Quarantine Bae

Quarantine Bae Chapter 3

Tivonte

Deciding to not waste time, I ordered, "On your knees, faggot."

He quickly obeyed like the submissive faggot I was sure he was.

"Now, I just want to make this clear. The first blowjob had no consequences; it was just me shooting my load in your curious mouth. But now the second load comes with strings attached," I revealed, unbuckling my pants.

His eyes went big, although I was unsure if it was exciting because I was pulling out my big black dick, or nervousness as I prepared to explain the way it was going to be.

When he didn't respond, I tapped my fully erect dick on his lips and asked, "So have you accepted the reality that you are my faggot?".

"Yes," he admitted, staring at my cock. He was transfixed by my dick.

"Just so you understand, as soon as your faggot lips wrap around my cock you become my faggot."

"W-w-what?" he stammered, looking up from his submissive position.

"The first taste was free, the second one makes you my faggot, my cocksucker." I made it simple for him.

He looked at me confused, clearly trying to understand the implications of my last words.

I clarified my conditions, "Simply put, faggot, you will be my cocksucker. If I call you, you get your fairy ass to me as soon as you can. "

"Oh," he uttered, clarity of consequence suddenly hitting him.

I rubbed my cock on his lips, making the temptation to please me harder to resist. I offered my cock to him, "Become my faggot, Ken. We both know you want to."

He looked up, "And no one will know?"

Knowing he was mine, I gave him the comfort he needed. "I won't tell anyone."

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and took my cock between his lips. My smile broadened, "Good girl, you will make a very good little faggot, won't you?" He moaned what I assumed was a yes, but I wanted him to say it, to acknowledge it to me. "I will only ask you this one more time, are you my faggot?"

He looked up, taking my dick out of his mouth, "Yes, I am your faggot."

"My dicksucker."

"Yes, your dicksucker," he repeated and surprised me when he added, "I love your big hard black cock." He took my stiff rod back in his mouth and began a slow simmering blowjob. It was easily the best blow-job I had ever received; he seemed to worship my cock. Also, unlike most other guys I’d been with, he didn't whine about me being too big or that his jaw was sore. He just kept a steady rhythm. Feeling my balls beginning to bubble, I decided to mark my property the best way possible, a facial. Once I was close, I pulled out and began pumping my dick with my fist. I ordered, "Beg for my cum, faggot."

Caught in the moment and horny from his naughty taboo act of submission, he begged rather convincingly for my cum. "I need your cum. Spray your cum all over your faggot's face."

I obliged, almost simultaneously exploding gob after gob of my cum onto my faggot's face. Insatiable, my cum-hungry faggot, my cum all over his face, took my cock back into his mouth. I reached for my phone deciding to capture this moment forever and demanded, "Smile, faggot…”

“Guys!”

Just then I see Jared walk in the room.  He doesn’t knock.  He always knocks.   When he walks in I throw something over me.   This was becoming more and more frequent of a thing.

“What the fuck? Don’t you knock?”  Ken screams out at my best friend.

I give Ken a look.  He knew what my relationship with Jared meant to me.   He did shit like this on purpose.  

“I just need to talk to Tivonte for a second,” he says…

I leave Ken walking outside with Jared.   I can tell from Jared’s face that something has him shook up.  

“Who's the kid?”  I ask.

Some kid is sitting on the couch.   He looks like he's watching tv but the television goes out completely and it’s interrupted by a public service announcement telling everyone to stay in the house no matter what.  

“It’s Saint’s son,” he says.

“You playing stepdad?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes,  “Saint is straight.   I’m just helping a friend out.   He was there to help me.”

I watch as Jared walks over to the kid.  The kid looks a little scared because of the public announcement.   Jared shuts the television off and says some calming words of the kid.   I’m not sure what he says but it seems to work.   Jared was ridiculously good with kids and it showed in moments like this.

When he walks back over to me I let out a sneaky smile, “I would have kept it down if I knew we had a kid over.

