It’s early morning, too early for Chrissy anyway. He hears (and feels) the buzz of a phone. He turns to his side to check if it’s his alarm or a text or a call. His phone’s silent. It’s not his. He turns to the other side and realizes it’s Matt’s.

That’s odd, Chrissy thinks. Lately, Matt’s always clutching his phone. He never leaves it out of his sight.

Matt’s phone’s silent now.

Last night, when he heard Matt at the door, Chrissy positioned himself so only a bit of the blanket covered his tiny dick. Then he pretended to be asleep. But Matt just got on the bed, gave Chrissy’s forehead a little peck, and dozed off.

Chrissy closes his eyes. It’s too early. He wants to go back to sleep.

Matt came home at eleven pm last night. From the gym. Chrissy’s glad his fiancé’s able to make time to go to the gym and get some endorphins. It also means work at Matt’s construction company, BILT, has become more manageable now. Matt looks less stressful, but still: no sex.

Matt’s phone buzzes again. And then again.

Is that a phone call? Or a flurry of texts?

Chrissy groans. He really doesn’t want to get up and look at Matt’s phone, but it could be urgent. Something at one of the construction sites?

Chrissy stretches.

Matt’s phone buzzes again. Matt’s probably in the shower. Chrissy rolls over and extends his hand.

“What’re you doing?” Matt suddenly appears, startling Chrissy. He’s in his underwear and holding a cup of espresso. Even in his groggy state (Chrissy’s not a morning person), the sight of Matt makes him smile. His dicklet stirs.

“Your phone kept buzzing. I thought it could be something from work, I thought I…”

“Did you see who it was?”

“No, I haven’t even touched your phone.”

“OK, good.” Matt picks up his phone and unlocks his screen.

Matt’s tone of voice worries Chrissy. Has he done something to offend Matt? But he’s relieved when he sees Matt’s face brighten.

“Good news?” Chrissy says.

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah… It’s uh… The new guy. The new supervisor.” Matt sips his espresso.

There’s something in Matt’s tone that makes Chrissy uncomfortable. Is Matt lying? Is it really the person BILT hired to supervise the building sites?

“Okay… That’s good to know.” Chrissy wants to go back to sleep, but he just sits up and looks at Matt putting on his clothes to go to work.

“What?”

Chrissy slinks over to Matt. The sheets fall behind him, revealing his nude, muscular body. His tiny cock hard and standing up at attention.

“Miss you,” Chrissy says and kisses Matt’s lips.

“Sorry,” Matt says and hastily tucks his shirt into his work jeans. “I really need to go.”

“Can’t you stay awhile? It’s your company…”

“The new supervisor’s shadowing me and we’re doing a site inspection this morning.”

Chrissy sits and sulks.

“Saw some of the pics from your product review sesh last night,” Matt says. “And some clips.” He finishes dressing up and sits on the bed.

“Yeah?” Chrissy’s face lights up. He reaches around and holds Matt from behind. “Did you like them, Daddy?”

“Is this… really what you want to do?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I made good money from that one night. We sold over a hundred Eggs, and even moved some older items. The live stream got so many viewers and Billy said the behind-the-scenes videos and exclusive videos were also doing really well.”

“Did you see what so many of the comments said?”

“No. I was working.”

“Working?” Matt scoffs. “You got naked and acted like a whore in front of hundreds of people. Then you spread your legs and had sex toys stuffed in your holes. And the comments, holy shit! I mean, what the fuck? What would our friends say? My coworkers? My fucking employees?”

Chrissy’s jaws fall open. Matt’s never been this way.

“Matt, we… we posted my sex videos on the Internet when we started dating. You were the one who encouraged me.”

“Yeah, well… That was then,” Matt takes a deep breath. “You’re smart. You’re a good designer. You don’t have to do porn!”

“What’s wrong with doing porn?” Chrissy can feel his face turn hot.

“I… We’re getting married. I’m okay with sharing you with people I know, but it’s… weird to see you do it for money. Weird to share you with strangers. I mean, I didn’t even know Billy, and that photographer, what’s his name?”

“Fred.” By this time, tears start streaming down Chrissy’s face, more out of anger than sadness.

“Yeah, I didn’t know I’d be sharing you with Billy and Fred that night. Bet Fred fucked you at the photoshoot too, huh?”

Chrissy shakes his head no. It’s technically true. Fred didn’t fuck him.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, bitch!”

“I gave him a blowjob,” Chrissy says. “We didn’t fuck.”

“I knew it.”

“Well, at least he was able to get his dick up!”

Chrissy wants to take back the words as soon as he said them, but it’s too late.

“You know why I haven’t been able to get hard?” Matt clenches his jaws and balls his fist. “I’ve been busting my ass, working to provide for you. For us. I’ve been busting my ass so you don’t have to work, but that doesn’t mean you can go around town acting like some cheap whore!”

There’s something in the way Matt looks at Chrissy. There’s fury, there’s rage, but there’s also something else that terrifies Chrissy.

“Matt… What’s with you? Is this how you’ve felt about me all this time?”

Matt’s left eye twitches and he purses his lips. “Fuck. I don’t know. Maybe. I… I gotta go. I’m late for work.”

When Matt slams the bedroom door, Chrissy bursts into tears. During sex, Matt loves to call Chrissy names and treat him like a slut, but it’s always been consensual, and Matt knows it turns Chrissy on. Chrissy’s never felt any malice. But this time it’s different. It felt especially worse because Chrissy knows how conflict-averse Matt is.

How long has this been building up? What was the trigger?

Chrissy’s heard stories, including from Matt’s best friend, Gar, of Matt losing his cool, but Matt’s never treated him like this.

Seven years. They’ve been together for seven years. Is it the seven-year itch? Is there someone else?

No. Chrissy refuses to even think of it. He needs to get to the bottom of… whatever this is.

He hears the cats meow outside. He wipes his tears and takes a deep breath. Might as well wake up.


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