Rose Tinted (boyxboy)

Chapter 4: Needy

"Well, dumplings are the only 'D' I'm getting at the moment."

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"Aah." Jerry sighs, slumping his back against the lockers. "I'm so tired." He glances to his side at Tayce, who was pulling off his tshirt and opening his locker for his own to change back into.

"Yep me too." Tayce says, smiling back.

"At least you have someone at home waiting for you. I have no one but my mother." He pouts.

Tayce laughs at this, pulling the clean tshirt over his head as he does so, making Jerry push him to the side whilst his head is still trapped inside his clothes. "Don't laugh Tayce! Do you know how embarrassing it is to still be at home at the age of 24?"

"Hey, It's cute!" Tayce says, still laughing as he pulls his head through the hole of the tshirt. "I wouldn't leave home if my mother made dumplings like she did."

The corner of Jerry's mouth turns up at this. His mother did make the best dumplings in town. "Well, dumplings are the only 'D' I'm getting at the moment." he sighs. "My sex life is as dry as the Sahara."

"When was the last time you had a 'drink'?" (Drink being their word for getting laid.) Tayce asks, pulling on his hoodie and fastening up the zipper.

"I don't know?" Jerry sighs. "Last month sometime? I wouldn't even call it a 'drink', I was still thirsty."

Tayce closes his locker, pausing a moment in thought. "I'm off Friday, do you fancy hitting the clubs Friday night?"

"I guess." Jerry replies, his mood lifting a little. "I'm on shift though, working until 10, but I can meet you somewhere?"

"Cool. Ok we'll do that...and I'll help you find someone to quench your thirst." Tayce says jokingly.

"Get lost!" Jerry says, half laughing back, pushing Tayce by the shoulder.

Tayce retaliates by grabbing Jerry's sides and proceeds to tickle his friend relentlessly. "Stop, stop!" Jerry laughs out loud, wriggling under the attack. It finally comes to an end when they both hear the closing of a door.

They looks in the direction of the sound to see Max stood next to the bathroom. "Don't mind me." He says, slowly making his way to his newly assigned locker.

Tayce and Jerry look at each other, then back at Max. "Hey, we're not, like dating...Tayce has a boyfriend!" Jerry blurts out.

"Wouldn't care if you were." Max replies, not even looking at either of them.

"We're just fooling about. I tickle people all the time. It's just my way. I can tickle you if you like?" Tayce wiggles his fingers in the direction of Max.

"NO...no thankyou." Max's harsh tone makes Tayce retract his hands at lightening speed. Max proceeds to pull his backpack from the locker and pull it on his back. He then leaves the room without a word, leaving Jerry and Tayce a little speechless.

"Is it me, or is he just a little rude." Tayce asks, now turning to face Jerry with his arms folded.

"Both." Jerry laughs. "Yeah he does come across a little cold, but seriously, you need to control that tickle monster of yours. Not everyone likes it. You don't even know him that well yet."

Tayce's cheery face drops a little. "I guess I can be too much sometimes. Sorry."

"Hey. Don't apologise, I love It. Let's face it, it's the only physical contact I get these days." Jerry says, patting Tayce on his shoulder.

Tayce's smile soon returns. "Well that will all change, come Friday. I'll make sure of it."

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Tayce turns the key to his and Frank's house, heading inside and shedding his shoes, bag and coat. "Hey Frank, I'm home!" He calls, but there is no answer.

"Frank?" Tayce calls again, but gets no reply. He heads into the kitchen to see his boyfriend, earpods in, dancing to something on his phone which was in one of his hands. Tayce smiles with amusement as he approaches him from behind and wraps his arms around Frank's waist.

"Jesus Christ!" Frank jumps at the contact, trying to pull the hands away.

"It's just me!" Tayce says laughing, letting his hands fall to the side.

"You stink of chicken." Frank protests, sniffing his own shirt, in case the odour had transferred onto his own clothes.

"I have changed!" Tayce insists, "but I can go shower if you like."

"Yes, shower...please, this shirt needs to be dry cleaned." Frank replies, now pulling the pods from his ears.

Tayce rolls his eyes and heads up the stairs to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, strips down his own clothes, giving them a sniff test. The smell wasn't as bad as all that! He thinks as he puts the garments in the wash and steps into the steady stream of water.

Tayce sighs as the warmth wraps around him. He would make it up to Frank when he was washed. A smile spreads across his face. Tayce was blessed. Blessed to be with Frank. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he could bag a guy like him. It was like fate had intervened. That fateful day when he entered the chicken shop with his nephew.

It was rare that someone of his calibre would grace a chicken shop during the day, a well educated, corporate worker, with money to boot! Usually they would need plenty of alcohol in their system and a late night of partying, but there he was, ordering a meal from Tayce at 1:20 on a Saturday afternoon.

He fell for him straight away. Tayce's weakness was that he always fell so fast. But Frank was sexy, strong and for some reason, unbeknown to Tayce, returned the interest. The sex was wild and Tayce was whipped for the guy. He would give him the world if he could.

The temperature of the shower dips a little and Tayce realises that he's been in the shower for around twenty minutes or so. He turns it off and steps out, hurriedly drying himself. He heads to his and Frank's bedroom and pulls on some sweatpants and a clean blue tshirt and heads down the stairs.

He only gets down halfway, when he stops. He sees Frank putting on his jacket and pulling his wallet from the side and pushing it in his back pocket. "Where are you going?" Tayce asks, a little confused.

"I'm going out, I have a meeting." Frank replies, not even looking at Tayce, who now makes his way down the rest of the stairs.

"What? At...10.45 at night?" Tayce questions, looking up at the hallway clock.

Frank sighs heavily. "Tayce don't start, you know I can't just clock off like you."

Tayce leans his back against the expensive wallpaper. "I'm sorry, I just thought we could...you know..."

"Could what?" Frank now stops adjusting his scarf, getting close to Tayce, virtually sandwiching him between himself and the wall. His tone a little more seductive.

"You know." Tayce says, biting his lip as he slowly wraps his arms around Frank's neck, leaning in for a kiss.

"Yeah I know." Frank grins, catching Tayce's lips and pulling him closer by the waist with his big hands.

Frank starts to deepen the kiss, making Tayce weak, like putty in his hands. Tayce lets Frank take over, wet kisses exciting his senses as Frank's kisses stray from his lips as he now nibbles and sucks on the soft dips of his neck, making Tayce hum out a moan of pleasure.

Then the sensation leaves him, making Tayce feel exposed. He opens his eyes to see Frank smirking at him. "What? Why did you stop?"

"I gotta go." Frank says and picks up his brief case and just like that, heads out the door, leaving Tayce needy...and alone.