Chapter 13 - A Mess to Clean Up
As I rushed into the house, I was hoping to God that Randall wouldn't see me come in. Hoping. Boy, was that hope in vain.
"Dimka, what the hell are you doing home already?" he asked as he walked towards the entryway from the living room, "And what the hell happened to your pants, boy?"
I looked down at my shorts. My quickly-flagging erection was still sticking out like a sore thumb - well, bigger than a thumb, but it was getting smaller and less noticeable by the second - and there was a dark, slickened wet spot all over the front of it. "I don't want to talk about it, Randall," I told him.
"Dimitri, boy, you better show your father some respect," he told me, slamming me in the back of the shoulder as I started to walk up the stairs, "even if you are running up the stairs like your ass is on fire with your little baby dick hanging out looking like you just peed yourself or something. God knows you didn't get that tiny pecker from me!"
Like the snap of a rubber band pulled too tight, something gave way inside me. I had had enough. I rounded on him, my eyes full of menace, gripping his wrist tightly in my fist and slamming his arm against the wall. I growled out, "Not. NOW!"
Randall wriggled his arm out of my grasp, backing away. The look of fear on his face, while so unfamiliar on his face, was so like the look I had seen hundreds of times before on my older sisters and my mama. I let my arm fall limp from his and paled.
I wouldn't hesitate to defend my family, but I wouldn't let myself turn into him. Even against him, I couldn't be the stronger person beating on the weaker one. It was important that I was the bigger man. I turned, leaving him standing there dumbstruck, ran up the stairs, and hurried to wash and change.
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I was so, so tempted in the shower to let my thoughts rush to Rose again and spend just a little extra time, partially out of enjoyment from what had just happened at her house, and partially just to try to get the extra hormones out of my system, but I couldn't take long. Roza was waiting on me.
As I stepped back onto Rose's porch and rang the bell again, I prayed for a good excuse for what happened.
I knew from the lights on that Rose was still home, but Rose took much longer than expected to answer the door. When she finally did, she was holding one of the moving boxes I'd carried in last weekend, and looked more upset than I would have hoped.
"Dimitri," she said, "I'm in the middle of unpacking the upstairs bathroom because Lissa has been nagging me to do it all week, but I can always finish the unpacking when we're done. We should talk about what happened earlier now."
This was what I had been dreading ever since I realized I was going to go off in my pants. Nothing good could come from discussing what had happened between us. I needed to cut this off quickly. And I couldn't tell her the truth.
"Rose, I'm sorry I left earlier. Everything was just going so fast and I was - well - I was a little freaked out," I said.
Rose frowned. Not the reaction I was expecting. Maybe she didn't buy it. "I guess I just wasn't ready for everything that happened," I continued, "I'd just like to keep taking it slow for a little bit longer." For one more date, so I can be true to my word with Christian Ozera.
Rose's frown deepened to a scowl. "So ... what happens now?" she asked, picking up the moving box again, "Do you just go back home to your dad's for the night? Maybe we see each other around or try again in a couple of weeks?"
"I'd still like to spend the rest of our date together tonight, Rose. Maybe we should find a nice board game to play, though." Something that won't make my dick explode all over the inside of my pants.
"Why don't we go ahead and eat some dinner together, then?" Rose asked, with a smile. I nodded.
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After we decided on a food order together, Rose placed a delivery order on her phone and headed back upstairs to finish on unpacking the bathroom. I offered to tag along, but she told me that there were, "too many feminine things that I don't want you to see," in there. I assured her that I had no problems with that after living with five women, but she was pretty insistent.
Rose's phone chimed again. I called up to her: "Rose, your phone chimed! I think you have a new message!"
She called down the stairs, "It's probably just the delivery guy saying he has our order and asking how to get here. Can you check on it for me?"
I turned her phone over, but the notification had already disappeared and the screen was locked. "The screen is locked!" I told her.
"Oh. It's a backwards letter 'L' starting at the middle top dot," she called back again.
I unlocked it and saw the notification.
New Text Message from Lissa:
Did Dimitri apologize? Maybe it's not as bad as you think
Oh, blyat'. It can't be good
"It's not the delivery guy," I called back again.
"Okay, well, they will probably still have to text. I've still got maybe ten more minutes left up here."
I couldn't resist this time. I clicked on the text message.
There were pages of texts back and forth between them, all within the past few hours. I scrolled to the top and read.
Rose: OMG, Lissa, Dimitri is outside again!
Rose: Lisssss, he has been SHIRTLESS! ALL DAY!
Rose: WASHING. THE. CAR.
Rose: Water dripping all over his hot body. I think I know where they get the phrase washboard abs from
Rose: Screw 6 packs. The man has like a 12 pack!
Lissa: Seriously, Rose, you're acting like a teenage boy
Rose: Pfft. It's not like he can tell I've been ogling him all morning
Lissa: Rose, if you keep staring, Dimitri is going to SEE you looking out the window at him, and then he WILL know
Rose: I know. You're right. I just can't stop looking at him.
