Life in Fusion

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    the opposite effect and scare me away. Even when he was asking
    me to move in with him after a week, he did so with a pretense
    of the anger and frustration of not getting something he wanted.
    But when he told me he thought he loved me, I felt like I’d caught
    a glimpse at something deeper.
    I pulled away, staring into his bright blue eyes, praying it
    was all real, that everything could stay as it was now and that
    I wouldn’t wind up breaking his heart at some point down the
    road. I winked at him. “You were still thinking you’d be getting
    some while you here.”
    Wade smiled, and appeared to be somewhat relieved. “I am
    only a guy at the end of the day.”
    “Guys are good.” I smiled as I lay down on top of him.
    “Particularly the one currently underneath me.”
    Wade spread his legs so we could fit together a little better and
    wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’m kinda partial to the one
    on top of me too.”
    I snarled up at him. “That asshole? He’s a fucking prick, dude.
    You have really shitty taste in men.”
    Wade smacked me on the ass, causing me to raise my eyebrows
    at him and grin.
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    “Jesus, I’m beginning to think you’re trying to kill me.”
    I gave him an evil look and raised my hand up, shoving two
    crooked fingers in his face. In my creepy Gollum voice, I said,
    “You want to fuck me up the butt.”
    Wade laughed and poked me in the side, causing me to break
    character for a moment as I twitched. When I opened my mouth
    to continue he poked me in the other side, causing my body to
    contort. I tried once again and Wade dug all his fingers into my
    side and started tickling me. I twisted and turned as I tried to
    escape but he was too fast. I finally managed to roll off of him
    but he wrestled me onto my back, sitting on top of me while I
    begged for him to please stop.
    My eyes were watering a little when he finally did. He was
    staring at something at the head of the bed and smiling like a
    goofy ass kid. I felt my face flush when I wriggled around so I
    could see what he was looking at.
    “That’s my shirt.” He looked down at me in an accusatory
    manner.
    I laughed nervously, wondering what the punishment for ho-
    induced larceny would be. I held up my crooked fingers in his
    face. “You see nothing.”
    Wade raised an eyebrow, poking me in the side. “I have a
    much better idea where you can stick those fingers.”
    I gasped, as if he’d truly shocked me. “Dirty, dirty!”
    Wade grabbed my hand and started sucking on two of my
    fingers, slowly licking and lubing them up. He grinned, nearly
    stopping my heart he was so fucking sexy. He lowered my hand
    between his legs, using his own finger to press mine into his
    opening. He shut his eyes as the silky heat enveloped my fingers.
    As I began to ease my fingers in and out I smiled, watching
    his dick slowly begin to swell. “So damn dirty.”

ChaPteR fouR
    I stood impatiently at the caffeine kiosk run by the Service
    League, doing a rotten job at hiding my impatience as Stella shot
    me a look that unmistakably said, Don’t make me carry my black ass
    over there and knock you on your gay one.
    I guessed Stella to be in her mid to late sixties, her full head of
    grey hair was combed off her forehead and clipped in the back
    as usual—her make-up simple and understated. We had a long
    running shtick that consisted mainly of her casting judgment
    over me for the amount of coffee I drank. I wasn’t sure what it
    was about her particularly, but I seemed to get off on the abuse.
    Perhaps it was merely the fact that it came with the caffeine I
    craved, that had me addicted.
    I fired my own gaze back at her, my best attempt at innocence
    while quickly placing my hand on my leg to remind me to stop
    tapping my foot. “I’m sorry!” I finally added when she refused
    relent. “It’s way past three o’clock, I need my fix, Stella.”
    She shook her head and went back to preparing my triple

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