The Assistant [MxM]

18. |part two|

Sincere huffed, "Just put the tip in,"

Shakur burst into laughter, "Are we teenagers?"

"No, but we can just—"

"Pretty," Shakur gave him a look, "I said I got something to handle, you heard me say that right?"

"Y— yeah,"

"So, why are you still asking and throwing a temper tantrum."

Sincere knew when to make the switch from his dominant side— and right now he could tell he should probably listen to what Shakur was saying or he wouldn't be getting any dick at all. The vibe he picked up on from Shakur was one he knew that if he pushed too far it could go one of two ways, he would either punish him in bed or hold out on fuçking him period.

"I'm not," he sighed, "I'll just go to the pool house, I need to sleep before work anyway." He started to grab his belongings.

"You don't wanna shower with me?"

Sincere laughed a little, "If you're not fuçking me in that shower then no, I'll go home."

Shakur grabbed his shorts putting them on while Sincere did the same, "You don't have to walk me handsome, it's literally right in the backyard."

"I ask you that?" Shakur looked to him, Sincere blushed and let him walk him across the backyard as he insisted on doing.

Once they made it to the door, Sincere opened it and Shakur heard laughter so he decided to walk in. Stepping into the kitchen both Kennedy and Phylicia instantly rolled their eyes at him, Sincere tried sneaking up the stairs as if he was a teenaged boy who had just snuck into the house and didn't want his parents to see him. He really didn't want to talk to them knowing he had dick on his breath and the fact he knew he looked crazy at the moment. It didn't make it no better that he'd left a big hickey on Shakur's neck and Shakur only had on his shorts— he was shirtless.

"I know you didn't try to ease away Sin," Phylicia called out and he cursed to himself.

Kennedy laughed, he entered the kitchen holding his own shirt in his hand looking like a deer that had been caught in headlights. "Hey," he spoke.

"I thought that we weren't speaking to him," Kennedy looked back and forth between the two, talking to Sincere. "Just weak in the knees,"

"Girl— I never said that,"

"Oh, but you did." Kennedy mugged him, "You said that you was done with him and you were going over there to put your foot down— even said he wasn't even attractive to you no more. I just feel like if I cut someone off you should too."

Shakur leaned against the counter, Sincere felt him staring a hole into his face. He wouldn't dare look at him, "Kennedy— he's your dad. How are you really upset with me right now? As if you can cut him off forever? Stop talking,"

"Answer me one question and I won't tell him what all you really said,"

Sincere gave her a tight lipped smile, "Sweetheart? Stop talking before we both end up fuçked up," he warned her.

Kennedy thought about what he said then her face drained color, "Whatever," she rolled her eyes.

Just a few days ago Sincere had made her cry from the talk he had with her once he caught her and Joshua having sex— it was clear they were doing it but to be disrespectful about it was another thing. She only cried because he said that he was disappointed in her and he promised not to tell Shakur because his main rule in order for Joshua to stay there was no sex, he didn't care that she was pregnant and there wasn't more for them to do. He cared about them respecting him, their house and he trusted them to be alone. They really didn't want Shakur to not trust them or kick Joshua out.