He looks back and asks me the strangest question,  “You two talk to each other like that…”

He must have overheard me calling Ken a faggot so many times.  

I sigh a little bit,  “It’s Ken.   His sex drive is insatiable.   Ever since the pandemic hit all we do is watch Netflix,  eat and have sex.”

“Is it all about sex with him?” He asks,  “It’s just you know my biggest secrets.  You know that weird thing about my parents.   What do you even talk to a guy like Ken about?”

“No, we talk about other stuff.”

Jared laughs.

“Like what?”

I think about it.   My relationship with Ken was more sex driven than anything.   Ken wanted it at least twice a day.   Now that we were on a pandemic that had increased to three or four times a day.   I had to admit that the role-playing was getting intense as well.    It was all just becoming a lot.

“What do you want me to say: we have deep meaningful conversations about the world?  Because we don’t.  Not everyone is waiting on the perfect guy to drop out of the sky Jared.  Some of us settle for what we have going for us.”

It sounded sad but it wasn’t.   I was happy with Ken for the most part.   He was loyal.  He was sexy.  And he fucked like a porn star.

Anyone would be happy.  Right?

“Just figured you guys would get closer...especially with the quarantine.  Just concerned about a friend…”

Just like Jared to bring this up.   I wasn’t mad at him.   He just always seemed to have a way of bringing up insecurity you’ve always had in your mind.  

And right now I’m thinking about the insecurity of being able to keep Ken’s attention.  He demanded so much to the point that even my friendship with Jared was an issue for him.  He wanted to get serious but we hadn’t evolved past smashing like rabbits.   So how the hell was I supposed to take Ken seriously?

I shake off the thought, “Is that what you brought me out here to talk about?  The intimacy issues in my relationship?”

“I'm nervous about this quarantine… look…”

He opens the window.   Just then we look outside and we see Maria on the second floor.  She is packing all her things in front of a UHaul truck.  

“She’s leaving?”

“Yeah.   A lot of people are.  They are saying the cities aren’t safe no more.”

I shiver, “I know they aren’t safe anymore.

“I’m scared man.  More and more people are getting sick.  The TV keeps going off.  Cell phone signals are shot  The disease is getting so much worse.   It’s like the entire world is going to shit.   Maybe we should go too…”

He was right.   It was almost like the end of the world.   I’d gone outside.   I’d seen the riots break out everywhere.  

“Where the hell would we go?”  I ask, “Maria always talked about that cabin her grandma had in the woods.   We don’t have that.”

“This City is going to get worse before it gets better,” he warns me.

“We’ll be OK,” I promise him, “Come here.”

I grab up my best friend and put his head in my chest.   I can tell this is getting to him.   It’s getting to all of us.  There was just something about being in the house all the time that messed with your mind.   I had Ken.   He didn’t have anyone.   It had to be getting lonely for him and honestly, I wasn’t playing my part as his best friend.  

“Am I disturbing something?” Ken asks from the kitchen.

I look over at Ken who walks in to see us embracing.

“No of course not,” I say,  “Jared was just scared…”

“I’m scared too.   I don’t see you comforting me.   What the hell is going on between you two?”

“What?” Jared asks.

Ken has this bitter look on his face.   It wasn’t the first time that he’s made faces when it came to Jared but today was different.   Maybe it’s because Jared had walked in on us again or maybe the quarantine was finally getting to Ken’s head but he was pissed.   He was pissed to the point that there was a huge vein sticking out from his forehead.  

“Are you two fucking!”  He roars.

“Baby are you serious?”  I ask.

“You always prioritize him over me,” Ken states, “You left me in the room with a mouthful of cum to come out here and hug on Jared!”

“There’s a kid in the room,” Jared glares at Ken.

“I don’t give a FUCK!”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jared get in someone’s face as quickly as he moves over to Ken’s face.   For a moment I think he’s going to hit Ken!   I jump forward trying to break them up and calm them down.  Luckily at that moment, the doorbell rings.

