11-Honest communication

Brandon's pov

It's been almost one week since I bought Garrett to the bar alongside me.

Everything that's been happening ever since I agreed to become fuck buddies is absolutely crazy!

Obviously, all this wasn't supposed to happen but despite what I believed, I agreed to everything because I was afraid to lose Garrett as strange as it sounds. I can't let him say what he said last time. No way.

I'll be nothing if I don't have his body. I know that's crazy but trust me we still have sex every single day or so... because I can't help it.

Anyways, I know how dangerously close he's getting to me but...if that is what it takes to keep his body well...I guess I'll let that slide.

I know that he doesn't want to only have sex with me I understood much when I saw his family at that family dinner. I have a hutch at what it is that he wants but I'd rather not think about it.

I'll be honest, as strange as it is for me, I hate it when Garrett gets sad. I can't help but surrender to what he wants. I can't help it ok? Seeing him cry... I just don't like it...

The downside is that he brings me into doing things I've never done before. I've never done such things with Brent!

Regardless, he gets sad easily anyways. He's so sensitive it's crazy, especially knowing he's a man but I can't lie we always have those gays that are like that. A true bottom.

So yeah..we aren't just fuck buddies if I think about it. Well..sure we have sex together..but..what's getting weirder is that we've been doing it every single day.

Regardless of the day. I know that's just strange...We spend more time together than we don't.

The only time we aren't together is at work or something. This is how much I feel like I need to get it on. Our days are spent together but..not as people would think. Not as lovers of course...well we don't do anything as such...Ugh, I don't like thinking too much about those things.

What matters is that I have my daily dose of sex. So I guess as of now, I'll just go with the flow as long as I still have my dose of sex.

Speaking of the one I desire the most, I'm currently in his apartment. He decided he wanted to take a shower after everything and I let him. It's his apartment after all. We both work tomorrow so...

So, staying on his bed doing nothing is...quite weird. As I have nothing to do I look around.

His bedroom is pretty neat. Yeah right now the bed covers aren't well placed but that's because we yeah..like we always do.

He has a drawer with all his clothes. He doesn't have a ton of stuff on his walls but he's got pictures from his family. Gosh, the family must mean a lot to him...

Can't say the same about me. I don't even have a family to talk to. I'll never understand why family for him is so important. So what if your parents don't like me? Your parents shouldn't guide your life. He's 28! He can do his own thing.

Oh well, I can't say much...

He finally gets out of the shower with his pyjamas on which I'll never understand why he does and I'm still naked.

"You..don't want to get dressed?"

"I thought we talked about this? I like sleeping naked."

"Ok.."

He sits down on the bed next to me and blushes when he notices my nakedness. Damn, he's so sensitive.

I hide myself in the bed covers, as I doubt he wants to do it again after his shower. I basically get hard at anything. So I pray to god that I don't get hard.

"Brandon..."

"Yeah?"

"Um...I want to ask you..."

"Ask me what? Are you trying to get personal again?" Well, that definitely is a turn-off.

"There's nothing wrong with getting personal! You can trust me!"

"Well, I don't trust you. Why'd you want to know something so personal?"

"You don't even know what I was gonna ask you..."

"That's true...Come on tell."

"Um...before you met me...what was your sex life like?"

"You want to know that?"

"Yeah...I know you like sex..and all but how bad was it?"

"Bad? There's nothing wrong with my lifestyle!"

"Yes, there is!" He cries out and instantly I feel guilty.

"Fine...what do you want to know exactly?"

"Like...how much of a...playboy were you...?"

"I won't say I was a playboy as I only had one-night stands but I had sex with a different person every single day."

"What...how can you possibly do that?"

"Well, that's how it works for me and I appreciate it like that until you came along."

"Um...so in a way I made you give up that?" He says hurt but slightly hopeful.

"Not entirely but you sure did with your body." I finally find my smile.

"My body...is that the only thing you care about...?"

"Well, I'll admit you're petty fuckable and I love that. Hmm...well I don't know."

"You don't know?" He tears up again. I panic at that.

"It's not that! It's just the first time I have a permanent guy to have sex with. It's all new for me. So, I can't know for sure."

"Oh...um...Why did you choose me..?"

"Because of your ass," I say bluntly.

"Oh..." He blushes despite his sad expression.

"Give up on being sad. You and I have done far more than just sex right?"

"Yeah..." He slightly lights up. Oh, he's hopeful...

"You're lucky I did all that."

"Then...why did you accept?"

"Because I don't want to lose you obviously." He seems to be cut off guard and blushes.

