Rebound Love

Missing You

Archer

I’ve been a monogamist my entire adult life. How could Gabe even think I could easily switch to play hookup? My fingers had been itching to text Oakley, telling him that I’d been missing his laughter. I wanted nothing more than to end my night by calling the guy and talking about our day. I sighed, trying to let my brain work around my feelings.

It has been one week of longing that I’ve been keeping from Gabe. Not that my best buddy would notice. The man had been letting his monogamist flag run wild. He’d been sexting and calling Aspen all week. I wanted to call Oakley too, but apparently, it was a big no-no to call your hookup unless it was for a hookup.

So, by the end of the week, I gave up and called Oakley for a hookup.

“Oh, thank f**k. I thought you’d never ask.” Oakley’s reply made me grin so wide my cheeks hurt.

“Yeah? Why didn’t you call me first then?” I teased.

“Um...cause I don’t know how to do this. I don’t do casual sex.”

“You and me both, but we need to learn how. Our friends said so, right?” There was a tilt of happiness knowing that Oakley also wanted more than a casual hook-up with me. But as our friends kept on saying, we owe this to our future selves.

“Eh...yeah, right.”

Oakley sounded too cute when he was trying to be convincing, so I laughed then the man chuckled from the other line. Minutes later I was on my way to his place with pizza and beers wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and my worn-out sneakers. I was sticking to the theme, though what I really wanted was a nice dinner, a bottle of wine, and dressing up for a nice romantic date.

“Hey,”

“Hey, yourself.” I grinned and let him take the pizza while I toed off my shoes and entered his apartment. It was a nice size studio apartment. His fur baby, Rex, greeted me with a lazy sniff before he decided that I was okay and left his master to his guest. But not without his sad eyes judging me first.

“Yeah, don’t mind him. Rex has his sad eyes looking down to perfection, those were the ones that made me sign the adoption papers.” He explained before focusing back on me. “So, want me to give you the tour first?” He took the box of pizza and beers and set them on the kitchen counter.

“I believe I’m here for a hook-up. As much as I want to see where you live and talk all night, but first, let me get our kiss out of the way.” I didn’t let Oakley react when I pushed him against the kitchen wall, took his wrists above his head, and slammed my lips to his.

The man let me in as he parted those luscious lips and our tongues found comfort in each other’s. He groaned when his hips bucked seeking my hardening c**k to grind against his. “Baby, fuck...Oakley, I’ve been wanting this for days.”

“Uh huh...shut up and f**k me,” he moaned my name and let me turn him around. I pushed his sweatpants and white tight briefs down before letting my c**k out of the confinement of my jeans. I sighed when my length was between his ass cheeks, rubbing him, teasing, and letting him know just how much I lust for him.

Another moan slipped out of Oakley’s lips when my free hand started stroking his d**k while I rutted between his ass. “Fuck...you’re killing me here, Archer,”

“Nu-uh...I’m making this last, seven days Oak, seven days without seeing you have been hell.” A sexy whine tells me that he felt the same way, though he was more than eager to let the first orgasm out of the way before we continued to our second one. So that was when I took out my wallet and pulled out the condom and lube packets. I didn’t even have the patience to go to his bedroom.

I was inside him in record time. Oakley let out the sexiest needy whines while he pushed his hips back to meet my thrusts. My lips were on the nape of his neck and my free hand pinched his n****e before going south to stroke his erection.

He cried out my name when he came all over his kitchen wall. It took me a couple of more thrusts before I buried my c**k deep inside him and filled the condom before we lip-locked for the longest time.

When I finally pulled out, I threw away the condom into the bin and watched as he went to the bathroom and got us a damp towel.

“Now that the first orgasm is out of the way, how about dinner?” I murmured in his ear, nibbling on his neck, lightly sucking and licking him.

“Go, search Netflix for something to watch while I get us some plates.” He gave me the pizza box with his smoldering look and pointed me towards the living room. We ended up talking and enjoying our pizza, we talked about our days, and we even had Rex cuddled between us.

“I can’t wait for next week,” Oakley confessed when we finally got to his bedroom and cocooned ourselves from the outside world.

“Me too, I wish we could go sooner tho.” I chuckled and he pulled me in for a kiss.

“Me too, but hey, we could always do this.”

“I guess so.” Though this felt wrong and we kept on slipping into endless conversation, knowing we should really get going with getting naked and f*****g each other’s brains out. Oakley didn’t seem to mind, the man certainly liked spending time with me, not just the s*x part but also the talking and the cuddling.

Screwed, we’re so f*****g screwed.

There were times when we would look at each other and say nothing. Though those nothings spelled the obvious. We were not hook-up materials though we would try our best to deny ourselves the things we loved along with the sexy times.

The other big no-no was to spend the night after a hook-up. But then Oakley reasoned that we were going to spend a week together which requires a lot of waking up together anyway. So, I went with that, not that it was a hardship. I liked seeing his morning hair, the man looked adorable all snuggled up beside me.

“You’re like a furnace.”

“And you’re like an ice sickle.” I shuddered when his cold feet grazed my calves.

“I usually wear my socks, my pajamas, and my sweatshirt, but you’re like a heating blanket. Plus, it takes time to get naked with all of the layers.” He grinned and flattened his cold body against mine.

“And you’re like a heat-seeking missile,” I grumbled when his cold fingers roamed over my body after he was back from his quick bathroom break.

“My turn to use the bathroom,” I whispered, pressing a kiss just under his ear while letting him feel my morning stubble. I smirked when I felt him shudder, and his c**k started hardening on my thigh.

Oakley was on me the second I was back from the bathroom. Our kisses were minty fresh after I brushed my teeth with the new toothbrush that was placed on his bathroom sink. I should feel guilty about putting my toothbrush beside his after I was done. Thinking that it was not a hookup kind of thing. But I decided to ignore the things that a hookup date should or shouldn’t do.

“Archer...” His breathy moan took me back to our current situation.

One morning s*x and another goodbye s*x later, I was on my way back to my place with a big smile on my face. The rest of the day went by easily. I did text Oakley, but only to set up for our next hook-up session. When I entered my apartment and saw that Gabe was not there I was secretly glad. Because knowing me for years, I was certain that Gabe could read me easily.

Oakley and I were hooking up, we had s*x, cuddled, and talked with his lazy dog Rex between us. But we were not dating, there was no fancy food and no wine. We had junk food and cheap beers. We knew that it was bullshit, but we kept the pretenses cause we needed to. I didn’t know how long we could keep it up, but with Oakley, I was going to try my best.