Jared goes for it but I call him back.

“Wait!  Don’t open it.   We need to make sure the person isn’t sick.”

“It’s just Saint from upstairs.”

“Anyone can be sick,” Ken says,  “Don’t let him in…”

“His kid is here,” Jared argues,  “We have to let him in.”

Both men look over at me.   I know this is something that I’m going to hear about later on but I have no choice.   When we needed Saint he was there.   It was only right that I return the favor.

I open the door for Saint…

“Hey…” Saint says as the door opens looking at Jared, “Thanks for watching Squeak man.”

He seems a little awkward.   He doesn’t even address me or Ken.  He doesn’t even give either one of us eye contact.  He just looks straight at Jared as though the rest of us don’t even exist.

“No problem.   You said it was an emergency when you brought him down earlier,” Jared states, “Everything OK?”

“You didn’t hear?  A group of rioters broke into the garage last night.  Vandalized all the cars.   My car was stolen…”

“Fuck,” I state,  “Seriously?”

“Yeah.  Just stay inside guys.  Stay safe.   It’s hell out there.  I was planning on driving to the other side of town and see if anything’s open.”

“Everything is shut down,” Jared assured him,  “The grocery stores were all empty and that was before the break-ins.”

“Great.  Not even sure how we are going to eat tonight…”

“How about you, your kid and your brother come over for dinner?”  I offer,  “I was going to cook.”

Jared nods,  “Tivonte is an awesome cook.   That’s an amazing idea.”

I’m surprised when Saint doesn’t jump at the idea.   He looks hesitant and just overall uncomfortable about something.   He’s been acting like this since he walked into the house.

“You know it’s OK...I’m sure we have some ramen leftover somewhere…”

“He’s right.  Plus we should be social distancing,”  Ken responds with a bit of a weird laugh.

“Listen,  we all said we’d have each other’s back.   Saint, you helped with Jared’s gunshot wound and your brother helped me go look for Ken.   We owe it to you guys…”

Plus this was a way to get Ken off my back about having a thing for Jared.    Maybe if Jared’s love interest was around Ken wouldn’t be acting different fucking weirdo.  

You would think Ken would be happy about this but he just keeps shaking his head.

“I’m sure he has better things to do,” Ken interrupts.

“Please…” Jared says looking at Saint,  “It would mean the world for me if you came…”

It’s a little weird seeing Jared acting like this for a guy.   I mean Saint was a good looking guy.  Most of the guys Jared talked to were way under his level and you knew it was just some temporary fling.  Even those guys came around far and in between.   This guy Saint was the first time Jared mentioned to have a crush.   And honestly, it was a bit shocking to see him acting all flustered over a guy.  

Saint smiles slightly and to be honest with you I’m shocked when it happens.  

“Actually yeah if it would mean that much to you I’ll come over tonight.”

~.  

The television is playing as I get ready for tonight.   They are talking about a mass grave being dug for all the people that died of the Dark Fever.   The Fever is crossing the nation and to be honest, I don’t want to hear about it.  Not tonight at least.   I shut the television off.

I have a feeling it’s going to be an interesting night and as I’m getting ready with my lasagna I see my boyfriend walk into the room clearly with an attitude.   He doesn’t talk to me as he crosses the kitchen.   It isn’t until I grab him from around his waist and pull him over to me that he finally addresses me.

He walks out of the room in some short shorts.  His ass is looking nice.   Ken was the perfect guy.  Literally.   He was the kind of guy that you just dreamt about being with when you were a young little kid.   He knew he was the most attractive guy in most rooms and maybe that’s why he always seemed to have an attitude.  He knew he could get away with it.

But no lie...sometimes the bad attitude turned me on.

“You still mad at me?”

“Depends...are you in love with your best friend?”

I laugh at that moment,  “Oh wow.   So you still on the bullshit bro…”

I turn away from Ken.  