"Really? You don't want to lose me?"

"I mean it was pure hell without your ass," I smirk. His smile drops instead.

"Did...you ever miss me...?"

"Your body for sure," I say bluntly. He still seems worried.

"I thought...you'd miss me...at least a little."

"Rett...We barely knew each other then. I've never missed someone before."

"What about now?"

"I don't know."

"Ok..." He says melancholic.

"Cheer up! You still get to sleep here!" He smiles faintly.

"So, is this session of questions over?" I ask.

"No..."

Hmm, if he wants to ask me more questions how do I make it so it'll be more fun for me to answer?

I hate that he does that but..20 questions! Yes! He'll ask a question and I'll ask him a question in return! Perfect!

I get him out of my grasp.

"Let's play 20 questions!"

"What's that?"

"You don't know what that is?"

"No..."

"You get to ask 10 questions and I get to ask you 10 questions too in rounds."

"Oh, that's cool." He smiles.

"Ok since you desperately insist to know a lot of things regarding me, you go first."

"I'm, why did you start having that sex lifestyle?" He asks shyly.

Gosh...already harsh on me? I guess there's no hurt in telling him right?

"I guess it started when I was 18 or whatever. I was still in high school when I had my first one-night stand with a guy and absolutely loved it. So, I knew I had to do it again."

"Um, how did you..."

"No, no! You only get to ask one question at a time."

"Ok..."

"So, it's my turn. Does family mean a lot to you? Like how much?"

"Yes, a lot. I love my Mom a lot and my Dad too. They help me with everything so does my sister Manda. They are my life. I can't live without them. They are really important to me." I see...

"It's your turn now."

"You said you were bisexual at the family dinner, why do you never do it with women?"

"Oh! That's because I have a preference for men but yeah I did do it with some girls. My first time was with a girl." He seems satisfied by that answer for some reason.

"Hmm, ok, your turn."

"How come it was your first time at the gay bar if you're gay?"

"Oh, I never go there. I just wanted to try to find love or something..." He says embarrassed.

"Love? That's like the last place to go for that."

"I know it was dumb."

"Your turn."

"Why didn't you go to University?"

F**k, that's a personal question.

"Oh...it was during the same time I started one-night stands in high school. I lied the other day. I did do one session but I was so addicted to sex that I flunked all my classes and I didn't have the heart to start over."

"Wow...it's that bad...why are you so...?"

"You're breaking the rules!"

"Sorry...ask."

"So, did you ever have a boyfriend before?"

"Yeah...I dated a guy for 5 years but he was...toxic. We broke up about 3 years ago." Damn, ok...

"And you haven't dated since?"

"You asked another question!"

"Just answer." For some reason, I want to know the answer to that.

"No..."

"That's a big deal I guess. Guess that guy was really toxic." He seems thoughtful but not too melancholic either.

"He was toxic but I loved him so..."

"Thank god I didn't have to deal with that." He looks at me glum.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Hey, no questions!"

"It's not a question related to the game. Why do you say this?"

"Relationships seem like a handful."

"What do you mean by that?" He asks confused.

"Never mind I didn't say anything."

"No! Tell me please!" He begs.

''Hey! Don't forget the game!''

''Sorry...''

"Anyways, ask it's your turn."

"Did you have a good relationship with your parents?"

Immediately, I recall everything about my...wicked family...weird. Yeah, I did everything to never think about them again. No way am I being forced of thinking about them tonight.

"You're being too nosy Rett." His face drops.

"What? I don't understand...It's just a serious question..."

"Too serious for me. Who are you to ask me such a question? Your parents already went too far the other night. You're not gonna push an answer out of me. I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh sorry...I didn't know...I thought it was normal to ask this type of..question."

"Well, it is normal but not for me and unfortunately you know because you had to hear it at the dinner party. I never said I was so open about my personal life."

"My parents are only looking out for me."

"I know they are but they are too intrusive. Who cares about your parents? You can make your own choices." His face drops.

"Oh...I'm sorry..."

"Oh, come on don't be sorry about that. It's just the simple truth. Ask another question."

"When...was the last time you were in a relationship?" Damn, I don't even remember that...

"Hmm, I must've been 18 back then. It was with a girl. I can't recall her name but I haven't dated since."

"Because of your lifestyle...?"

"I guess...in a way yes. She did say something like I only cared about sex."

"Oh..." Now he's glum again.

"Why do you look so down so suddenly?"

"It's just that...don't you think you have too much sex? We do it every single day..."

"Does it bother you?"

"Um.." He says hesitating.

"Come on, be honest."

