C.K.

I stand by Ty's dressing room, waiting for him to finish changing. In the meantime, I scroll through everybody's story on Ig. When I land on Bri's story, I see a countdown.

"Since @Jacksonville_jit won't remind you, I will 🙃."

Ty's birthday is coming up in a week. April 16 to be exact. I shake my head. You know this nigga selfless selfless, if he wasn't gonna tell anybody bout his birthday coming up.

Speaking of him, he walks out the dressing room with the clothes he's gonna get.

"So you just wasn't gone tell me that your birthday is coming up?" I ask him.

"It's not a big deal." Tyrell shrugs, walking past me.

"Yes it is," I argue, "This is your 20th birthday we're talkin about."

"And it's gone be the same as all the rest, so I'm not finna sweat it." Ty responds.

"Not on my watch." I said, "Im gone make this one special for you."

He snorts, "What are you gonna do that hasn't been done already?"

Shiiii, Ion know yet. "You'll see." I tell him confidently.

We stand in the checkout line. We approach the cashier. She makes a "damn, this boy fine" look at Ty as she takes the items from him.

"Your total is $300.50." She tells him.

I put my card into the machine. The cashier takes this opportunity to spit game at Ty.

"So are you single-"

"Don't even think about it. He a glizzy demon." I cut her off.

Correction, she thought she was gone spit game at Ty.

She gasps in disbelief. I can see Ty shrug at her. I finish paying. I put my card away and I grab the bags. We wish her a great day and then we walk away.

"These Ashleys and Rebeccas love me and I don't know why." Ty said when we left the store.

"Don't worry. I'm your mayo repellent now." I said.

"Pffffft!" He laughs, "Mayo repellent?!"

"Or the unseasoned strangler, whichever one works."

Ty laughs even harder. "I'm such a bad influence on you."

We approach my car. Ty unlocks the doors. We get in and I throw the bags of clothes in the backseat.

I get a light smack upside my head. "Don't yeet them clothes like dat," Ty tells me sternly, "Fuck wrong witchu?"

"Don't be smacking me in my own car like dat," I counter, "You actin like I won't fuck you up in the backseat."

His brown eyes sparkle. "You will?" He asks with hope.

"Hoe ass." I said, "Start the car."

Ty pouts and does what he is told. He backs out of the parking spot. He drives around the lot before exiting into the main road.

I plug the aux cord into my phone.

"I dangle on my nuts on a bitch." I rap.

"Durango truck for the hit." He continues, leaving me in shock.

I hesitate before following, "Spent 500 bucks on a tint."

"It's darker than dude from Get Out," Ty raps, "Was stuck in the trenches, I knew what to do get out."

"What you know about Comethazine?" I ask.

"What do youuuuu know about Comethazine?" He answers my question with another question.

Next thing I know, a lil rap-along turns into who can get every line correct.

《 Time Skip 》

"Do you really have to go so soon?" Ty asks with a pout.

"I can come inside if you want." I tell him.

His eyes light up like a little kid. He grabs my hand and pulls me to the front door. Then, Ty pulls out his key.

The door is now open. We walk inside and I close the door behind us. Ty let's go of my hand. "I'm gonna go put these bags in my room. Look around if you'd like."

I nod. He disappears down the hall. I enter the living room and I notice how the wall is decorated with mostly pictures of Ty and his mom. The only group pictures I see are pictures of Ty and his mom with Bri's family.

Damn, I wonder what happened to their family.

Footsteps enter the living room. I turn my head. It's Ty with a smirk on his face.

"Cute kid, wasn't I?"

"Yea, but I'm surprised you didn't have a silver tooth."

"Oh shut up," He chuckles, "I was good kid until high school."

"What changed?" I ask.

"People and high school was just hell in general. I realized I've been in school for 10 years just learning recycled material. In fact, Vectors and Trigonometry is not helping me now. Most of that shit isn't helping anybody." Ty rants.

"On God." I said. That's exactly why I couldn't do college. Leaving the school system was the happiest day of my life.

"Anyways, let's go to my backyard-oh and don't say shit about the size, nigga." Ty warns.

"I won't, you commoner." I laugh.

Ty growls but leads the way anyways. I follow him. He unlocks the sliding door and slides it to the right. We step out. Ty pulls it up, not wanting mosquitoes to come into his house.

I look around the patio. It's not bad honestly. If I was any ole commoner, I'd get this patio.

Ty leans against the table. He stretches out his arms, quietly asking for a hug. Cute ass. I walk up to him, letting my arms wrap around his waist.

The hug lasts for a good minute before Ty grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to the front of his face. He opens his mouth and proceeds to suck three fingers. My eyes widen.

"You tryna get it crackin on your patio?" I ask with a baffled stare.

He nods. At that exact moment, his tongue wraps around my middle finger. I curse as I feel myself getting hard.

Ty releases my wrist to pull down his sweats. He pulls his boxers down as well and his erection springs free. I take my fingers out of his mouth. I spread his cheeks and place one finger at his entrance.

I push the finger in. He lets out a content sigh. Freaky ass. I thrust the finger in and out. Then, I add a second finger. I push my fingers up and rub his prostate.

"Fuck!" He curses.