“What’s so funny about that?”

“What’s funny is that you are probably the most attractive guy I’ve ever been with but you somehow have to also be the most insecure.   I would never cheat on you…”

“How do I know that?”  He asks having a bone to pick about all of this,  “You always chose Jared’s side.   I didn’t want those boys from upstairs to come over tonight.”

“Bae you don’t live here.  You don’t have a say.”

It was kind of harsh but it was the truth.   I can see him well up with emotions though and I regret it almost immediately.  

Maybe I’d been too harsh.  

“You’re right maybe I should leave since I don’t live here…”

He tries to walk away.   I walk behind him pushing him up against the walls.  He tries to struggle. I rub my dick up against the crack of his ass cheeks.   As soon as I do that it seems to humble him up a little bit.   He seems to appreciate this little bit of pressure.  I knew my Ken.   If there was one thing that could shut him up it was a big dick pressed up against him.

“Stop playing.  Have you seen me?  If I wanted to fuck Jared don’t you think I could have already.”

I didn’t mean to come off as cocky but it was what it was.   I was an extra tall, dark chocolate handsome man with pearly white teeth and a body that made people ask often if I played professional basketball.   Let’s just say I never had an issue having to play emotional tricks with guys.

“I never said fuck.  I asked if you were in love with him.”

“Oh, Jesus….”

“You realize you still haven’t answered the question…”

I turn him around and plant a kiss on his mouth.   Our tongues meet one another and I put as much pressure into the kiss that I can.   I don’t want Ken to just taste me.   I want him to feel this kiss down in that boy pussy of his.   I want him to tingle the next time he thinks of these lips.  Maybe then he’ll stop doubting me.

“I want you.   I want to be with you.   We make the perfect couple.  We have fan pages made for us on Instagram.  Hashtag Relationship Goals.  Remember?”

That makes him smile.  Ken leans over to kiss me again when I hear a knock on the door and see Jared come out of the room.  

Whoa.

“Jared is that you?”

Jared didn’t have on his usual contacts.   His outfit was simple.  It was all black but it was fitted just right.   His pants fit perfectly making his already perfect bubble butt look huge.  He’d been wolfing a bit since the Quarantine but today he had on a clean cut.   I could smell his strong masculine cologne from here.  

“Really?”  Ken asks pushing me off.

Ken gets another attitude clearly and walks into the living room area.   This time I don’t chase him though.  

“What?  I’m still a man.  I was just commenting on the fact that my best friend looked good tonight.  Never seen you clean up so good.  All this for Saint…”

“Saint is straight.  He made that clear to me,”. Jared responds.

I’m confused.   I was so sure that he was head over heels for Saint at this point.   But knowing Jared he didn’t pull out the sexy black number for nothing.   Not with pants that fit like that.  

“Then who's this for?”  I ask, more curious than anything because I’d never seen my best friend actually out in an effort to appear sexy.

He shrugs not letting his secret out but as he walks to the door I hear the reaction that he gets from the person opening the door.

“Dammm…”

I turn and realize it’s Soul.  Soul is all tatted up and clearly didn’t bother to get dressed for the occasion.   He was a cool enough guy.  I’d gotten to know him when we spent time looking for Ken.   He was someone who definitely didn’t put in a lot of effort.   He on a sleeveless tank top and these shorts that were ripped to the point of being shredded.   He’s standing next to Saint who has in a button-up shirt and the two looked almost opposite of one another.

Seeing the way Soul looked at Jared was as though Jared was a piece of steak he couldn’t wait to put his mouth on.  

I was shocked.  I’d seen people look at Ken like this but never Jared.  Never in a million years.

“Jared!”

Even Saint’s kid seems to get excited when he runs in the house and hugs Jared’s legs.   He gives him the tightest squeeze possible.

Saint looks shocked, “Never seen him respond to anyone like that.  Not even me…”

“I’m good with kids,” Jared shrugs.  