Lissa: I thought you said that you weren't going to have sex with him yet
Rose: That was before last night, Lissa
Lissa: I don't want this to be Jesse all over again
Rose: Dimitri's not like that. Last night, HE was the one stopping ME from making moves
Lissa: Really? He's not gay, is he?
I laughed out loud at that.
Rose: No, he's not gay. He was sporting wood literally ALL night
Lissa: Maybe he was thinking about Christian. There are a lot of pictures of him in our house.
Rose: And we kissed. A lot
Lissa: Some people kiss someone they're not attracted to just to stay in the closet
Rose: He's NOT gay
Lissa: OK OK, if you say so
Lissa: So what are you going to wear tonight?
Rose: I was thinking of wearing the black poet blouse you got me last fall with my grey leggings
Lissa: Ooh, that's a great outfit for a date! Hot, but not like you're trying too hard
Rose: IKR? But those leggings are so tight. I don't want to show pantyline.
Lissa: Wear a thong (*shrugging emoji*)
Lissa: Or go without
Rose: All my thong panties are in the wash
Lissa: So? Go with option #2
Rose: I can't go without panties on only the third date! What will Dimitri think?
Lissa: If you never take your pants off, he'll never know, anyways
Lissa: You could always tell him it's laundry day when he finds no panties
Rose: Oh shit! Dimitri is gonna be here in 15 minutes and I still have to brush my teeth
Rose: I better just go get dressed.
Lissa: I think you SHOULD just go without them for your date tonight. Dimitri will like it.
Rose: I did. I hope he will like it
It took me a moment as I realized that was the text that was the text Rose did speech to text on with me sitting here.
Rose: OMG Lissa he just left!
Lissa: How did it go?
Rose: Confusing, actually
Lissa: How so?
Rose: About 2 minutes ago, I had the 1st orgasm I've ever had with a guy
Rose: I was seriously ready to fuck his brains out all night, but he just got up and walked out
Lissa: And he's already gone? That soon after?
Rose: I even offered to return the favor! But he just LEFT!
Lissa: Oh. This is bad. I'll call and you can walk me through exactly what happened.
Lissa: But we have to make it quick and just stick to the story. Christian thinks I've just gone to pee
Rose: OK
Lissa: Rose, I hate to say it ...
Lissa: The whole thing almost sounds kinda 1-sided. I mean, you pretty much initiated everything.
Lissa: What if his groans weren't groans of pleasure?
Rose: OMG. You think?
Lissa: Maybe he IS gay?
Rose: HE'S NOT GAY!
Lissa: Are you SURE? At the very least, what if he wasn't ready?
Lissa: Isn't that pretty much what you were saying about last night? That he wanted to wait
Lissa: And you were on top, so you had control over everything
Rose: Oh god, what if he thinks I just used his body to get off? What if he is completely disgusted by what I did?
Rose: I DIDN'T GET CONSENT BEFORE I DID THAT! I'm no better than Jesse!
Lissa: Stop freaking out, Rose. Breathe
Rose: Easy 4 U to say
Lissa: He said he was coming back, right?
Rose: He said he was, but what if he doesn't?
Lissa: If he doesn't, then you can call him tomorrow
Lissa: If he does, then TALK TO HIM about what happened. Give him a chance to explain his side
Lissa: And in the meantime, find something else 2 do. No point in looking like you were desperate waiting for him
Rose: Like what else?
Lissa: Like the unpacking I've been asking u 2 do for the past week
Rose: Liss, I'm giving you my meanest glower through the phone right now
Lissa: Who knows? Maybe he will have a good reason and apologize for leaving
Rose: Maybe.
Rose: OK, I'll go unpack the damn kitchen and bathroom
Rose: Dimitri came back
Lissa: See? And you were unpacking all this time, too, so you'll look busy
Rose: Oh shit I can't talk to him
Lissa: Yes, you can. You're Rose Hathaway. You've got this
Rose: I do, don't I?
Lissa: Damn straight, you do
Rose: And it's Mazur
Lissa: Right. I'll never get used to that. Your dad still gives me the creeps.
Rose: You should give him a chance
Rose: He's a nice guy
Rose: Sort of
Rose: He paid for our house for the summer, didn't he?
Lissa: You're stalling. Go talk to Dimitri
Rose: Fine
Rose: But if things go badly I'm going to use the unpacking as an excuse to leave the room and have a freak-out by myself for a little while
Lissa: Let me know how it went after you talk to him
Lissa: Did Dimitri apologize? Maybe it's not as bad as you think
Oh.
Rose thinks I wasn't into her.
She thinks she took advantage of me and was using me for my body.
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Author's Notes:
True story: that screen unlock is the pattern my son uses on his tablet. His name doesn't start with an 'L' or anything. No idea how he came up with that.
We've made it to 'lucky' chapter 13, so I thought I'd do something fun with Dimitri's luck in this chapter!
I know that the punctuation wouldn't be there with the speech-to-text, but my conscience wouldn't let me intentionally omit it. I at least left out as much punctuation as I could for the ones after the doorbell rang.
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