Can't have him getting too loud. I kiss him. We don't hesitate to add tongue. I swallow up his moans as I add a third finger. I work my fingers into him. They press against his prostate. I notice Ty's legs shaking slightly. He's gonna come.

I remove my fingers. Ty breaks the kiss in frustration. However, he knows what's coming next. So, he turns around and lays on the table. Ty spreads his ass for me.

I bite my lip as I pull down my joggers, along with my boxers. I step forward, dick rubbing against his entrance. Ty shivers with anticipation.

Pushing in, Ty let's out another content sigh. I settle there for a second or two. Then, I slowly pull out and slam back inside. "Mnnn." Ty moans.

I proceed to thrust in and out at a slow and teasing pace. Ty meets me with each thrust, ass jiggling in the process. "Fuck..." I groan.

My pace becomes quicker. Ty moves his hands to the edge of the table. The profanities that spew from his mouth become louder and louder until I-

"Christian!" He whines, trying to scramble away.

Hit his prostate.

I use one hand to grip his hip tightly. I use the other hand to cover his mouth. I tilt his head back, making eye contact with him. His back arches in this position.

"You." Thrust. "Wanted." Thrust. "This." Thrust. "Don't." Thrust. "Run." Thrust. "Now."

His eyes roll back as each thrust grows rougher and rougher. My eyes don't leave his no matter what. With one last final thrust, I come inside him and Ty shakes, so I know he came too.

I move my hand down to his chin. I lean over. "You got my dick all dirty, I whisper, "You'll clean it for me, won't you?"

Ty bites his lip at the sound of that. "Yes daddy." He replies.

I slowly pull out. He turns around and  gets on his knees. Ty wastes no time wrapping his tongue around the tip. I lick my lips at the sight.

He opens his mouth. Ty proceeds to take my length all the way down his throat in one go. Now it's my turn for my eyes to roll back.. Keeping his tongue attached to the underside of my dick, he comes back to the tip.

"My little cock custodian." I tease.

Ty glares up at me. "Now don't be surprised when you see "New nigga applications" on my story later."

《 Time Skip 》

Tyrell

"New nigga applications?" Bri reads my story. "You deadass?"

"As dead as an ass can be." I reply.

"What C.K. do this time?" She asks me.

"Called me his cock custodian." I mutter, getting irritated just thinking about it.

Bri snorts. "What?"

"I was cleaning his dick with my tongue right and he called me his cock custodian." I explain.

She purses her lips, trying to hold the laugh back. However, the attempt wasn't good and she busts out laughing. "Nah, cuz he childish."

"As fuck." I said.

I get a notification. I look at my phone. Speak of the devil...

CKAdams: If you don't take that bullshit off your story.

He must've thought I was joking.

Jacksonville_jit: Who do you think I would look best wit? Asians or White guys? 🤔

CKAdams: 😐

Jacksonville_jit: Neither? Ok, how about Latinos?

CKAdams: You look best wit me by your side.

Jacksonville_jit: Yea you right 🥰

CKAdams: So you gone take that off your story now? 🥰

Jacksonville_jit: Well, I have two sides. You can stay at my right side while another nigga stays by my left.

CKAdams: You actin like I won't drive back down there. A hour is nun to me fr.

Jacksonville_jit: Can't stand a nigga wit nun but time on his hands 😒 Imma delete the post.

CKAdams: Good boy ☺

Jacksonville_jit: Stfu

I leave our chat to go to my story. I delete the post. I go back to our chat.

Jacksonville_jit: Happy now?

CKAdams: Yup, now stop fuckin wit me. I'm tryna take a nap

Jacksonville_jit: Go take yo nap den. Imma just see if these contestants qualify to be my new nigga.

CKAdams: Lemme go get my car keys

Jacksonville_jit: Chiiilllll, you can go take your nap now 🤣

CKAdams: You're such a headache 🙄 Gn

Jacksonville_jit: Night 😇

"Yall so cute." Bri teases.

"We know dat." I said.

Bri rolls her eyes. "So what we finna do?"

"I don't know." I respond, laying down on my bed. "I'm just in the mood to talk, honestly."

"That's a first." She snorts while giving me her full attention. "What's on your mind?"

"I'm really gonna be 20 next week." I said.

"I know right?" Bri said with excitement, "It was just yesterday you got on Ms. Vincent's lack of edges in middle school and now you're a whole functioning adult."

I laugh at the memory. "I don't know about a whole functioning adult, but I'm chilling."

"Dude, you gotta job, you're passing college, and you making sure your mama is straight." Bri tells me, "You're doing better than how your family thought you were gonna turn out."

I feel my eyes get teary. I needed to hear that. Sometimes, I don't think I'm doing enough. Everytime I let myself chill or get a moment of peace, I feel like life is passing me by like my aunts told me it would.

"Besides, you're only 19. You don't need to have everything sorted out. So, I'd say you're doing a good job." She reassures me.

"Thanks Bri." I said, "Seriously."

"No problem jit."

"I'm older than you, hoe." I retort.

"But Quan and Ta'Leah older than you, so I'm calling you jit in their spirit." She argues.

"You late 2001 kids get on my damn nerves." I mutter.

For the first time in forever, I'm looking forward to my birthday. I don't have everything together, but that doesn't mean I can't celebrate getting by just fine.