“Hey guys…”

Just then Ken walks out and he has on all black, just like Jared.   His pants are super tight.   I think he was trying to go for the look that Jared had but his pants were a bit too tight unlike Jared’s which just fit perfectly.   I look at Ken and give him a look.

What the hell was he doing?  Competing with Jared now?

“Well, I got you...I mean, you guys, some flowers,” Saint says, “You know for the table.   Fresh grown from my patio garden…”

Saint seemed a little nervous.   For a moment I forget that he’s straight with how nervous he sounds but then I remember the guy has an entire kid.   He was straight.    Jared said he even confirmed it.   Soul, on the other hand, was not straight.

“Thank you so much I’ll go put these on the table and get this little one a meal to eat while watching Paw Patrol…”

“Paw Patrol!”  The kid squeaks out loudly grabbing onto Jared’s hand and being led away.  

Soul is watching Jared’s ass the entire time he walks away and I’m sure it’s uncomfortably obvious to the rest of us what he’s doing when he’s doing it.  

“You gotta hook me up with your friend,” Soul says to me.

“Jesus Christ… I’m sorry for my brother's rudeness,” Saint interrupts.

“We all grown,” Soul crosses his arms, “I’m just being honest.”

“You want HIM?” Ken laughs,  “Weird ass Jared…”

“Ken dont…”

Ken could really get...spiteful...when it came to someone he didn’t like.  And clearly he didn’t like Jared.   I don’t think he ever did.  

“What’s wrong with Jared?”  Saint asks.

“I mean really.  Remember when you told me about the fact that he spent three years in a gay rehabilitation center…”

Soul looks shocked,  “Three years…”

“Yep fucked up his childhood.  That’s why he’s addicted to cartoons…”

Just at that moment, Jared pops up.   Fuck.   Fuck.  Fuck. Jared tends to pop up when things were the most inconvenient for a pop-up.   The fact that he overheard Ken talking shit about him was one thing.   The fact that one day on a drunk night having pillow talk that I delivered Ken this secret was something else entirely.  

My mouth hangs open,  “Ken what the fuck…”

Ken shrugs, “What, it’s the truth.  Is the food ready?  I wanna eat.”

That’s how Ken is sometimes.  He walks in,  fucks things up and then leaves as though he had nothing to do with it.    

Before I know it we are sitting at the table.

“Can I talk to you?”  I ask Jared.

“Not now.”

He’s pissed.   I can hear it in his tone.  I’d betrayed him and from the looks of things he probably would have preferred to be anywhere else but here.  

“This lasagna is awesome,” Ken states out of nowhere.

He seems the only one who isn’t phased by the awkwardness of what is going on.

“You know, trauma builds character,” Soul says out of nowhere “I think it’s sexy that Jared went through that and survived…”

He licks his lips over at Jared but Jared is so out of it that he doesn’t even respond.  Soul clearly didn’t know Jared.  This is bad.  When he was really upset he walked himself up in his mind.   There was nothing there right now but a cold dark shell eating silently.  

“Not now man.  Seriously,” Saint checks his brother.

“Can I talk to you?”  I ask again.

Ken shakes his head,  “He doesn’t want to talk…”

“Can you shut the fuck up! You’ve done enough!”  I state but then immediately find myself regretting talking to Ken like that,  “Bae I’m sorry it’s just—-“

Ken's mouth is open and I’m unsure how I’m going to get out of this but then all of a sudden the power starts going out.  

“Don’t worry.  We got a backup generator hooked up to this apartment,” I tell them.

Sure enough, the lights flick back on.   That’s not the only weird thing happening though.   Suddenly there is this loud knock on the front door.   It’s this banging noise.    

“You invited someone else?”  Saint asks me.

The knocking rattles the hinges of the door.  It goes harder and harder.   All of us look at one another.   Maybe on a normal day and age, this wouldn’t matter.   A knock on the door could mean anyone back in the day but this wasn’t back in the day.   This was the age of the Dark Fever and that meant something entirely different to everyone in the room.

