Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2017 18:04:22 -0600
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King 17 (Revised)

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	In the last chapter, Xander went to the zoo with Tessa, Beth, Josh,
and Dylan, finally meeting the fourth PoV character, where he seems to have
enjoyed himself. At the end, Finn realized that Xander might have a 'safe
place' that's not the orphanage.

	Anyway, on with the chapter!

~~Chapter Seventeen: Box~~

[Xander]

	Being grounded wasn't fun. Mr. Scott told me I wasn't allowed to
leave the room, unless to go to school or come downstairs for food, or
unless I needed to use a computer for schoolwork. They took away my phone,
the computer, and the T.V. from the room. I never used the latter, and only
used the computer when I needed it for homework, so I'm not sure why they
did that.

	I'm finally ungrounded. Today's the Saturday following my trip to
the zoo. I was technically ungrounded last night, so I went for my usual
morning run and workout. I had to do all my morning exercising in my room
while I was grounded.

	During my grounding, I stayed after school so I could run on the
track and exercise there. I don't think Mr. Scott knows what I was
doing. When he asked me why I was staying after school an extra two hours,
and what I was doing there, I just told him, "Stuff." That wasn't a lie, I
was doing stuff. I was working out.

	Had he asked me WHO I was doing, then I would have answered with
'no one'. I'm still confused by Luke's birthday party. Why did I let him
jack me off and suck me?

	And why do I keep thinking about Dylan? He's really cute, and nice,
and cool, and he doesn't try to force me to do stuff and talk, like Finn
and Luke and Karma and the teachers and classmates at school and the Scotts
and the Masons all do.

	He's like the staff at the house. Him and Tessa and Beth and
Josh. They don't force me to talk, just like the staff. They let me if I
want to, and are okay with me not. Maybe that's why I like Dylan. I like
all of them. But why do I like Dylan more than the rest of them? Probably
because Tessa and Beth are girls, and so I'm not into them.

	I'm not into boys because I was raped a ton. I'm just into boys
because I like dick, I think. I don't like it in my ass, but I don't like
the idea of putting mine in someone else's ass, either. I want to cuddle
with Dylan.

	Shaking those thoughts from my head, I step out of my shower and
dry off, then get dressed, making my way downstairs to eat breakfast. I eat
a lot, lately. I'm not sure why I do, but I do. It's not like I'm growing
or anything. I know I'm not. I measured.

	"Xander!" Mr. Scott calls my name as I'm about to leave.

	"Yes, sir?" I ask him.

	He's probably going to tell me I can't leave.

	"Where are you going?"

	"I sent you a text," I say.

	"I'm aware of that," he says. "You also suck at spelling. I got
that you were going for a walk, and might be going shopping, but I couldn't
understand the rest."

	"It's Saturday," I say. "I'm going to do what I normally do on
Saturdays. I didn't do it last Saturday because I was at the zoo. And you
grounded me unfairly."

	"Linda wanted you grounded until Thanksgiving."

	"So?" I ask.

	"How was your grounding unfair?" He asks. "We didn't know where you
were, and you didn't contact us at all while you were gone."

	"I did tell you," I pull out my phone and show him the text. "See?
I said I was going to the zoo, and that I would be back sometime in the
afternoon, but didn't know when. And then you grounded me for not answering
my phone because I couldn't hear it, and was enjoying myself too much to
realize how much time was passing, or I would have contacted you to inform
you of my status. I plan on being back sometime this evening. I'll let you
know if something comes up."

	"Don't you need permission to leave?"

	"The rule set," I say. "Is that I simply must inform you I'm
leaving, and when I expect to return, as well as an estimation of where I
will be. I have met those requirements. Please don't become like Mrs. Scott
and attempt to smother me and keep me restrained and restricted."

	"Have fun," he sighs. "But please be careful, and text me at lunch,
and at three, to let me know where you're at."

	"Okay."

	I leave, and the first place I go is to the store. They all look at
me funny, so I leave without buying anything. The nice lady wasn't there
today.

	I go to the park after that. Matt's playing his guitar. He changed
his hair color again. It's now a dark blue with two white streaks in
it. His eyebrows are both dark blue.

	He's weird.

	When he finishes playing, he packs away his guitar and chats with
the people in the crowd for a few minutes. I think a man tries to offer him
some kind of deal, but leaves looking frustrated.

	Then Matt looks at me, grins, and walks over.

