I put my car into park and looked around the apartment complex. The place was kind of run down and falling apart. A couple guys were standing at the corner of the lot, smoking who knows what with their pants halfway down their legs. I climbed out and made sure to lock the door behind me.
Recently, I had turned 21. I celebrated it by going out to the gay bars with my close friends. We had shots, danced, and had fun. Honestly though, I was hoping to get some sort of action that night, but nothing happened. It wasn't that I was ugly or anything. I know I'm not, and I know I've got a damn nice body. I make sure of it. Maybe it just wasn't my night. I haven't really had a chance to go out since, but I've had the same boner bothering me ever since. Even walking past the smokers stirred my pants. I imagined being down on my knees between them with their cocks fucking my throat and their hands pulling my hair. I shook the thought as I walked by. They looked more like a hate crime waiting to happen than a rendezvous.
I walked up to Alex's place on the second floor and knocked a few times. I had agreed to babysit his 2 year old while he and his girlfriend went out for a date night. They'd been in a pretty rocky place the last time I checked. At one point, Alex had to spend a few nights back home with mom and dad because they were fighting so bad. I didn't keep up too much with their drama just because it wasn't my business. From what I gather though, there's some issues with finances and lifestyle choices or something like that. If you want my opinion though, I think they just don't like each other and got stuck together because she accidentally got pregnant. I'm guessing this date night was to try and help their relationship. More than anything, I felt bad for little Brayden.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Alex?" I heard Bri yell from the other side of the door. It was muffled, but I could at least make out her words. Then, Brayden started crying.
'Oh boy, here we go,' I thought to myself. I instantly regretted knocking on the door before listening in, and by then, it was too late. I heard something like glass breaking and began to become concerned.
"Will you just calm down for five fucking seconds? James is here," Alex snapped back at her.
"Oh, great! Your faggot ass brother is here!" Bri yelled, and Brayden's screaming got louder as she stomped inside the apartment. I wasn't exactly expecting that comment to be made loud and clear, but there we were.
A few moments passed, and then, I heard the doorknob jiggling. Alex opened the door, and the first thing I noticed about him was that he looked tired. He was dressed fairly nice. His button down was tucked into a nice pair of jeans. There were bags under his eyes though, and some scruff was left on his face. He managed to pull together a weak smile.
"Hi, James," he said, almost out of breath. Brayden's screaming was loud and cut through the air like a knife. It was awful to hear.
"Things are going well, I see," I commented, peering into the apartment. It was a mess. I'm so glad I'll never be anchored down to someone because of a baby. Alex stepped to the side, and I walked in. Bri was nowhere to be seen.
"Sorry, if you heard... anything," Alex said, trying to pick up a few things here and there but to no avail. Through the years, I've heard and seen much worse things. While it didn't feel good to hear Bri's comment, it wasn't going to get to me.
"I didn't hear anything. I wasn't really paying attention," I lied, and he knew I was lying.
I walked over to Brayden was still not having it and was creating a major headache for me. I squatted down and picked him up. He screamed in my ear a bit while I bounced him to try to get him to calm down. Eventually, he started to cry softer. Thank god. I couldn't deal with that all night long.
"Honestly, I don't know if we're still even gonna go out," Alex admitted, fumbling with his keys.
"It's fine. I can do whatever," I said as Brayden finally began to quiet down. I'm sure it wasn't too great watching his parents fight. They were only 24, so I imagine they weren't the best at this whole thing. Suddenly, Bri burst back into the room with a bag on her back and a baby bag in her hand.
"Give me him," she snapped at me as she took Brayden out of my arms. This clearly upset him, and he began to resume crying at the top of his lungs. I let out a sigh as she glared me down.
"Bri, what are you doing?" Alex asked, getting irritated.
"Takin Brayden and going to my mom's. I'm sick of your shit, Alex!" She yelled, matching her son's noise level.
"And I'm sick of yours!" He yelled back.
"Whatever! Fuck you and fuck your stupid date night," Bri screamed as she grabbed her keys and walked out the door. She slammed it on her way out, and we were left with nothing but silence. I listened as Brayden's screaming became quieter and quieter until it was altogether gone. Wow, that was awkward to witness.
"Sorry," Alex said. His face was red and his veins were prominent.
"It's fine," I replied, trying to reassure that I was okay. There went my evening plans. We stood in silence for a moment, and then, Alex pulled his shirt to untuck it and threw the keys to the table. He walked over to the couch and sat down with his face in his hands. I walked over and sat by him, not really sure of what to say.
"I'm so fucking tired of her, bro. She's such a fucking bitch," he finally blurted out.
"I see," I replied. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself down.
"Fuck. Do you want a drink? I need a drink," he said, rising from the couch and heading to the kitchen.
"Sure, I'll take one," I answered. He came back with two beers. It's not really my drink of choice, but hey, I figured now wasn't the best time to ask for vodka instead. I took the can and drank a bit. He, on the other hand, practically downed it. Before he could sit, or even say something else, he was going back for another.
"Is it like this all the time?" I asked tenderly, making sure to not hit the nerve too hard.
"All the fucking time! I can't win with her in anything. I try to be nice and take her out on a date, but even that blows up in my face!" He says between gulps.
"Damn. That's gotta be exhausting," I reply, taking another sip. The beer was gross.
"It is!" He said, drinking for a while.
"I honestly don't know what you see in her," I admitted. I was never really one to hold back my opinions to people.
"Ugh, that's a good fucking point. It's been so long since I've been able to look at her and like what I see," he said.
One thing I will mention about the whole situation though is that ever since he met her and had a kid, we've become a lot closer. Growing up, we'd always fight and junk, but after he started his own family and it became hard on him, seeing me and our parents became a relief. I'm not saying I'm glad that he's miserable; I'm just saying that there's somewhat of a silver lining to the whole situation.
"I remember what I used to see in her... When I first met her, she was so damn sexy. We met on a date from some stupid app and hit it off. We talked about life and the universe and even sex on the first date for hours. She had said she wanted to name her first kid after her late cousin. Then, we had the most amazing sex. I brought her to my place and we fucked like animals. Missionary. Doggy. Reverse Cowgirl. She sucked dick like a damn porn star, bro. We haven't done anything in months. And I don't have any time, let alone energy, to even jerk off anymore. Fuck, it's been rough," he monologued while periodically drinking his beer.
"Sounds like it at least started in a good place for you two," I commented. I wasn't a therapist. I didn't know the right thing to say.
"Yeah. Now she's just a cunt all the time," he mumbled.
"A raging cunt," I corrected, and I got him to crack a smile. He looked at me.
"A fucking raging cunt," he added on, and I smiled back. We both took some drinks and laughed about it.
"Ya know, I never really liked her anyway. And she clearly doesn't like me either," I said. We both knew I had heard her hateful comment, and that just confirmed it.
"It's not that she doesn't like you. She's just jealous," Alex explained, and I could hear him getting warm and fuzzy from his drink. I took another big gulp and cringed from the taste.
"Jealous? That seems fake," I said.
"She's jealous that you have a better ass than her," he said with a big laugh. I let out a laugh too.
"Oh whatever!" I replied.
"It's true! You're thick as fuck, bro!" He commented. I shook my head and waved him down.
"No! Stand up. Stand up!" He demanded.
"You're crazy," I said through my giggles but complied.