What I saw

The door faced the front of the couch, and on it were Rob and Andrew. Music was playing loudly so they didn’t hear me come in. Sara was in Rob’s lap, they were dry humping. My wife was on Andrew’s lap, she was whispering something in his ear and he had a smile on his face, which turned into a look of irritation when he saw me standing before them.

My wife asked why I was home. I didn’t know what to say, so I just said I forgot a few things. Andrew didn’t say anything to me, he had this look on his face like I had just blocked him from something. I grabbed a bag and picked up a few random items to make it look like that’s why I was there. After about five minutes, Andrew approached me and asked if I had what I needed. I told him I did.

“Eh…good. Now get out-ah.” He ordered, which made Rob laugh. I laughed too, nervously, feeling like a fifth wheel. Laryssa kissed my cheek, while Rob walked me out. I think he sensed how awkward I was feeling. The alpha male took initiative and made small talk with me as we walked to the door.

“Alright, I gotta go, dude,” Rob said smiling mischievously as he nodded to the girls. “Gotta get back to our bitches, ya know?” Before I could say “bye”, he closed the door and locked it shut behind me.

Andrew didn’t come home that night, and when he did the next morning, he smiled upon seeing me make breakfast. He grabbed the toast I was buttering for myself and took a bite.

“Wow, long night, huh?” I asked him, curious about what they all did at my place, without me.

“Eh…yup-ah.” He replied, wiping his buttery fingers on a shirt I had on the chair, which I was about to wear. “My laundry done?”

“Yeah, it’s on your bed, folded too.” I realized by calling it his bed, I solidified the fact that I wasn’t sleeping in that bed for the duration of our stay.

“You’re learning.” He said, giving me a thumbs-up before walking into his room and closing the door. He didn’t even thank me.

Andrew was moving out of the apartment he shared with me. He gloated while telling me he got a bigger place, and he was eager to move out. His life was getting better and better and mine was getting worse.

I was able to pack his stuff quickly because all his things were exactly where I put them when I unpacked his stuff the night he moved in. He was a bit of a slob. I’d make his bed because I can’t stand un-made beds (and because he cornered me for coming home to an unmade bed on the first night he moved in. He made me make the bed with my mouth gagged with his dirty sock).

I called Andrew to let him know I had his stuff all packed, and it was all ready to go. I thought I misunderstood him when he told me I wasn’t done yet. When I asked what he meant, he “reminded me” that I needed to deliver and unpack his stuff to his new place. I told him that was too much, that I had things to do on my day off, but he was under the impression I would take care of all the moving duties. He also convinced me that, since I finished packing his stuff early, I had plenty of time to drop them off. He was right, of course. I just needed the address. He chuckled before telling me to come to my place, which is where he was when I called.

Made sense to me, all I had to do was carry his boxes into a van I rented, pick him up at my house, and then the two of us could to his new place together. I decided to call my wife before leaving and let he know I was on my way.