Chapter Four - What Your Man Bun Says About You
April was busy playing with Jay, after changing him, and now they were both surrounded by toys. He was pretty sure Jett’s baby was super bright for his age, as he used his own personal language and appeared to be taken with one of the toys that came with a wide array of animal sounds.
After spending some time with Jay, April was afraid he might start talking gibberish, too. Still, Jay’s company was preferred to that of his father. Jett would so kill him for ruining his date.
April looked out the window. It had been quite a day. When he woke up that morning, he had had no idea how much his life would change. The fact that he now practically lived under the same roof as Jett was incredible. How could one go so quickly from a comfortable life, not ounce challenging to figure out, to this?
Maybe his obsession with crypto was unhealthy. But, hey, a lot of people liked to shop, smoke, drink, or watch cat videos on YouTube for eight hours on end. April’s passion was to let his heart do flip flops with the ups and downs of the crypto charts. To anyone asking, it was quite the adrenaline rush.
There seemed to be quiet downstairs, so April could only hope that Jett was already out. He didn’t quite believe he would escape unpunished, but it was still better to have a breather before Jett would strangle him, pun totally intended.
The issue was he was still hungry. He would have to order takeout anyway until he could cook a real meal. Now, the kitchen was off-limits for the simple fact that it was downstairs and that was where Jett could still lurk, waiting to jump him and break his bones after all.
***
Trying to convince Maya that the kid wasn’t his over what was a costly dinner had been exhausting. Now Jett was even more pissed. Mostly because he hadn’t managed to get laid, but he could not totally blame that on Maya and her curiosity about the baby. Jett had a feeling she hadn’t believe one iota about a long-distance relative leaving a baby in his care.
That was the official version of why he hadn’t gotten his fix between the sheets as he had hoped for. In all truth, after kissing April earlier, Jett was in no mood for a replacement. Eventually, Maya had ordered the most expensive stuff on the menu and laughed about how he ended up taking care of a kid - the official version, of course. No word of them hooking up had come up, and Jett had kept silent on the subject, too.
But now, he was back home, and he had someone to straighten up.
He yelled from the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, yo, April! Get down here now!”
Jett was sure April could hear him. It wasn’t long that rushed footsteps could be heard from above. April looked down at him, from the top of the stairs. “Can you be less of a human-size alarm clock going off at odd hours?”
“If that was your idea of making fun of me, you suck,” Jett said matter-of-factly. “You use too many words, and you’re annoying.”
“I’m not coming down,” April whispered, as he remained standing. “You want to kill me, right?”
“Yeah, but that’s not why I want you to come down. Have you set up that baby monitor thingy?”
“No. I didn’t have the time. I’m starving, too.”
“Didn’t you say you’d cook?”
It was weird to whisper angry words at each other over the stairs. Jett went to the kitchen, grabbed the baby monitor from the table, and began marching up the stairs.
“What are you doing?” April began walking backward, his eyes growing wide.
“I’ll put this fucking house in order,” Jett replied and began climbing the stairs, two by two.
April looked like he was about to break into a sprint, but Jett was faster. Just as April was about to disappear through the door to the bedroom he shared with Jay, Jett caught him by the waist and pressed him against the wall.
“You have no idea about personal space, have you?” April moaned as he struggled to break himself free, but without too much force.
To Jett, it was clear that April didn’t want to make noise because of the baby. Well, it worked for him. He kept April there, enjoying, most probably more than he would have liked to admit, the way the dweeb was rubbing his ass dressed in nothing but a thin pair of sweatpants against his crotch. All evening, he had been too busy with other things to think properly about sex, but now that firm butt was giving his cock a good workout he could feel even through his jeans. The pressure was damned nice.
“Dude, are you getting hard or something?” April whispered. “I can feel it.”
Jett pushed himself away. “Can’t help it, after getting a bad case of blue balls because of you.”
April turned and faced him. “What? The girl didn’t put out?”
“That’s not relevant,” Jett said.
“Not relevant to what?” April asked.
“To what I’m about to do to you.”
April’s eyes grew wide again. “Don’t beat me up, please! I just have a bad case of putting a foot in my mouth, that’s all. I didn’t mean anything by it!”
Jett snorted. “Really? I thought you cockblocked me for a reason.”
“No reason!” April put his hands up and gesticulated.
“Let’s set up that baby monitor because I don’t want you distracted,” Jett said.
“Wait, if your girlfriend --”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“But she said --”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Jett walked into the bedroom and began right away to fiddle with the station.
“Don’t you ever read the manual?” April asked as he followed.
Jett threw him a pointed look. “Do you?”
April pulled down the zipper on his tracksuit jacket. Jett stared blankly at the black t-shirt with some vividly colored letters on the front. “RTFM?”
“Read the fucking manual,” April explained with a roll of the eyes. “Give that to me,” he added and opened his palm.
Jett held the monitor away from the greedy hand. “Hey, it’s my kid. Let me have my fun.”
“You’ll take forever,” April complained. “And I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry.”
“Only when I’m not eating.”
“And who’s to blame for that? Not my fault you liked testing the law of gravity with your burger.”
“I didn’t! You made me drop it!”
“Hey, keep your voice down. Baby in the room.”
April obeyed right away, but his eyes were filled with daggers waiting to launch. “All right. Play with the baby monitor if you must, and tell me what you need me for.”
“You’ll help me figure out who Jay’s mom is.”
“I don’t have a clue about your girlfriends. What help can I be?”
“Well, you seem smart. When you’re not stupid and get in deep shit with loan sharks.”
“Hey, I didn’t know they were loan sharks. I thought only that they were well-intended and wishing to invest in a young enterprise.”
Jett chuckled and continued to play with the baby monitor. “There,” he said with satisfaction and placed the camera so that it could point at the bed and the sleeping baby. “And this is yours,” he said as he handed the receiver to April.
The dweeb took the object and hooked it to his pocket. Jett noticed with satisfaction how pissed April was. Probably he didn’t expect Jett to know how to set up the baby monitor. He had read the manual at a stop on his way back. No biggie.
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