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Kaoru is shameless. He doesn’t care that he spent almost seven hundred dollars on a stranger to moan his name. Especially not when the stranger has a body like Joe. Hearing a man built like that moan his name—nickname—is enough to have Kaoru climaxing with Joe, completely untouched.
Well, that’s not entirely accurate because Kaoru has been stroking his clit and circling, but not fully penetrating, his hole since he’s joined Joe’s live. Which was forty-five minutes ago. So yes, when Joe moaned his name, he unraveled. He slumps in his chair, body lax and legs feeling like gelatin as he basks in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. The irony of him having better orgasms since he’s been divorced is not lost on him, and he can’t help but to giggle wryly as he reflects on years of mediocre sex.
He’s been divorced for six years now, and honestly, he believed that once he “got back out there” he wouldn’t have any trouble. He’s never had trouble, but times are different and unfortunately needing emotional connection before sex was the quickest way to kill his date's future erection. He also realized most men, despite him wanting to and most often dating someone older than him, were immature boys who wanted a surrogate mother and he’s definitely not built for the parenting life.
The drought in dating is the reason he originally finds Joe’s streaming channel. Kaoru has a particular type of man he’s attracted to and most camboys don’t fit the bill. One night,while perusing the “thick beefy tops” videos, he happened to stumble upon Joe’s stream. He was immediately drawn to the large, full pecs that seemed to take up most of, if not all of, the screen. Out of curiosity (and the way his thighs snapped tightly closed almost immediately) he clicked on one of the replays and at 7:15pm the next Monday he logged in and started a weekly routine that he’s kept up for the past six years.
His fond reminiscing of how he found a camboy’s stream is interrupted by his phone ringing. He takes a look at the caller ID and with a roll of his eyes answers, “What?”
Ainosuke’s voice on the other end is a mixture of amusement and mild irritation. “You had to outbid me?”
“I should have never told you about his stream in the first place,” Kaoru complains. He cleans up, redresses, and fusses, “I know you’re not calling me because I was smart enough to wait for the last few seconds to outbid you. What do you want, Adam?”
“You’re right. Are you absolutely sure you don’t need me to be there tomorrow when you interview potential roommates?” He’s been asking Kaoru this question for the past month, since he’s placed an ad in the paper. Granted, his concern is valid due to the consistent string of…colorful…people he’s had to turn away. However, since advertising at his college, he’s had lovely interviews thus far. The only issue has been him not finding a personality he gets along with.
He bites back an unnecessarily snippy reply instead, thanking Ainosuke. “I appreciate your concern but I’m fine.”
Ainosuke pushes, “What if they’re odd? What if they hurt you?”
This time, Kaoru snaps, “I know you want to be around to see if there’s anyone you can seduce.”
Ainosuke’s gasp is exaggerated, his indignation feigned. “Why, I never.”
“And you won’t ever.”
“You’re the one that wants a roommate because you’re lonely. If I just so happen to date said roommate, you’ll never be lonely again, darling.”
“I’m not—,” he hedges, finishing in a softer tone of voice, “lonely, per se.” In a clearer voice he continues clarifying, “It’s just a lot to be in a four bedroom home. I’ve already converted one room into a gym and the other into my office. What am I supposed to do with the extra room? And, what if some nice college kid needs a room? It’s cheap enough for a part timer to afford.”
Ainosuke listens quietly. When he’s certain Kaoru is done, he begins a conversation he’s been trying to have with Kaoru for years. “You don’t need an excuse to have a roommate. Although I believe therapy would be the better route. The issue is, you don’t like being alone with your thoughts.”
Kaoru’s face scrunches in disgust. “I’m not paying you to be my psychologist.”
“You’d be able to afford my fee. You proved that tonight. How was your or—”
Kaoru disconnected the call. Ainosuke is right. Therapy would be more beneficial but he doesn’t feel the need to pay someone to listen to his inner thoughts when he can simply fill the empty space with the noise of another person.
He exits the office, passing by the furnished room on the way to the master bedroom. This space has always been an area of contention for him. While he wanted the space to be a guest room, his ex husband wanted the room to be something else entirely and to show his resolve on where he stood, Kaoru had the room fully furnished while his ex was away on a business trip.
It’s been a reminder of his failures, because maybe if he would have budged, things would have been different. But now, the room will be occupied by another person, thus hopefully filling one of the last cracks in his broken heart.