Let's Waste Time

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?


10. Chapter Ten

The guys all decided at once that they had to come home with me later. They claimed that they needed to check my computer for viruses. I didn’t believe a word of that, but they insisted anyway. So we all chipped in on a cab to get home. And as if Chris KNEW we were there, he just happened to step outside right as we all trooped up the front steps toward my red-painted door. Then we were all standing there on the steps staring at each other. He had a half confused smile on his face as everyone stared him down. But I figured he was probably used to that because he towered over all four of us like a goddamn elf lord about to trash talk some hobbits.

“Hey,” he finally said with a nod. I nodded back.

“Hey,” I said. “Um—these are my friends. Doug, Todd, and Albert.” He nodded to all of them.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Chris.” They all nodded back.

“They’re here to debug my computer.” He nodded again, slowly this time.

“That’s cool. I’ll see you later. I have a meeting.” He gave me a long look and then left us there. We all watched him hop down the steps two at a time and stroll on his long legs to his car.

“Wow,” Todd whispered.

“Shut up,” I said, and then I shoved them all into my apartment, and they scattered like roaches in various directions. Doug was the only honest one and actually went to my computer. Albert went to the fridge, and Todd went to my bedroom door. Where he stood with his hands on his hips and a smile on his stupid face.

“So this is where you guys did the do?” he said.

“No, idiot. We did it on the floor,” I replied. He smiled wider.

“Our little Marley’s all grown up. Boinking baseball players.” I rolled my eyes and stepped over to him. Then I took a moment to examine my rumpled sheets, remembering the night before when I’d had an out-of-body experience on that very spot. “So was he any good, or is that body just for show?”

“Those are athletic muscles. He’s a goddamn magician.” He laughed and shook his head. Then he ruffled my hair.

“Jesus, Marley,” Doug said from my desk. “When was the last time you defragged?”

“She defragged last night. All night long,” Todd said. I smacked his arm and shoved him away from me.

The guys all went home later, so I could get some sleep before work in the morning. As soon as I hit the sheets, I crashed and didn’t wake up until my alarm went off the next morning. But the following night I was back to not being able to sleep. I laid in bed for an hour thinking about everything from sex to chocolate covered raisins, which I had a mad craving for. I decided to get up and try the Theraflu approach again, but after digging around in my cupboards for a while, I couldn’t find any. So I settled with a mug of hot chocolate and took it outside to try and slow my mind down.

I suppose the real reason I couldn’t sleep was because of Trent. I wasn’t sure what to do with him. He told me he wanted to leave his wife. He told me all the time. But she wasn’t collecting disability, and he couldn’t cut her off of his insurance while she was in the middle of dealing with her kidney problem. They were apparently still waiting for a donor, and he said when she got a new kidney he’d leave her. There was a part of me that felt sorry about the impending destruction of their marriage. But I really did love that asshole.

Chris’s car pulled up as I sipped on my chocolate. I watched him climb out with his gym bag. He was still wearing his dusty baseball pants with the high socks. But he had a hoodie over it and was wearing Chuck’s instead of cleats. He hauled the heavy bag onto his broad shoulders and headed toward the steps.

“Hey,” he said when he spotted me.

“Hey,” I replied.

“Not slipping back into drug use again, are you?”

“Nah, I’m trying to cut back.”

“Can’t sleep?” I shook my head and looked down at my melting marshmallows.


“I got a few new movies. Want to come pick out which one you want to watch on Tuesday?”


I stood up and followed him into his apartment. I was pretty sure this wasn’t an invitation for movies, but I headed over to his messy DVD collection anyway. He had them all scattered around his entertainment center, and I leaned on my knees to look them over as he put his baseball stuff away.

“I didn’t really invite you in for movies, you know,” I heard him say from behind me.

“I figured as much,” I replied.

He stepped across the floor, and I stood to my feet. I felt his hand on my back, and it moved forward over my stomach and up over my breast. Then he began to unbutton my jacket. I reached up to pull off my scarf, and he pulled the coat off of my shoulders. Then I felt his lips on the back of my neck. I breathed in sharply, and my heart began to pound in my chest. I was thinking about the last time we’d done this. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it again. Bad.

His hand moved down my stomach again, and he pulled up my shirt. I helped him get it over my head. Then he pulled my body against his as his hands explored. He traced one over my torso and released the button of my jeans. Then his hands slid down into them.

I rested my head back against his chest. I felt him kiss my neck again, and my hand moved up into his hair. I didn’t know why I liked putting my hands there. Trent had long hair, and Chris’s hair was short. Maybe it served as a reminder that I wasn’t with Trent. I wasn’t sure because I sure as hell never did that with him.

We stayed like that until I couldn’t hold on any longer. I yanked his hand out of my jeans and turned around sharply to rip his shirt up over his head. Once I had his chest exposed I pressed my lips against his skin and pulled at the baseball pants.

He said everything was going to be equal, and I figured this was no exception. Sure, I hadn’t gotten him back for the stuff he did a few nights before, but he said that didn’t count because it was foreplay. I didn’t care. I slid my hand into the front of his baseball pants. He gripped my shoulders tightly for a moment before reaching his hand back down the front of my jeans. Both of us were breathing heavily against one another, and then he turned his head, almost touching his lips with mine. I moved away quickly and pressed my lips against his chest instead.

“Sorry. Habit,” he breathed out.

“I know. It’s okay,” I replied.

“Come with me.”

We released each other, and he pulled me toward his bedroom. His apartment was built as a reflection of mine, so everything was on the opposite side. He shut the bedroom door behind me, and we immediately went for each other. I kissed his chest, and he pulled my pants and underwear down around my ankles. Then he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I tugged his baseball pants down, and he kicked them aside with his underwear. He went for a condom and then moved me back toward the mattress, landing on top of me. He took my glasses off of my face and tangled his hands in my hair as he kissed the marks he’d left on my throat. I ran my hands over his back.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he said.

“I know,” I groaned, unable to form a proper sentence.

“I thought once we did it, it would go away. But it’s just gotten worse.”

“I know.”

A few minutes later we were lying flat on our backs staring at his ceiling fan.

“Fuck,” he said with a heavy breath. And that was all that was spoken for another few minutes.

We laid there for a while trying to collect ourselves. My body was tingling again. I couldn’t even move. But I felt my eyes begin to get heavy, and I knew I had to go home before I passed out and things got weird. So I slowly rose to a sitting position.

“I have to go,” I said, rubbing the daze from my eyes.

“Alright,” he replied. I stood up and put my clothes and glasses back on. He watched me from where he was sprawled out on the bed in all his marble statuesque glory.

“I’ll see you on Tuesday,” I said when I shoved my glasses back onto my face.

“Okay,” is all he managed to get out. So I turned and went to collect the rest of my stuff from the living room.

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