He moves on

She raised an eyebrow at him and used her slotted spoon to fish out a tortellini, or tortellino or whatever. Pesto sat in the food processor behind her, and a bowl with the leftover ricotta mix was sitting by the sink. Well, whatever, it's not like having a sniffer on the fritz was a major medical issue. If it was, Chelsea would probably have have said something.

Curtis shrugged and moved on. "Well anyway, is Jimmy going to be home soon?" he asked. He leaned against the door frame, staying out of her way. Chelsea didn't have much of a temper, but she was known to get hangry, especially if you did something to delay her dinner.

"It'll just be us for tonight. Jim's got a late night with the grad students. So I guess, ha-ha, that means you have all the dishes."

Jimmy was a wildlife biologist partnered with the big city's university, which means his schedule could be kind of erratic. Animal life does not follow a normal nine to five, unfortunately, and that means he couldn't always either if the data he needed or whatever else didn't line up well with a regular work time. The guy was also really dedicated to his students, even though he wasn't technically their teacher. He always said he didn't have the patience for it, but the only thing Curtis had seen his best friend more passionate about than helping students was his wife.

"Too bad. Mind if I get started on dishes while you're going?" he motioned toward the sink.

"Nah, you won’t be in my way.”

Curtis got started prepping the dishes and the two chatted about their days. Apparently Chelsea had a very exciting day with one of her favorite hobbies: reading doctor themed romance novels and laughing at all of the ways the patients would have died. They had a nice dinner together. The two had grown very comfortable with each other, and made for excellent roommates. Maybe they hadn't been quite friends going into this, but they've come to enjoy hanging out when Jimmy was gone. Curtis had also grown to be attracted to her, but never allowed his feelings to go beyond friendship.

Curtis went back to his room while Chelsea went to hers to keep reading the shitty romance. Alone, Curtis sat at his desk, biting his lip. It's times like this that he had to keep himself busy. He glanced at a photo of his kids, but looked away instantly, old conditioning setting in. Porn. That's what he'd do. He booted up his computer and navigated to his favorite porn site. Headphones on, lube at the ready, pants down. It took him a good 20 minutes to find a good video, but he didn't mind. He found something with a little plot, at least enough to set up a relationship, and a young woman with huge breasts and a pretty face, and gently stroked himself while the plot portion played out. He listened and contemplated the silver ring. He really liked it. It felt so nice on his hand. It was a shame he had to turn it over to his bosses in the morning.

Finally he was getting to the sex, watching the young woman seducing her new step father with the video title promising that her mother would join in later, when he heard a noise behind him. He spun his chair around to look, and there was Chelsea, peaking through the door. Her eyes went wide.

"Fuck," he said, covering his dick and spinning away. "Do you mind?" He demanded, furious.

Chelsea's shock settled. "No, I don't mind at all," she said. "Sorry to surprise you, I knocked and I guess you couldn't hear me." She continued to peak through the door, though, apparently unbothered by his compromised state.

He waited for a moment before saying, "Well? Are you going to just stand there?"

"Oh, no, sorry," she said, making her way fully into his room, revealing her fuzzy pink and blue night clothes. She sat on the corner of his bed.

He began to pull his pants up, not sure how to do it without uncovering his dick. He decided to just do it quickly "Chelse? This is a little weird. Are you always this casual when a man that isn't your husband is... exposed like that?"

"No, I think that under other circumstances I'd be freaking out."

"What makes this different?"

She shrugged, "I dunno, I guess it's just 'cus you're you."

He blinked, trying to decide what that means. "What does that mean?" he asked. Again he was just met with a shrug.

He decides to joke it off, "well I think I'm going to finish up here, so either you can leave, or you can help me out. Are you gonna give me some space?"

"I can give you a hand, no problem."