บท 3: Sticky
The buzzer was drawn, and it took only a few moments for the landlord to open the door for him.
All Simon does now is lean back, not knowing why his head feels dizzy. Though not in a wrong way enough to make him feel as if he were stabbed with a sharp object. It must have been because she had deliberately exposed herself to rainwater until her hair felt wet.
Sucks.
There are troubling feelings that he cannot say. No, he doesn't even know what that feels like.
Simon realizes that he is not the type who easily expresses his feelings openly. It takes a lot of time for him to sort out the best sentences, concise and easy to understand to avoid misunderstandings. If he cannot, then he has chosen to remain silent. By doing so, the distressing feeling will erase itself.
In ten minutes, he'll be waiting, and the door won't open. His brow twitched as he thought about what he would do next. Going back to his own apartment? Simon flatly refused. He's afraid of being alone. Or go in? He knew the password to this apartment door anyway. Go in as usual, and then he'll wait inside because, most likely, the house owner is on his way out.
Do what he does, why he's gotta wait out here like a fool.
Simon dries his fingers, which are still sticky, and spatters out a high-sugar cup of coffee. He was trying not to remember, but the embarrassing trail remained obvious. It reminded him of a shameful moment, especially when he couldn't resist Emily leaving.
Tiriiiriiing...
His fingers tried to hit the password, but the door alarm had gone off earlier, signalling someone was in there. And that person just opened the door on the way out.
Simon backed one step away from the door, didn't want to shock the figure standing at the door. But as it turns out, he's the one who's pretty surprised at the figure in there. Caroll's figure appeared to be conspiring with a man in the middle of a door opening. From his appearance, it could be determined that he was the same age as Caroll.
And Simon could only stand to look at two adults enjoying each other without being able to do anything about it. His facial expression went from shock to general. This kind of thing doesn't just happen once in his life. Because of his relationship with Caroll as nothing more than just a 'sex mate', there is no bond that prevents them from doing whatever they want.
"Uh, Simon.." Caroline says hello when she realizes another pair of eyes are watching her.
"Who is he?" asked the man, with no angry intonation. Simon could tell if he was just like him. Just Caroline's 'bedmate' when she's bored.
Caroline smiled, still hugging the grown man's arm next to her. "He's a former student of mine, and I think he could use some more help right now, don't you, Simon?"
Simon nodded, saying yes to Caroll without a word coming out of his mouth.
"Don't lie, he's your toy, isn't he?" Although the question seems suspicious, the man still looks exceptionally friendly. He even asked as he stroked his lady hair darling.
"Absolutely not! You know, I only love you~."
Simon almost rolled his eyes a little too far. He had also heard the exact words from the woman's mouth a long time ago when he was not yet in the early stages of puberty. Then, Caroll's words foolishly fell in.
"Well then, I'll go home.." The man approached Caroll's face, landing a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Careful is the same thing Caroll does. She waved to the guy who walked away from her apartment.
"Cough!" Simon coughed loudly, clearly forced.
"Well.." Carroll leans on the door. Gazing with wistful eyes at the young man who looked back. "How rare are you to be here? It's been a long time, hasn't it? I thought you had forgott—"
"What kind of man is he this week?" asked Simon as he slid in through the other side not covered by Caroll. The savage eye gazed around the room and began to frown upon discovering the state of the place. A mess. It's like some pretty epic battle left some stuff out of order. What can two adults do to make this room look like a ship broke? Because Simon knew that women like Caroline were not the type to disregard cleanliness. Especially not his living quarters. "Have you been fucking or fighting for real?"
The woman twisted her head, her vision following where Simon's body was moving. A faint smile which, of course, won't be visible from Simon's current position. "Why are you so curious about my fiance?"
Simon's foot stopped before he stepped on a black bra on the carpet. Take a quick look at the Caroll and kick the bra into the bottom of the sofa. "Fiance? What did He give you that you could call a man a fiancee?" Indeed Simon was neither insinuating nor bad-mouthing. He was merely being curious. Because even though they did not have a definite 'relationship', Simon already knew this woman too well.
"Of course, a love ~ a lot of love ~," said Caroll with her hands around Simon's neck affectionately.
"Hey, aren't you saying the exact opposite of what you're doing?"
"So what? This is why you came here, isn't it?" Caroline kissed Simon's smooth white neck, occasionally licking and sucking.
"Don't you feel sorry for your fiance?" Although Simon himself paid little attention to the feelings of the man he'd just seen a moment ago. The question is just a formality.
"Are you wearing coffee? How typical ~" Caroll does seem to ignore Simon's questions, but she is sniffing the warm white neck with a little sticky. Her tongue protruded, licking every inch of the young man's neck without leaving it. Smelling the salty taste of sweet coffee.
"No," Simon stretched out his neck as he writhed with pleasure because of the warm Caroll's tongue. But it wasn't enough to make him sigh or get aroused. Still not enough. "I accidentally hit someone and the drink fell on some of my clothes."
"Supposedly, I should thank that man ~" Caroline whispered in Simon's ear.
No idea when this woman sat on Simon's belly, leaning on the small, fox-eyed man's inner breast. Licking its earlobe and then missing its ear holes. His tongue shook the warm salty taste of Simon's body as if licking lollipops instead of the human body.
"Hey... My body is still dirty," Simon restrained Caroline from rubbing his shoulders repeatedly.
"How about we get you cleaned up first?" asked Caroll as she stroked Simon's groin area, which was still covered in rags.
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