EWB: Enemies With Benefits

by N.R. Walker

He got even taller, filled out more. With his still-floppy hair, high cheekbones, and sharp jaw, he was hot enough to be a model, and he turned heads wherever he went.

“What’s your cat’s name?” “Enzo.” I snorted. I had no clue what an Enzo was, but it suited it. “He looks just like you.”

“I want you to hate me. I need you to hate me.” Then he popped the button on my jeans and wrapped his fingers around my cock, pumping me rough and hard. “And when you fuck me with your monster cock, I need you to hate me as hard as you can.”

“Look at how you take my cock,” he grunted. “Like the fucking whore you are.”

I was bereft by his absence, hollowed out and empty. I wanted him to stay inside me. I wanted him to stay inside me until he was ready to fuck me again. I wanted his seed inside me. So he’d know he owned me, and he could treat me as if he owned me anytime he wanted. I wanted it to never end.

“What—and I mean this with as much sincerity as possible—the actual fuck? You want me to hate-fuck you?” Hate-fuck. That made me smile. “Yes.”

What I hated most of all was that I hated him a little less.

oh no

I redressed, took another bottle of water from his fridge because he wouldn’t fucking miss it, stopped to give Enzo the cat a scratch—he was perched on the arm of the sofa watching me, so it’d have been rude not to say hello—and then I locked the front door behind me when I left.

Enzo!!!

No one else touches him. No one but me.

No one touched Valentine fucking Tye but me. God, it was so fucked up.

Enzo saw the open pantry as an opportunity for more food, so I scooped him up and held him. At least he wasn’t yelling at me now. “There’s more food in here for you than what there is for your dad.”

goddammit stop being cute

He put the bag of edamame back to his eye and gestured to Enzo, who was now a black loaf purring on my lap. “What the fuck is this?” “He likes me. Cats are a very good judges of character.” “He’s a traitor, and he crossed enemy lines.” I laughed. “Enemies with benefits includes cuddles with the cat.”

I woke up before the sun to find Valentine using my arm as a pillow, tucked into my side with his head on my chest. He was sound asleep.

Enzo met me in the kitchen. He sat there with his tail wrapped around his little front paws and gave me a judgemental up and down. Pretty sure he knew what I did to his owner twice a week, and he was not impressed.

“But I won’t tell your dad if you don’t.” “Tell me what?” Both Enzo and I looked up to find Valentine standing near the wall. “Nothing,” I answered. “Right, Enzo?” He stayed silent. I grinned at Valentine. “See? I’m his favourite.”

He meowed, and I shot Valentine a look. “He tells me you haven’t fed him yet.” Valentine rolled his eyes and sighed. “He lies.”

I wanted to stretch him thin, to iron out any knots and troubles, and hold him. I wanted to kiss him, make sure he ate properly. I wanted to make him smile. I wanted to fix him. So I held him tighter and fucked him slower. I lost myself to the warmth of his body, to the feel of him underneath me, to the sounds he made, to the gasps and moans. I lost all track of time. And maybe for the first time, I lost myself. All that existed was him.

But Valentine got to his knees on the bed and put his hard dick in my face. “You forgot something,” he said. With his hands still tied with my shirt, he took handfuls of my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth, and he proceeded to skull fuck me. And I let him.

He collapsed to the bed, twitching with the aftershocks of it. I laughed and pulled the shirt free from his wrists, then pulled him into my arms.

He went down like a sack of shit, his nose a bloody zigzag, and I went down on him, my elbow across his ribs. “For Valentine Tye,” I spat.

“You know what? I’m not fucking sorry about that either. I am the only one who can touch you, and if any fucker thinks they can hurt you, I’ll send them to hospital too. I don’t give a fuck. I protect what’s mine.

“Not gonna lie, I think it’s a primal, knuckle-dragging thing, and damn, my dick’s been hard pretty much non-stop since we started this thing.” Oh, okay then. He was just going to say this stuff out loud.

Oh yeah. I was in deep trouble. Deeeeeep. Like Marianna Trench levels of deep. And you know what? I didn’t fucking care.

“Your dad’s a weirdo,” I said to Enzo. He was in his cat carrier on the front seat of my ute. Why? Because I was looking after him while Valentine was in Melbourne for four nights.

I wasn’t going to ask, but it got the better of me . . . How are we exchanging the child tomorrow night?

I'm absolutely dead

After all, there was no way Marshall would want to play this fucked-up game forever. No matter how much I wished he would.

“You know your way around his kitchen like you live here. God, you knew where the cat food was. The cat knows who you are!” “Because I babysat him for five days,” I said, then realised my mistake. Lleyton stared at me. “He trusted you with Enzo?” Fuck.

He was smiling, but yes, I’d defaulted on our agreement. “Ugh, yeah. Sorry. I wasn’t in any shape for anything last night,

he stood him up tho essentially and that's not only rude but out of character

“Hey, cat,” I mumbled. “You’re in my spot.” Enzo didn’t move and Marshall chuckled but didn’t move him either.