Look, there are a lot of reasons Eric and I broke up, but we both knew physical chemistry wasn't one of them. We turned each other on like crazy. That's why, despite vowing to move on and stop fucking up each other's lives, I'm not surprised we ended up fucking each other again.
So I work in construction and to no one's surprise the on site loo was broken- again. Now if you need to take a piss you can walk your way down 19 floors still being built or you can go through the whole humiliating rigamarole of getting Ryan, the site supe, to loan you the key to the public bathrooms in the office building next door- which are easier to get to, there's a corridor and all, but something about needing to ask another guy if you can take a leak is fucking humiliating.
Alas. I needed to go and unlike some of the other boys on site I didn't feel like pissing off the side of the building. For one thing I just knew I'd be caught- I had the worst luck like that. So I begrudgingly begged the key and waited for the lift in the office. I always felt uncomfortable in places like that. I felt half naked in my shorts and hi vis vest- and I really was just wearing the vest. It was blisteringly hot out there... I never noticed on site, all the other guys did it, but fuck this was inappropriate clothing. I shook my hair out as I waited, I always got headaches in my hard hat.
I tensed up as I heard the click of dress shoes behind me and automatically stepped back when the elevator opened. I felt kind of shitty following the poor guy into the lift. I must have reeked after all day moving tiles in the sun, but I didn't have time to wait for the next one. I stood away from him, in the corner. I glanced at his shoes- shinier than any I'd ever owned. The guy probably hadn't done a day's hard labour in his life. But then again, he was probably a hell of a lot smarter than me.
Thankfully he was only going up a couple of flights. I would have run it but I was clearly a shit ton fitter than this lean dude- and I didn't have a nice suit to wrinkle. I glanced at him as he left the elevator and felt myself grow red as he caught my eye and gave me the smuggest smile I'd ever seen. Oh fuck. That was Eric, my arsehole of an ex boyfriend. And he'd caught me at my worst, of course he had.
I knew he worked around here but I didn't realise he worked in this building. I didn't realise we were ever going to cross paths again, actually. And I didn't think he would ever give me that smug fucking I'm better than you look again. I fucking hated that look. Well. Hate is a strong word. I actually really, really liked that look- Eric always had a way of turning me on, even when I was pissed as hell at him.
I couldn't get the bastard out of my head. He hadn't said hi, how's it going. He hadn't deigned to talk to me. Like I was so far below him. Which- well. That was why we broke up wasn't it?
I saw him again on Friday. Me and the guys on site were drinking at the nearest bar- bit wanky for us, but there was a corner in the smokers section where we could play darts. I caught his eye across the room. He was with a bunch of suits, drinking cocktails. He looked me over and I blushed. I needed to wash my hair- it was a mess of curls and dreadlocks today. I'd torn my singlet and looked like a fucking tool with a giant rip in it. He probably liked the way my muscles bulged, he always did like my body. He raised an eyebrow at me as I caught him staring and inclined his head. Arsehole. I glanced around to make sure none of the guys had seen. He always hated that I wasn't out on site but honestly- would you?
My phone buzzed a second later.
Bathroom. Now.
I almost laughed. I didn't have to give into Eric's whims anymore. I rolled my eyes and sipped my beer, but I could feel him staring at me.
Glaring at me. I raised my eyebrows at him. What the fuck was his problem? He grinned.
Now.
My phone buzzed again. I sighed. Fuck it. I stood up and headed in the direction of the bathroom, feeling his gaze on me the whole time.
3rd Stall.
I waited for him. I don't know why. I always was soft on him. I looked at him as he entered the stall and locked the door behind him. He looked me over, undressing me with his eyes. He curled his lip.
"Cocktease." He said. I clenched my fists.
"Me? How much money did you spend on getting that suit tailored to make your butt look like that?" He laughed.
"Missed you, Gus." He grabbed me and pulled me in for a violent kiss. I was about a head shorter than him and he had to tilt my head up. I kissed him back, of course I did. But I also pulled away.
"Hey man what the fuck. You can't just..." He had the decency to look a little ashamed but he didn't let that stop him for long. He pulled me back into him and rubbed his hand on my crotch.
"I knew you'd be fucking hard for me. Kinda hard to tell sometimes." He always teased me about my dick. A big, manly guy like you and you're stuck with that little thing. That was the thing about Eric. He just knew how to get me off. It wasn't even that small- well it was but you know, I could still fuck with it and all- but he knew I loved it when he humiliated me. I groaned and pushed him away.
"Eric you fucking arsehole you can't just... have me in pub bathrooms when you're horny."
"Why did you fucking come then?" His hands were all over me- it was easier to stop fighting and just give in. He unbuttoned my jeans and started playing with me through my briefs. "Briefs." He muttered, disappointed. When we were together he liked me going commando. He also liked me in jocks. That didn't really work on a construction site though- I may not have much down there but I still feel a little precious about it.
"Would you prefer panties?" I muttered, leaning into his touch in spite of myself. He laughed.
"Abso-fucking-lutely not." He moaned as I undid his suit trousers. "Youre my manly fucking stud and I never want to hear a word of any of that fem stuff. You're butch as hell Gus, just the way I like you." He wrapped his hand around my dick. "Well bar this obviously." I moaned again. Fine, we were doing this. I pulled away and Eric tried to get me to stay still.
"I'm trying to help you Eric." I gently took his suit jacket off and hung it up, before taking my own singlet off and handing it to him.
"Not that I don't appreciate the show." He glanced appreciatively at my chest. "But what.."
"Wank us off into that." I said, shuffling my briefs down. "Don't want to mess up your suit." Eric's mouth fell open- that was a new one. The cunt was never speechless.
"But your shirt..." I rolled my eyes as I pulled him back into me.
"Yeah fucking irreplaceable right." He groaned, wrapping the singlet around his hands and rubbing our dicks together.
"I love how fucking big I feel next to you." He whispered. I moaned in his ear, pressing my head to his chest. He started cumming first and it set me off as well. We held each other, panting, refusing to look at each other. Eventually I stood up and pulled up my pants. I unfolded the singlet- oof. Lost cause. I'd tucked the hi vis vest into my back pockets so I put that on instead- I could always claim I'd caught the singlet on something else and unravelled it. I had that kind of bad luck. The guys found it endearing. I waited for Eric to straighten himself up, staring at the floor. Why on earth did I let him do this to me?
I marched out and back to my mates. I lit up a cigarette- he'd never liked that but he wasn't my fucking boyfriend so I didn't care. There was a bit of ribbing about my shirt but nothing I couldn't handle. I didn't look back at Eric all night.
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I should have known that wasn't the end of it. He was waiting for me after work one day. My stomach dropped as I saw him. He was leaning against a phone box with his arms folded- staring at me the way he does. I was with the lads, so I ignored him, suggesting a pint. They concurred and I tried to stay in the middle of the crowd, as though they could form a protective bubble around me. It didn't matter- it was a weeknight so a couple of beers and we were done. I started to walk home and I noticed him right away. He was waiting for me. He fell in step beside me.
"Fuck off." I said.
"Fuck you." He said. "But actually fuck you. I need to. I'm coming over." No he fucking wasn't. I glared at him.
"We broke up."
"I said I wanted to fuck you, not marry you."
