A One Night Flop

With bold tension on their faces, enough to dry off whatever hardness and moistness stood within their underwears, they needed to think faster than they moved.

"Get in there, real quick." Liam said to Ava as he pointed towards the wardrobe that stood tall at the edge of the room.

Without protest, Ava sprinted stealthily into the wardrobe while Liam, still nervous, threw all of their clothes into the wardrobe before closing the door.

"I'm coming." Liam said in a feigned tone as though he hadn't been paying attention to the dozen rings of the doorbell.

"Liam, what took…? Ohhh! Uhmmm… you might want to wrap yourself in a towel or something." Jerry said with anxious stammer that Liam's nakedness provoked.

"Uhh, it's not what you're thinking." Liam said as he fidgetingly placed both his palms over his soft penis which laid half-asleep within his boxers.

"You aren't watching anything? How do you guys do it these days?... during my days, we used playboy magazines and some other nasty stuff you probably don't want to hear." Jerry said with a slightly judgemental nasty accent towards the silent and uneasy Liam.

Jerry was right. Liam didn't want to talk about any nasty stuff. Besides, who the fuck wanks to magazines these days? What was this, the 90's?

"Dddmmm mmmm!" Liam hacked his throat to get Jerry's mind off the many ways a man can please himself and on to the reason why he was here in the first place.

"Your room is quite wide, and is it just me or does it smell hormonal in here?" Jerry asked as he snooped around the room.

"Oh, fuck! What if…? I've got to stop this guy." Liam thought to himself as his eyes occasionally wandered off towards the wardrobe that was not too far from where Jerry stood.

"Uhhhmmm…" Liam couldn't pick his words afraid that he'd trigger some form of suspicion.

"It's okay, I'm just messing with you. I'm sorry I crashed your party though." Jerry said with a slight sinister chuckle leaking from his fat face.

Liam was holding within himself a dozen pieces of tension, and now Jerry was adding some fiery fuel to that fire.

"So, I got the text…" Liam said with the intention to let Jerry end it all.

"Yeah, that's it, Liam. I'm sorry though. Would you believe that she called me in person to notify me?" Jerry said with a mouthful of surprise.

"Wait. What? Charlotte was here?" Liam thought to himself before returning his gaze to Jerry.

"I don't think I heard you clearly. She was here, like physically?" Liam asked with attentive curiosity.

"Yeah, you get my shock, too! She looked furious though, but not in a bad way. It was more like the heartbroken kind of anger." Jerry babbled without care.

"Was that all she said, uhmm, to you?" Liam asked with concern bubbling within his belly and bouncing off his face.

"Yeahh. But I gotta say, you and Ava are roped in this, you know…" Jerry uttered to the unsettled Liam whose face looked like actual shit as he wondered if there was a hidden meaning in Jerry's words.

"Okay, my work here is done. I should let you both get back to it." Jerry said as he turned to leave the room.

"Both?" Liam asked out loud with a broken pitch and a frightened chord.

"Did I say it wrong?" Jerry asked with a clueless nerdy expression while pointing at the bra that dangled mid-air at the edge of the bed.

Was Jerry planning to give Liam a heart attack?

"Ohh! That? Yeah." Liam replied with a smile of relief as he looked at the bra and on to Jerry's flirty face.

Dumb guy! He thought Liam was jerking off to the bra. I guess being a decade earlier than the Gen Z just might really have you backward in a way.

"And yeah

Does he always talk this much?

"Yeah. Copy that. I'll be ready." Liam said to Jerry who didn't wait to hear his response before shutting the door.

"You can come out now." Liam whispered by the side of the wardrobe to Ava who felt like a cheap whore who'd been fucking a forbidden mystery.

"I'm sorry. I really am." Liam said with all sincerity.

"No, don't be. It wasn't any of your fault. So, I'm heading to my room. See you by the Uber tomorrow."

Was she really doing the whole 'let's act like nothing happened between us' act?

Liam didn't know what to say. He wasn't expecting that they'd fuck after all of this tension and stuff, but he certainly wasn't expecting a complete shut-out response.

While Liam was still in his head, Ava picked up her bra and put on all her clothes before heading to the door without giving Liam the slightest bit of eye contact.

This was a one-night flop.