From looking through the peephole he mentions the voice, “Oh it’s just Ms. Jules.”

He reaches for the door handle but I jump out of my seat almost immediately almost jerking towards him and yelling out, “Wait!”

“What? You know Ms. Jules…”

“It’s just that they say the Dark Fever hits older people first…”  I point out.

“He’s right.  Don’t risk it…” Ken responds.

Jared gives Ken a look.   I can tell from the look on his face that he is turned off, “You would say that.”

Ken gets up,  “Bitch, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Jared isn’t one for confrontation.  I give Ken a look but truthfully I don’t know if I’d expect anything less from him.   Ken could definitely be a bit aggressive at times and maybe it’s his food looks that softened the blow but he came off so often as just fucking harsh.  

“She needs help…” Jared pleads.

Saint turns to us from his chair,  “I won’t tell you guys what to do.   It’s your house but she didn’t look so good the other day.”

I get up and walk to the door.   I peak through the peephole.   Sure enough, the old lady has black sweat pouring from her forehead.   She was coughing loudly and I watch when she puts her hand on the door.   She was suffering out there.

“Help me.  Please.  Let me in.  Please.  I’m all alone…”

She says it loud enough that everyone in the apartment hears it.   The eerie plea plagues the dining room.   Soul drops his fork clearly losing his appetite and mumbles a low, “fuck”.   Saint just seems to be staring over at Jared not saying a word or showing any sort of emotion.    Then there is Ken who has his arms crossed shaking his head as though I planned on opening the door.

“No one hears her?”  Jared asks,  “No one going to fucking help her?  Fine, I’ll do it…I’ll open the fucking door.”

He’s upset.   I can tell.   He tried to go for the door but I grab him, literally having to bear hug him.  

“She has it!”  I tell him putting grasping onto him as he desperately tries to get to the door.   I hold Jared until he calms down and I say it again a bit more calmly this time, “She has it…”

She had the Dark Fever.  All the symptoms were there.  The black sweats,  the discolored skin, and even the bloody nose.   The old lady has it.

“I’ll call an ambulance,” Saint says,  “I’ll call an ambulance…”

I’m not sure but I think he reacts like that and grabs his phone because he wants to calm down Jared.   I wanted to calm Jared down too.   But the thing is we all knew Saint getting on the phone like that wasn’t going to help.   It wasn’t going to help at all.  

Time passes by quickly and the old lady has stopped banging.   It’s not because she’s gone but it’s because she has fainted outside of our door.

“I can’t get anyone.  Tell him I’m still trying,” Saint walks over and says.  

I nod a quick “thanks.”

“Did you hear that Jared?  Everything is going to be OK,” I tell him,  “I don’t know what’s happening in this world but we will get through this together.   OK.   I’m not going anywhere.  I’m right here.”

There is silence for a moment.

Then out of nowhere he just says,  “I hate you…”

It comes from underneath the door like a heartbreaking bullet.  It may have been because I betrayed his secret earlier or perhaps it was the fact that I didn’t help Ms. Jules.  II think my heart breaks a little bit when I hear it.   I’ve let him down in a way that I thought I never would have.   The others didn’t want Ms.  Jules to come in either but it didn’t matter to him what the others thought.   He didn’t know the others.   He didn’t trust the others.

He trusted me.

And at that moment I realize for the first time in my life I’ve gotten my heartbroken.   And there’s only one person that could break my heart.  Only one person ever had that kind of power.  

“It’s funny that you say you hate me...because I’m in love with you…”

Just then I see Ken walking past.  He’s probably come to check on me.  Probably come to see why I was still outside of Jared’s door.

I wonder if he hears me admit my love for Jared.  I’m not sure.   All I know is that Jared heard it.  And I know that this changes everything forever.

“The old lady is dead,” Ken tells me, “Guys in Hazmat suits showed up to take the body…”

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