"I wish we didn't have to..."

"Because of what?"

"I mean...I love it very much but...it takes so
much energy out of me and sometimes I'm not in the mood."

"Oh...I guess I never thought of that..."

"Yeah...ask a question."

I try to think of something to ask him without being too personal as I have no intention to do that.

Hmm, oh, yeah, the bar! I want to know what happened then! Why was he so glum?

"Why were you sad at the bar?"

"Wait...you noticed that? I thought you were...too drunk..." Sh*t, I forgot I drank a lot...

"I have good alcohol tolerance. It was noticeable enough. Shoot."

"Um...a guy warned me that...you're a bad guy."

"Damn, they really do love spitting crap about me."

"Um...Brent said his name is Gavin. Do you know him? He talked as if he knew you.."

"Gavin? That must be a past fling."

"Past fling? How many flings do you have!?"
He asks anxious and worried I guess.

"Hmm, let me see. I've been doing it for years and I've done it with a new guy every single day. Close to one thousand."

"What?! How...is that...humanly possible...?"

"I mean my rule was to have sex with a new guy or on rare times girls every single day that way no attachments were involved."

"Wow..." He has tears rolling down his face again.

"Rett..."

"I can't believe it...Brandon, you have to seek therapy. You know it's not normal...it's not normal..."

"Yeah, maybe it isn't for normal families but I've got no problem. I don't need a therapist to rule my life."

"Brandon..."

"What?"

"Are you ok...?"

"What?"

"I mean...how could you possibly have sex every single day like that? You never get tired...?"

"As you can see not really. I just have a good stamina."

"No...no...not possible...It can't be...Brandon...do you have...sex every time you get hard...?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"It's serious you know? An erection is not supposed to cause penetration all the time nor are you supposed to get it so often."

"Then, what do you know? Do you get erections often?" I blush.

"Not as often as you for sure. Maybe a few per day but I don't act on it only if I want to. I don't absolutely need to release myself for it to diminish. Anyways, I survived 3 years without doing it."

"What?! How can you restrain yourself for that long?!"

"It's not that long...Wait...how long can you last without having sex?"

"You sound like a therapist."

"Answer the question." He says seriously.

"Wow ok...less than 24 hours I'd say?"

"What?! Without touching yourself or without penetration?" Gosh, why does he make it sound so serious?

"Without penetration. Most of the time touching myself isn't enough."

"Wow...I always find it odd...but you..."

"What?"

"You definitely have a problem. It's not normal! It's not supposed to be possible!"

"Stop worrying over nothing. You make it sound like I have a mental disorder or something. I'm fine as long as I get my dose of sex."

"You might have a mental disorder." He says seriously.

"Rett..."

"Don't Rett me!" He says frustrated." I knew it was a bad idea to tell him.

"Can you sleep it off?"

"I don't know if I can..."

"Too bad you'll have to sleep."

"Brandon..."

"What?"

"Am I...I..still...a toy...to you...? Do you...see...see me as one?" He almost cries out and I freeze.

"What do you mean by that...?" Not the thing of the other day...

"You only say you want...me...but you only want me for my body.."

"Ok, I'll admit you're pretty fuckable but it's not true that I...see you as...a toy...You're not a toy, you're a person with feelings. It's annoying sometimes but...I like...being around you. If you were a toy...That wouldn't be a thing."

"You...you like being around me..?" He says in disbelief.

"That time at the amusement park was fun and it was with you. I also make sure I keep you satisfied so...that's why I accepted all your requests."

"Oh...It's not because you wanted to..." He says sadly.

"Look, you know how I am. Can't ask for miracles. It's already a big deal that we're here together right now. However, I had fun that's what matters. Let's go to sleep now. We have work tomorrow."

"I have one last thing to request out of you." Ugh, so annoying...I'm sick of this conversation already.

"What?"

"Can...you get tested...?"

"Why?"

"For precautions."

"I literally use a condom all the time."

"Just in case."

"Fine..." He smiles relieved.

"Promise me you'll think about therapy?" Should I say yes even though I won't fulfill his promise?

"Ugh, yeah, yeah. I'll think about it." I say annoyed.

"Thank you." He smiles.

Good, he gave up. Through he's looking straight at me. Oh no...

Then, he comes closer and kisses me softly which catches me off guard. I let him do what he wants but...this kiss...it feels strange...I don't...feel...this overwhelming need to get stimulated...

Instead, it feels more like...like I feel happy, giddy? That he's kissing me. My heart...is all flattery. What are those feelings? I've never felt them in years...What does it mean...?