EroticReverie

Aurelia Angeles

That night, I fall asleep in Gavin's room. Not on purpose, but because him and Bruin fucked my brains out, and after cleaning up and coming in to say goodnight to him, he'd pulled me on the bed, fucked me again, and ..I just...kinda fell asleep. Okay, so maybe I was enjoying the post sex cuddling I didnt usually allow a little too much, on top of his teasing about my admitting I wanted to fuck Dov. 

But wanting to fuck Dov, and liking him were two seperate things. Each day that went by with him being an ass, the more I disliked him. The need to fuck him though? That never quite went away, not even a little bit. 

When I wake up with Gavin spooning me, I realize how much I fucking like it, and how it can never, ever fucking happen again. Stupid little brain of mine, doing things I dont want it to do. But sitting there watching a movie with him and Bruin last night, had been....nice. Until the whole dirty little fuck fest on the couch and then again on Bruins bed. But it had been so sickeningly domestic, and they both shared my attention with ease, and showered me with theirs in different ways all the time. Not always sexual, sometimes just doing cute little things, or doing simple things for me that I could do myself, but them doing it because they want to. It was blurring the lines of "just sex" , and I didn't need to be letting myself fall for these tattooed sex gods. But my fucking vagina, would not listen to reason. It wanted to keep playing with the tattooed sex gods, cause it was the most pleased she'd ever been. 

Bruins love for toys in the bedroom was icredibly hot, and in the past couple days since hooking up, the man has given me so many orgasms in just the handful of times we've fucked than I can even count. That got damn fucking massage wand on my clit, paired with his dick inside me, fucking hell. I came like a fountain the instant he pressed it to my clit, and I KEPT cumming till he decided to show me mercy. 

I slip out of Gavin's bed and go to the bathroom , take a shower and go to my room where I get dressed to get ready to go into the shop. 

The guys all had a tattoo convention to go to, and even though Bruin and Gavin invited me to come along this weekend, I didn't want to intrude on their little tattoo male bonding trip. The look Dov had given me when the two asked me the other day, screamed that he did NOT want me to tag along. And not that I care about what Dov wants, I figured, I'd promised to be a good room mate, so I declined the invite, which seemed to settle Dov's tight lipped expression. 

Bruin and Gavin are both sleeping, and I don't want to wake them since they have a pretty long drive today, and we all stayed up way past their planned bedtime. So I grab my purse, and my phone and snag Gavin's set of keys to the shop. 

The shop would be closed this weekend, but I'd told Gavin and Bruin that I'd go in , and just do some cleaning, and they laughed and told me everything was clean from the other day when I'd cleaned the place. I'd just shrugged. Cleaning calmed me, it centered me, knowing things were clean gave me peace. So I'd clean the shop this morning, and then the apartment tonight....and then...probably masturbate my way all the way though to Sunday night when they got back late. 

The sun's not even rising yet when I make way down the city blocks towards the shop. The little cafe isnt even open next door, infact nothing is other than the 24 hour bodega on the corner a few blocks after the shop, and I dont feel like walking the extra few blocks for burnt stale cofee, so I decide to wait till the the cafe next door opens. 

I unlock the door, and turn on the lights, setting my keys and purse on the counter, and then start my way from the back of the shop. I turn up the radio , leaving it on the guys Rock station that they leave playing, even if it wasn't my cup of tea to begin with, their music choices have definitely grown on me. Also, I think Dov would literally explode if I were to play Harry Styles or Ariana Grande in his tattoo shop. Even though he's not here, I still don't touch the settings and just continue on breaking down the few boxes of the cleaning supplies I already stocked the closet with and then search the stock room and supply closet for anything else that can be thrown out. I grab the trash, from the one waste basket in Dov's office in the back and I look at the picture of the three of them on the wall. A small smile tugs at my lips, seeing pre tattooed Bruin, Dov and Gavin shirtless, arms around each others neck, smiling at the camera. God, they were beautiful men. Even when they were what looked like my age or a bit younger, before they'd covered themselves in tattoos, and looked like men you wouldnt dare fuck with. 

I walk over and I look closer at the middle one. The one who hasnt smiled since the fucking day I arrived. Dov had a great smile. I blink and lift my hand to the picture frame. Slipping my fingers over the thick black frame and finding myself making a promise that I'd see that fucking smile for myself, in person, somehow. 

I walk out of the office, grabbing the few boxes, and other trash, unlock the door  and bring them out to the dumpster out back. I almost jump out of my skin and piss myself when a unkempt face peeks around the corner of the dumpster.

