Lane’s POV

I lift the heavy box easily and start the journey up to the third floor to my new apartment. It’s a pain in the ass but I want to do this. Mike offered to hire movers for me but I refused his offer. I want that feeling of pride when I finish moving everything into my apartment. Of course he demanded I let him help and when he gets all dominant I just let him think he's in charge. I'm really in charge but you gotta let the men think they have the reins sometimes.

When I step out the elevator, you’re crazy if you thought I was using the stairs, I walk down the hall and into the open door of my apartment. Denny is unpacking the kitchen already so I leave him to it as I take the box of things to my bedroom. It’s not a big apartment but I don’t need a big one. It’s simple, 2 bedrooms, mine with an attached bathroom and a guest bedroom with a hall bathroom, a living room, kitchen, hall closet and a small dining room. I have a balcony though that’s really cool because I have an okay view.

It’s close to the college so that’s another bonus since I don’t have a car and it’s real close to Denny and Mike’s apartment. after setting the box down in a corner of my room I make my way back downstairs to help Mike with the large furniture since that’s all that’s left. I saved up all my tips to buy some stuff, a couch, coffee table, dining room table and a recliner. That’s basically all I need. The apartment came with a fridge and microwave so I'm good with those.

“What should we take up first?” I ask while looking at the U-Haul truck I rented since I had everything in storage.

“I'm thinking we should get the couch in first. After that we can bring in the recliner because those two are the heaviest things.” He says and I nod before climbing up the ramp.

Crouching down I get a good grip on the bottom of the couch and we lift it at the same time. I look back as we walk towards the ramp so I don’t bust my ass. When we get the couch off the truck Doug, the doorman, opens the door and says he’ll watch the truck for us making me smile in appreciation. I don’t need anyone stealing my stuff that I spent months saving for.

We struggle to get the thing into the elevator but eventually we maneuver it in and Mike presses the button since I'm stuck between the couch and the wall. After we finish getting it into the apartment we go down for the rest of the stuff. When we finish getting everything inside I'm going to eat and drink a fucking beer. That’s all I want to do tonight even though it’s Friday. Of course I should be working but Mike gave me the night off which I'm thankful for. It’s good being practically related to your boss.

It takes another half hour before we get everything into the apartment and into the right room. I groan while wiping the sweat off my forehead. Great, now all I have to do is return the truck and I'm done moving. Denny is making dinner so Mike follows behind me as I drive the truck back to the lot. My hands hurt from all the lifting but not as bad as after I work out at the gym so I'm used to it. I fill the tank before returning it as well.

When we get to the U-Haul lot I park the truck and jump out. I return the keys quickly and with no trouble before climbing into Mike’s Mercedes. He has the AC on blast and it causes a quick shiver to run down my back as he starts the drive back to the apartment. He rambles on about taking Denny out tonight and I nod with a smile. He’d do anything Denny asked him to because he’s whipped.

“How does it feel?” He asks making me frown in confusion.

“How does what feel?” I ask curiously and he chuckles.

“Having your own place.” He says then I beam.

“Well I haven’t really gotten a feel for it yet since I haven’t spent the night there yet. I think it’s going to be good. My first place, all mine.” I reply softly and he looks at me with a smile before turning back to the road.

“I'm happy for you Lane. I know you’ve wanted your own place for a while and you finally got it. Even though you could have gotten it sooner if you accepted my help.” He grumbles and I roll my eyes.

“I know that you wanted to help but I wanted to be able to say I did this on my own. I paid for everything; it’s all my hard earned money that got me my own place. All I need now is a damn car.” I chuckle making him smile and nod.

“I can buy you one if you need help.” He offers as I shake my head.

“No thank you Mike, I don’t want any help. It’s going to take a while but I’ll buy a nice little car for myself. My board will do for now.” I say making him sigh.

“I wanted to talk to you while you can’t run away.” He admits seriously causing me to frown.

“What's up? Are you going to ask Denny to marry you?” I ask excitedly but he shakes his head.

“Not yet, I wanted to talk about you and your…sexual habits.” He says and I groan loudly.

“My sex life is amazing.” I huff as he drives around my block and I know he's serious about this talk.

“Lane, you’re basically addicted to sex. You are all tense and get all jittery if you don’t have sex at least once a day.” He scoffs and my jaw clenches as I glare out the window.

“I'm not addicted. I just love sex.” I growl out making him laugh humorlessly.

“Lane, I know that what happened to you sca-” He starts and my face pales.

“DON’T! Don’t you fucking dare bring that shit up!” I roar and he falls silent as his hands tighten on the wheel.

The car stops at a red light and I take the chance to leave the car. I ignore him calling my name as I walk away with angry tears burning in my eyes. Who the fuck does he think he is bringing that up to me?! I quickly wipe away a stray tear that falls while stalking into the apartment building as Doug opens the door. My chest heaves with painful pants as I jab the elevator call button repeatedly.

