Fairy tale endings weren’t made for people like me. Happy for now usually ain’t in the cards, either.
The dents on my wall from where my headboard kept knockin’ against the same spot was the first clue that I needed to calm my ass down. At the rate I was racking up notches and plowing through hookups, I wasn’t ever gonna find nothing real. Guess I kinda jinxed myself. I created my circumstances. You can’t get what you want if you keep falling back into the same pattern of bad habits. But then things changed. I stumbled onto somethin’ I never in a million years expected to happen. You gotta understand, I’m never the guy who wins. It was supposed to be just sex, but that shifty rhyming and scheming bastard, Cupid, pulled a fast one.
I may have changed some stuff to protect a couple of people. But before you go believing the tabloids, make sure you understand that you’re gettin’ the lowdown straight from the source.
I needed to get this off my chest, and it’s only fair that you at least get my side of it all. At some point, I might regret telling you any of this, but for now, you need to know.
*Disclaimer* This is a novella. Not a short story, novelette, or novel. This tale features an M/M pairing. If gay erotica/erotic romance is not your cup of tea and you are offended by same-sex relationships or crass language, you should bypass this story. Content is intended for a mature audience, 18+.
Complexity is the fourth installment in The Kinky Connect Chronicles. The Kinky Connect Chronicles are short erotic stories/novelettes all wrapped up in neat little bows. These stories are standalones. No cliffhangers in the lot!
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
He looked up at me with a slight grin. “I do. Some might even say I’m hilarious. Figured you needed a taste of your own medicine.” Those stupid freakin’ gorgeous blue eyes were gonna get me into trouble.
“I want bacon.”
“Yeah?” he said, smiling. “What else do you want?”
“Mmm, is that all?” he said, licking his lips.
“Nah, not just any pancakes, chocolate chip pancakes with warm maple syrup. It’s a cheat day. I’m eating fatty shit today.”
Chris leaned up and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled me down on top of his body, and kissed me. Dude had no fear; I had morning breath that could melt the chrome off a bumper, but he ain’t even care. Next thing I knew, my shirt and jeans were being tossed across the room and I was naked again. We rolled around on the bed in a tangled mess of sheets mingled with our dried cum until we landed on the floor and things got really interesting.