"S-sorry...I...I didnt mean to scare ya...I'll g-go" the old man says, pulling down his hat over his ears, his nose bright red from the sting of the cold, and his jacket with several holes, is puffed out, full of newpapers. He was homeless, and my fucking heart breaks. 

"No..you're okay" I say and he looks at me, and I swear I think his eyes start to water. 

"I dont mean no trouble" he says and I give him a soft smile. 

"I know, I'm just jumpy, haven't had my coffee yet, not fully awake...why don't you...um...come inside, and get warm?" I ask gesturing towards the shop. 

"Oh no, I can't ask that" he says.

"You didnt. I offered." I say with a kind smile. 

"Come in and get warm, and when the cafe opens up next door, I'll get us some coffee and breakfast." I say with a smile. He nods. 

"thank you ma'am" he says and I smile at the fact someone who was probably at least three times my age would speak to me with such respect. 

"Of course."

His name is Benny. His wife died six years ago, he became depressed , lost his job...lost his house. Had no family, nobody to help him. No kids. Nothing. Just him.  I tried my best not to pity him, I didnt want him to know I felt sorry for him. I didnt want to hurt whatever pride he might have left. 

Benny helps me even when I insist he just sit still. I turn on the television in the front room for him but he claims he never watched much tv even when he had one. I leave it on anyways with the closed captions on and turn the station to on the satellite radio to Jazz when Benny mentions how much he likes it. 

An hour goes by , I know the cafe next door has been open for at least fifteen minutes so I tell Benny to sit tight while I go next door to grab us coffees and breakfast bagels. 

Carla the shop owner has gotten a late start so it takes me about fifteen minutes before I'm out of the caffee and walking back to the tattoo shop, my jaw falling open when I see Benny, held off his fucking feet against the wall by fucking Dov who is snarling in his fucking face. I scream through the glass, whipping the door open.

"DOV! PUT HIM DOWN!" I scream, setting the coffee down in a hurry, one spilling all over the glass as Dov looks to me. 

"HE BROKE IN, TRYING TO STEAL FROM ME" He snarls at Benny, poor fucking Benny who cant even speak, just stuttering in fear.

"I LET HIM IN YOU ASSHOLE! PUT HIM DOWN!, RIGHT NOW!" I scream my voice cracking as I pull and Dov's big fucking arms, and slap them as I push him.

"What the fuck do you mean you let him in ?!" He yells at me and I flinch at the volume of his voice. 

"I mean he was out side, and it was fucking cold, so I let him come inside! Quit being a fucking jerk!" I yell at him and turn to Benny, who , shit...I look down. I see the soaked front of his pants. Dov literally made him piss himself, and honestly  I don't blame Benny one fucking bit. 

"cmon Benny." I say gently and lead him to the rest room.

"AURELIA!" Dov calls after me.

"fuck you!" I call to him. 

"I'll get you some clothes Benny" I whisper to him and his lower lip trembles and I apologize to him. Shutting the door and flying back to Dov.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yell at him. 

"ME!? ME?! I COME HERE THINKING IM GONNA FIND YOU HERE, BUT INSTEAD THERES SOME FUCKING OLD MAN IN HERE AND YOURE NO GOD DAMN WHERE TO BE FOUND!!" He yells, seething at me, towering over me. 

"I was getting us coffee and fucking bagels! We were hungry!" I squeak, not at all sounding as tough as I want to right now. 

I watch Dov throw his hand up and through his mess of black hair. 

"God fucking DAMNIT!" he yells and I jerk. 

"STOP YELLING AT ME!" I scream at him. 

his lips tighten and his nostrils flare, and I glare right back at him. 

"I need to...I need to get Benny some new pants...Can you...you're not his size obviously...but..." I say trailing off. 

"You want me to go back to the apartment, and get clothes, for the homless guy that you let in our shop?"

"He's not ' a homeless guy' he's a fucking human being and his fucking name is Benny, and YES...because YOU...you fucking barbarian...made him....made him piss his fucking pants" I whisper yell at him. "So you WILL go get him some fucking clothes while I wash the ones he has."

"Aurelia, no." he growls. 

"YES" I bite out. 

"I'm not....leaving you here with some fucking homele-"

My glare stops him. 

"Im not leaving you here...with a stranger." 

"He's been her for over a fucking hour, he's harmless, and what do you care anyways what happens to me?" I glare at him. 

His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare again , and he turns snatching his keys off the floor and storms out. 

He BETTER come back with some fucking clothes for Benny.