I take a deep breath knowing that if I don’t calm down Denny will bug me until I tell him what's wrong and I don’t want to talk about it. I never want to talk about that. When I step onto the elevator I press for the 3rd floor before running my hands over my face. I don’t feel any tears so I know I'm good, I got it under control. The doors slide open on my floor and I step out quickly before making my way to my apartment with a smile on my face.

“Something smells good in here!” I say brightly while walking into the kitchen where Denny is pulling something out the oven.

“It’s homemade pizza.” He chuckles while setting the pizza on the cutting board.

“You make the best homemade pizza ever.” I moan making him laugh.

“Where is Mike?” He asks and I smile at him.

“He went to get gas but didn’t want you to be here by yourself for too long.” I lie smoothly making him nod along.

“Oh okay then. Well let me slice the pizza, can you get the table set? I already put away all the dishes.” He says and I nod before walking over to the cabinet he points to.

I grab three plates before stacking them up and making my way over to the dining room. Putting a plate and cup in front of the chairs I go back to the kitchen for the drinks. I'm guessing a beer will be okay for them so I grab three before following Denny to the table as he carries the pizza on the cutting board. We don’t really need the glasses but whatever.

“You’re right on time babe.” Denny smiles making me look back to see Mike walking into the room.

“I'm guessing the gas station was empty.” I say and he looks at me before nodding.

“Yeah, it was empty.” He replies while kissing Denny and sitting down.

We all grab a slice of pizza and eat in a comfortable silence before Denny starts talking about going out tonight. He invites me to come along but I turn down the invite. I'm not trying to be a third wheel and plus they’re older than me. Mike is 29 and Denny is 26, even though he looks my age, we don’t really have that much in common. They don’t really like the things I like. I think the only thing we have in common is that we’re all gay and we love pizza.

“So are you going to stay in tonight?” He asks and I nod slowly while sipping my beer.

“Yeah, I'm thinking of calling Drew over.” I wink making him frown as Mike rolls his eyes.

“Why don’t you find someone for more than a night?” He questions with a sad sigh.

“I'm too young to settle down. Besides Drew is good for sex but other than that I'm not really interested in him.” I shrug and steal the last slice before they can.

“Then why have sex with him if you aren’t interested in him?” Mike asks so I throw him a quick glare when Denny isn’t looking.

“He's sexy as hell, he's got a tight ass but his personality just isn’t for me. Don’t act like you’ve never had a one night stand or a fling with someone.” I scoff and he just stares at me silently.

“The point I'm trying to get to is that you should maybe relax with all the sex. What does your therapist say about all your flings?” Denny asks curiously and I swallow the pizza down before sipping my beer.

“He's just glad I'm having sex.” I lie remember my therapist telling me the same thing, I need to stop having so much sex with everyone.

“I highly doubt that.” He scoffs but I don’t comment.

After we finish eating I collect the dishes before taking them all to the sink. I put the unused cups back into the cupboard before washing the plates. Denny hugs me tightly from behind before kissing my cheek. I laugh as his hand glides down and squeezes my ass. He has this fascination with it but so does Mike. They walked in on me fucking Abby in the living room once and saw my ass; it’s been an obsession since.

“We’re going to head out. Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” He asks again and I nod with a smile.

“Yeah I'm sure Denny. You guys have your fun and I actually think I'm going to go for a run before staying in and studying.” I shrug so he sighs with a nod.

“Okay then, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He says and hugs me tightly again. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” I chuckle and ruffle his crazy hair making him pout before he leaves the room.

“Lane, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have brought, or even thought of bringing that up.” Mike says softly and I shrug.

“It’s whatever, can’t change the past but that doesn’t mean I want to talk about it. You already know what happened and I'm not ashamed of what I did, everything I did but…I don’t know. I guess I'm embarrassed by it.” I sigh sadly causing him to pull me into a tight hug.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed by Lane. It wasn’t your fault.” He whispers into my ear and I blink back the traitorous tears gathering in my eyes.

“That’s what I hate the most.” I mumble and he kisses my hair before pulling back.

“You’ll be fine but Lane, please listen to us. You need to stop sleeping around so much. It’s not healthy that you need sex to function properly.” He states seriously and I nod with a sigh.

“I know that Michael but…it’s difficult.” I groan causing him to cup my face.

“You’re strong Lane and you don’t need sex to be happy. Okay, some sex isn’t bad but not how much you do it.” He adds with a chuckle at my disbelieving raised brow.

“I guess, I’ll try to cut back.” I agree making him smile.

“Good, just talk to your therapist and you know Dennis and I are always here for you.” He reminds and I nod.

“I know that, thanks Mike.” I smile but he shakes his head.

“You don’t have to thank me Lane.” He chuckles before kissing my forehead and leaving as Denny calls his name. “Lock up!”

I smile and follow him towards the front door. Sticking my head out of the door, I wave as they step onto the elevator before closing and locking the door. I go straight to me room and start unpacking everything as fast as I can. I don’t want to have to deal with unpacking for a long time even though I don’t have much. It’s basically all clothes, shoes and little knick knacks I've collected over the years.

