth. Abby shook his head. He was acting like a fool. One night and he was already smitten. He reached his room without running into Bitso. But of course Bitso wouldn’t be home. He was busy denying his feeling for his sexy and tall photographer. Their modelling sessions usually started early and ended very late. Abby was glad for that. At least he could sleep half the day away before his next shift at DeLuxe. The club will definitely be packed tonight, being it Friday.

“Bath and sleep, in that order,” Abby said to the empty room. He slowly took off his shirt. He put his hands into his trouser pockets removing lose money and keys. His fingers touched something velvety and soft in his right pocket. There it was the blindfold Peter had wrapped around his face. He brought the dark cloth to his nose. He imagined Peter’s scent and warm hands touching his face. His c**k became hard just thinking about it. With a huff he brought his hands down.

He couldn’t do this again.

No.

He couldn’t get obsessed with another man he couldn’t have.

Abby put the blindfold on the bed. He’ll throw it away later. Now he was still feeling needy. He couldn’t erase Peter’s memory just yet. It was so fresh and real, that he could almost touch and feel him.

Despondently, Abby walked into the bathroom taking his clothes off one at a time. There he’d done it again, Abby groaned, he’d found an ache that will haunt him forever, as if Baile wasn’t enough. His breakup with his therapist had hurt far more than he’d thought was possible.

Six months. That’s all it took for him to be attached to that man. The fact that he was so perfect for him, a detail Baile didn’t want to see, poured salt to injury.

Fuck his ethics, job and his guilty feelings of believing that he was taking advantage of him, Abby vehemently thought as he remembered Baile’s long winding breakup speech and equally long list of recommendations as if he will ever look for another therapist.

Fuck him!     

Abby wanted to scream. Instead he filled the bathtub, and submerged himself in the warm water. 

“No more,” he said to the empty bathroom. His voice echoed in the small space, making it sound like someone else had spoken the very words he had. He stared at the white tiles on the wall, noting its cold and sterile surface.

“More, more, more, more, mor, mo, m,” the voice echoed until it was a whisper in the back of his mind. Abby hummed trying to silence it. But it continued becoming an unintelligible murmur that threatened to drive him crazy and lock him in a place where he was numb all over.

No. Abby continued to hum as his hand slowly descended down his body to grasp his c**k. s*x always helped. Abby stroked his c**k a few times making it hard. He felt the slippery smooth skin as it thickened in his hand. He remembered Peter’s hot mouth on him, sucking and swallowing him down his throat.

Abby moaned in the silent room, the sound reverberating against the walls. This voice sounded so good. He shot out his hand, to ruffle in the cupboard that was next to the bathtub, searching for the suction cup dildo he used to relieve himself. Finding it, he plugged it onto the inside of the bathtub facing the wall.

Getting to his knees he faced the wall and scooted back to the dildo. It was crammed in there, but he loved it – feeling the wall and the cold porcelain surrounding him like two hard male bodies.

Surprised that he found hot! Abby shivered.

 He closed his eyes, as his imagination took hold. He leaned his forehead on the tiled wall as he spread his cheeks and pushed back. Peter had stretched him nice and good. He didn’t even need lube to ease the way in. Abby gasped as the dildo bridged his hole, stretching him so good. His c**k hung low, breaking the surface of the water every time he rocked his hips. He imagined a wet mouth there taking him all the way in. He pumped his hips fast and hard.

With a groan he came hard. He shivered as sparks exploded over his skin. The feeling was like ecstasy chasing away the numbness and the voices.

He breathed deep tuning into his surroundings – the water was starting to get cold, the smell of the soap he used filled his nose making feel alive.

He was home. Everything was all right, Abby thought. He yawned suddenly feeling tired.

“Finish bathing and then sleep,” he said to himself. Abby got off his knees and then washed up.

Once he was done he cleaned up and put away everything where it supposed to be, leaving the bathroom sparkling clean. He went into his bedroom and got ready for bed. He lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Baile filtered through his thoughts, but he pushed him away. He clung to Peter’s voice, feel and warmth, allowing him to pull him into sleep.

“It’s only for now, Abby,” he said to himself, as sleep took over.   

***

 “Are you not going to work tonight?” Abby wriggled his nose as something touched it. He opened his eyes to find Bitso staring down at him. He stared back at him in confusion. “Do you know what time it is?”

“What?”

“Six thirty, aren’t you supposed to be at work right about now?” Bitso stared at his invisible wrist watch.

Damn the drama queen, “why didn’t you wake me up?” Abby shot out of bed and rushed to get ready.

“Because I just got here, and I’m doing just that.” Bitso turned to leave with a huff.

“Thank you!!!” Abby called after him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.”

Abby rushed to get ready and practically ran to work. Thank f**k, it was only a block away from his flat. When he reached DeLuxe he used the staff door to get in.

“You’re late!” His manager, D shouted from the staff room door that led into the interior of the club. How he knew just when he would arrive so he could holler ‘You’re late!’ at him, Abby didn’t know.

“I know, sorry.” Abby quickly tied his apron and made his way to the main area of the club. Thumping music assaulted his ears as he entered the dance floor area, turning towards the bar.

“You have a visitor,” D shouted close to his ear. Abby touched his chest to calm his rapidly beating heart.

Fuck D! give me a heart attack, why don’t you? Abby internally complain turning to him. He hadn’t known the man had followed him.

“What?” Abby asked once he finally came down.

“He’s been sitting there since opening time.” D pointed towards the bar and left to go do whatever managers did.

Abby turned to the bar. And there he was….

Shit…