Take My Boyfriend: Part Five (Patreon)

Here's the fifth and final part of Take My Boyfriend, where we find out if Hugh has lost Steven for good. Hope you've enjoyed this one, I really enjoyed writing it. I've generally shied away from the more fucked up story ideas lately, but this one really resonated with me. Hopefully it did with you too.

Steven called me four days later. That was the first I’d heard out of him since I’d left him at Hunter’s place on Saturday morning. I’d messaged once on Saturday afternoon, asking him if he was okay. When I’d seen the read receipt but received no reply I’d taken it as a sign that I shouldn’t bother messaging again. 

I figured either he’d reply when he was ready, or he’d never reply at all.

It’s anti-climactic, that way. I couldn’t grieve for the relationship because I didn’t know if it was over. But I also didn’t want to hope. I spend the weekend miserable.

But I also spent the weekend jerking off thinking about the sound of Steven and Hunter fucking through the wall.

At first I just stared at the phone, afraid to pick it up. This could go one of two ways, and my gut was telling me it was going to go the way of me getting dumped in favour of Hunter. Not for the first time. People don’t call if it’s good news. I couldn’t look at the green button when I hit it. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he echoed back to me. There was a pause. Maybe he was waiting for me to talk first. But when I didn’t, he asked me in a serious and almost formal tone, “How are you?”

“Uh…” I didn’t know the answer. “Okay I guess. Whats’ up?”

A silence. Maybe he was finding this as awkward as I was.

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight,” he said.

“Oh.” I think the surprise showed in my voice. “Do you mean, like, to… talk?” 

“I meant just to hang out,” he said. Hang out. That’s how he referred to it usually: the nights he’d come over, we’d eat dinner, watch a movie, fuck. That didn’t sound like a break-up meeting. “But yeah we can talk if you want to. You mean about what happened, right? I guess that’s probably a good idea.”

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He arrived with Vietnamese takeaways. We made small talk while we ate, about nothing, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t abandoned me. Like I hadn’t manipulated him. It wasn’t till afterwards, the food packed away, that he asked me, “So do you want to talk about what happened?”

“What did happen?” I asked. “After I left?”

“I stayed there for a while.”

“How long?” I tried to make it sound like I was curious, not desperate to know. I don’t know it it worked.

He paused, like he didn’t want to answer. “All weekend.”

My dick jumped, startled awake by the revelation. “You stayed Saturday night too?”

“Yes. That’s what a weekend is.” There was a shortness in his tone that told me he didn’t want to be pressed for details. 

But screw that, I wasn’t going to hold back from asking. “So you guys enjoyed spending time together then?”

His stern look softened a little, and he grinned; the memory he was recalling was clearly a good one. “Yeah,” he said. “We had a lot of fun.”

I didn’t say anything, just gave him an expectant look to encourage him to share the details. And they eventually came. “Not just the sex, although that was good. Really good. But, he’s fun to hang out with.”

“What did you guys do?” I asked.

He shrugged. “This and that.” When it was clear I wanted more he added, “We went out for a couple of walks, watched some movies. Played some games. He cooked me dinner. I guess we spent a lot of the time in bed though.”

My dick leaped again. Steven must have noticed the movement in my trousers because for a split second his eyes dropped to my crotch before returning to my face.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asked.

I nodded. “Are you angry I didn’t tell you before we met up with him?” I asked.

Steven shrugged again. “Not anymore. I was at the time. But maybe if I hadn’t been annoyed at you I wouldn’t have stayed when you left. So it worked out for the best.”

I’d heard that line before: it worked out for the best. That’s what Eddie had said to me when he dumped me for Hunter. When he’d thanked me for introducing us. I don’t think he’d ever realised I’d seen it coming all along, he’d thought it was just a happy coincidence. Happy for him, even if it meant dumping me. Joke’s on him, I guess: I think he’d actually been surprised when Hunter moved on to a new conquest.

So I braced myself for another dumping. “Do you think you’ll see him again?” I asked.

He didn’t need to think about it. “Yeah. We’re going to keep seeing each other.”