When my room is done I simply grab my iPhone, headphones and key before leaving the apartment. I'm already in a t-shirt and shorts from the move so it’s perfect for a run. When the elevator opens I step in and press for the main floor while sticking the headphones in my ear. I scroll through the songs before hitting Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People. Don’t hate, I love this song.

“Have a safe run.” Doug says as I leave the building.

“Thanks.” I smile and I hit play before I start jogging down the road after putting my phone in the strap around my bicep.

As I jog down the sidewalk I think of what Mike, Denny and I talked about. Do I have a lot of sex? Yes I do, every single day. I fucked Abby last night and this morning multiple times before escaping her apartment as she slept. It’s with a bunch of different people and I know it’s not okay to use people but I can’t help it. I love the feeling of having sex, the momentary high it gives me when I shoot my load into the condom because I always wear a condom. It does make me feel empty after so I do it again to get the feeling back.

I don’t think I'm addicted to it though; I just like sex a lot. Dr. Smith thinks that it’s a coping mechanism and I guess he's right. God he's sexy too. What I wouldn’t do to have him underneath me. He has light brown hair with a nice toned body and these really cute dark brown eyes. Alas he's happily married to his wife with like a million kids. Okay so it’s only 3 but that’s a lot of fucking kids for me. I don’t want more than one. Anyway, the point of this is the doc is a sexy man.

I turn the corner and make sure I don’t crash into anyone before heading towards the park where I usually take my runs. Running is another thing I love, not as much as sex. It gets my blood pumping and if I run long enough then I don’t feel the need to have sex. Probably because I'm too tired after running to do anything other than shower and watch TV. That’s good I guess because it’s pretty relaxing.

When I get to the park I set off for the jogging path I always take. My phone plays random music as I jog. Some other people are out running too but I don’t know any of them personally. I always see them running but besides that nothing. Sometimes I want to ask Drew to come running with me. I know he runs the track of school but then again I don’t want him thinking I'm interested. It’s been made very clear that it’s only sex between us and even though I know he wants more, I don’t.

After jogging around the park once I cross the street and start the jog back to the apartment. My phone buzzes making the music stop and I sigh before pulling it out of the strap and looking down. Drew text me asking what I was doing tonight. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as my cock twitches just at the thought of having him under me. I text him my address quickly and tell him to come over before starting the music and setting off in a job again. I turn the corner and crash into a small man making his drink spill all over his shirt.

“I'm so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I’m really sorry. Jesus, your shirt is ruined. I am so sorry man.” I ramble quickly and he looks up at me with burning angry eyes that make me flinch back.

“You obviously weren’t fucking paying attention to where you were going! Otherwise you wouldn’t have crashed right into me!” He growls out with a glare and I swallow nervously.

For such a small man he's scary. My eyes scan his angry flushed face quickly. He's really sexy with his perfectly styled hair and feminine features. Fuck, I can imagine him under me screaming my name as I pound into his ass. I bet he's tight. I let my eyes fall down to his chest to see his white shirt is sticking to his body making his slender frame more noticeable. His legs are encased in snug black slacks with shiny dress shoes. He must have money. I shake my lustful thoughts away quickly.

“I'm sorry Sir, really I am. Can I…pay for the dry cleaning?” I ask while pointing at his white button up shirt that’s drenched in iced coffee, I'm guessing its iced coffee since he doesn’t look like he's in pain.

“You wouldn’t be able to afford my dry cleaning.” He scoffs making me frown. He's an asshole, a sexy one though.

“Sullivan, what happen?” A larger man rushes out the coffee shop we’re standing in front of.

“This idiot crashed into me. Be happy it was an iced coffee and not a hot one or I would have sued your ass for burning me. I'm going home Sven. I told you I didn’t want to fucking go out tonight but noo you wanted to. See what happens when I fucking leave my house?! I need a stronger drink, preferably a scotch.” He huffs out before walking around me and stalking towards a BMW at the curb.

“Don’t take it personally. My brother is like that to everyone. Just make sure to keep an eye out. You don’t want to hurt someone.” The other guy shrugs before climbing into the car and it screeches away from the curb quickly.

What crawled up that guy’s ass and died? I frown but shake my head before walking the rest of the way. He's not my problem; I probably won’t see him again. He looks kind of familiar though. When I make it back to the building I see Drew at the counter. My eyes snap down to his ass in well fitted jeans. God I love wrangler jeans. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist making him jump slightly.

“You ready for some fun?” I whisper in his ear and he nods quickly.

“Yeah.” He says and I lead him towards the elevator.

As soon as the apartment door closes behind us I slam my lips onto his after we pull our shirts off. I walk him back towards my bedroom making sure not to bump into anything or trip over any stray boxes. When we make it to my room I kick the door closed as we strip the rest of our clothes off. I push Drew back onto the bed and follow him down quickly.

Okay so running doesn’t always get me too tired for sex.