"Sorry, I can't-"
Cloud's unable to finish his sentence.
Sorry, I can't get it up is what he wants to say.
But in the past few months, he has said this for far too many times that it'll probably sound like an excuse – or a lie – if he recites it again.
Even though it's all true.
Even though he really is having a hard time getting his cock up.
Usually Tifa lets him off with a strained smile and reassuring words that she would say like it's already scripted in her head.
But tonight, it seems like she has had enough of it.
She puts her tank top back on, then climbs back onto bed.
"I'm tired of this, Cloud," she remarks, face crumpling with dissatisfaction.
"I know… I'm sorry. It's just-"
"Is there something wrong with me?" she probes, looking at him intently.
"No, there's nothing wrong with you," he hurries to correct her.
She really isn't the problem. He is.
They've tried everything they could to turn him on but nothing works.
Her tits are no doubt the best part about her body. They're the highlights of his spank bank since he learned what it means to lust for someone. As her boyfriend, he likes to knead and suck on them whenever he can. Nowadays though? Even they can no longer turn him on.
Each time they try to fuck, there's always this nagging feeling creeping in his mind and chest that makes him want to run away.
He doesn't know whether it's guilt and shame over the things that he did behind her back.
Or a hollowness that comes from wanting something else – or rather, someone else.
"Maybe… we need to take a break and try this some other time," he suggests.
"For how long?"
"I… don't know."
She looks away and exhales very slowly.
Without a word, she wrenches open her bedside table drawer and takes out a purple thing – her favourite purple thing.
Her vibrator. Also indirectly his saviour that offers him protection against her built-up anger.
She removes her underwear and starts playing with herself. As if no one's watching. As if he's not there in the room with her. As if he's invincible.
He doesn't have a choice but to not let it bother him.
Instead, he just crawls under the blanket and tries his best to fall asleep.
Cloud never knew he has a kinky streak in him.
If someone told him several months ago that he would be the type to be fucking with someone in a car parked outdoors, during broad daylight, he wouldn't believe them.
Yet, here he is… in a Highwind 4WD SUV, pants and briefs tossed aside while he's riding Zack at the driver's seat.
His hips rise and fall, ruthlessly sinking Zack's cock deep into him and pulling it out with a force that makes him shudder.
Zack's holding him by his ass, rubbing and pinching his bottom cheeks like they're his stress balls.
Cloud has his arms circled around Zack's head for support.
It keeps Zack's face close to his chest, enabling the other man to continue playing with his nipples since they started their foreplay. Zack just wouldn't stop wiggling his tongue, digging his teeth and sucking with his mouth, leaving Cloud's nipples red, wet and dented with teeth marks.
A thought crosses his mind, and he decides to whirl his hips, jamming Zack's cock with his guts more than they already did.
Zack's heavy lidded eyes roll shut and he hears the other man mumble, "You sexy motherfucker…"
This move always sets Zack off.
Cloud knows.
It's what he wants.
Zack's fingers dig further into the plumpness of his ass cheeks as the man's thrusting his hips with a speed that spells his unwavering need to pump his cock dry.
As Cloud starts jerking his own cock, Zack leans forward and purrs, "Cum for me… Come on, cum for me."
He peaks, releasing white hot cum that empties his head and draws a yell out of his chest.
Zack's still swaying his hips but quicker this time. The other man's eyes are shut so tight that he's frowning.
A shout from Zack soon shakes the interior of the car again.
Cloud feels the cock inside him pulsating, releasing hot fluids that don't reach his insides.
Zack pulls out, freeing his cock. A rubber drooping with unloaded cum has kept it sheathed.
Zack's hands trail up to Cloud's face, holding it gently as they kiss.
They're smiling at each other before Zack's eyes drift to a scene that's happening outside of the SUV. Cloud turns slightly backwards and finds two women whispering to each other and pointing fingers at them.
Zack laughs. "We've been found out."
"Not the first time," he dismisses.
"Not the first time, huh…"
Zack's hands move down to his hips and it's stirring the horny in him again.
This man has truly rewired his brain.
One minute, they could just be talking like they normally would and the next, he would be too distracted to talk by the sight of Zack licking his lips, clawing his hair, or rolling up his sleeves.
They've fucked everywhere.
The studio. Alleys. Parks and gardens. Random rooftops. Toilet cubicles. Love hotels.
Everywhere. Regardless of time.
Sex with Zack has become almost like an addiction to him.
And it's probably why things with Tifa… aren't going so well.
"I… have to go. Tifa's waiting for me," he says, climbing down from Zack's lap and returning to the front passenger seat.
He grabs several pieces of tissue, then passes the box to Zack.
He's putting on his pants when he catches Zack muttering under his breath, "You're always in a hurry to go back to that woman."
Mentioning Tifa seems to upset the other man a lot these days.
But then again, he's not the only person who has some woman to go back to.
He has to remind Zack that someone else also still has a woman who keeps him locked down.
"And so do you," so he counters, staring sharply at Zack.
A brief silence passes before an unsettling smile bends Zack's lips.
"I want to meet this… Tifa of yours. Why don't you bring her to the coming exhibition?"
The glint in Zack's eyes tells him that the man's plotting something.
He zips his pants and sighs. "Fine."
He doesn't want to argue.