I gave a slow nod, communicating that I didn’t just understand what he was telling me, but that I understood. At my core. And that I accepted it. “So I guess that means you and me…” Even though I’d accepted it long ago I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Uh, what do you mean?” The question had me genuinely confused. Was he trying to preserve his perception of himself as the good guy by making me be the one to make the decision?”

Another shrug. “Do you want things to stay how they are? I mean, not exactly how they are, obviously, if I’m going to be dating Hunter. But…”

“You want to stay together?” I asked. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time it had happened, at least for a little while. But Steven didn’t seem the type. I hadn’t seen it coming at all. 

“You obviously like the idea of Hunter fucking me,” Steven said. He looked at my crotch, which gave away exactly how turned on I was by hearing him say it so plainly. “And I still like you.”

He paused, eyeing me up suspiciously. “Is that what you still want?” he asked. “Or was this whole thing your way of dumping me.”

“No! Of course not!” I shook my head furiously and waved my arms like I was trying to physically push away the accusation. But as I fumbled around for what to say next I realised I had to reckon with the truth of the situation. 

I sighed. “I mean, honestly, I thought you would dump me. And I guess truthfully, I wouldn’t have done that unless I’d reconciled myself with the possibility. But I don’t want you to dump me.”

“Why did you do it then?” he asked. “Why risk it, if you thought it would end our relationship but you didn’t want it to?”

It was my turn to shrug now, because it was something I didn’t properly understand either. “I don’t know. Hunter and I, that’s the relationship we have. You heard him on Saturday morning, this happens every time. I get a boyfriend, he fucks my boyfriend, I get off on it. It’s inevitable: inevitable that he’ll do it whether I want it or not, and inevitable that even if I know it’s going to ruin my relationships I’ll want him to do it anyway.”

Maybe I did understand it better than I realised.

Steven frowned. “Honestly,” he said, “this doesn’t sound like a healthy dynamic.”

I opened my mouth, almost tried to defend it, but then realised there was no way I could.

“But,” he continued, “if you’re going to have this fucked up thing going on with him, you might as well enjoy it. And it sounds like you do.”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“And I definitely do,” he said with a devilish grin. “I have to admit I didn’t expect to end up with a cuck boyfriend, but it could be fun. And the sex with Hunter is incredible. In fact…” He took my hand and guided it to his crotch. I could feel his dick, rigid through his jeans. “Just thinking about him got me absolutely rock hard.”

“Oh fuck,” I muttered. I rubbed it, firmly, through the denim. I kissed him, and he let out a little sigh, contented and aroused.

“How about you get that dildo you keep under your bed,” he suggested.

I pulled back in shock. “You know about that?” I thought I’d done a good job of concealing that somewhat embarrassing item from him.

He laughed. “You’re going to need it. If I’m going to close my eyes and imagine it’s Hunter I’m going to need something bigger than what you’re offering.”

That really got my dick going. My inadequate-compared-to-Hunter dick. I dragged Steven up off the sofa and straight into the bedroom, throwing him down before diving all the way under the bed to find the not so well-hidden box with the big dildo in it. 

“Hurry up and fuck me, Hunter!” he cried out jokingly in anticipation of the big fake cock as I fished around looking for it. I laughed at that, and under the bed on my own it turned into a silent laugh to myself in disbelief. Figurative disbelief, that I couldn’t believe how lucky I’d just gotten. And literal disbelief, because as good as this seemed I couldn’t make myself believe it would ever last. I was already not enough for Steven sexually, now that he’d been introduced to Hunter. There was no way I ever could be again.

Maybe I was wrong; maybe he really would like having a cuck boyfriend. But doubted it. I might keep him for a night, or a month, or a year, but surely at some point I was going to lose him just like all the others. Whether he’d make the mistake of trying to leave me for Hunter, just to get dumped when the thrill of the conquest wore off, or whether Hunter would simply serve as a constant reminder that there’s better out there than me, the damage was already done.

But in the meantime I could enjoy the ride. And fuck, I was going to make damn sure to enjoy the ride.