	"What's up, Xander?"

	"The sky," I answer. "Some clouds. It'll probably snow soon. We'll
probably get four inches by the time night falls."

	"Weatherman says you're wrong."

	"It's just my thoughts," I shrug. "I'm usually wrong about things,
so it wouldn't surprise me to be wrong about this. I'm going to go eat
lunch. Bye."

	"Where are you going?" He asks. "We're going to the Wolf's Dragon."

	"Panda Express," I answer. "They're delicious. And they have a cute
worker. I didn't mean to say that. I order a bigger plate with chow mein
and double orange, sweetfire chicken breast, and then an extra entree of
the Beijing beef. A medium drink, which I then fill with lemonade. I still
have a hard time using chopsticks, but I try my best."

	"Ever been to the Wolf's Dragon?" He asks.

	"I go there when I have a bad week," I say. "I go there after
visiting the dogs for adoption at the end of the week. They have good
cheesecake. Their kitchen staff is incompetent, though."

	"I never have an issue," he looks confused.

	"They can't make smoothies properly."

	"I've still never had an issue," he says. "Maybe they just get
confused by your order?"

	"I don't order smoothies."

	"Okay," he still looks confused, then shrugs and grins. "Anyway,
we're out. Have fun, Xander, and eat an extra entree for me!"

	He and Liam leave, and then I walk to Panda Express, wondering why
he wants me to eat an extra entree for him. I do. I order an extra
sweetfire chicken breast. I always pick out the pineapples, those are
disgusting. I hate pineapple. A lot. No one yells at me here for throwing
them away. That makes me feel good.

[Finn]

	Xander's probably on his way to the Wolf's Dragon by now. I'm
guessing that being grounded counts as something bad happening, and since
he's off his grounding, he'll have definitely made the decision to go there
after he visits the dogs for adoption.

	Speaking of dogs, I haven't given Turtle much loving lately, so I
took him for a walk, then to the dog park. He loved the trip, and he misses
Xander, who seems to be ignoring him a lot lately. He was over for the
family dinner yesterday, and he got mad at Turtle. I've never seen him mad
at a dog before. He actually pushed Turtle away and stormed off when Turtle
put his head on his lap.

	So I felt it safe to give Turtle to the driver as I go into the
Wolf's Dragon, and send him away. I'll be eating in, so he can drop Turtle
off at home before I call him to come get me.

	"Hello, and welcome to the Wolf's Dragon!" A teen around seventeen,
but looks a fair bit younger, greets me when I enter. "My name is Cal. How
may we help you today?"

	He doesn't seem bothered by my looks at all, but that might be due
to his experiences here. Cal's one of their best hosts, Dad says, and is a
manager, even though he just started his junior year in high school a
couple of months ago.

	"Hey, Cal," I look around, spotting Xander at the seat nearest the
door.

	He's already here. I thought I'd beat him here. He's sitting at the
table, jacket off, eating a slice of cheesecake, a smoothie by him. He's
got one arm around his food protectively, like I sometimes see in pictures
of people in juvie eating, his eyes darting around the room as he eats his
food. He's not eating it rapidly, like he normally does, which tells me
that he is really comfortable here.

	"Hey, Xander," I say, and he jumps, looking at me, eyes wide in
fright.

	"Can I at least finish this, please?" He begs. "Please? I didn't
mean to be rude, I-"

	"I'm not here to bring you home!" I laugh. "And I don't think Uncle
Trey cares about whatever it was you said."

	"He didn't send you to bring me home?" Xander looks at me
suspiciously. "Are you a stalker?"

	"I haven't talked to Uncle Trey all day," I say. "I just heard from
a little birdie that you liked coming here, and wanted to see if it was
true or not. Mind if I sit with you?"

	"Yes."

	Of course he does.

	"Why?"

	"Because how would a parrot know I ate here?" I ask.

	"What?"

	"You said a birdie told you," he says. "Parrots are the ones that
talk. You lied to me."

	Of course it's something like that that screws things up. Xander
seriously needs to work on understanding how things work.

	"Can I please sit with you so I can at least talk to you?"

	"Shoo."

	Did he seriously just shoo me? Xander's finally starting to open
up, and it scares me a little bit.

	Then I remember something Luke said to me yesterday...Xander has
mace on him, even at school. Xander's probably being bold because he thinks
I can't retaliate against him.

	That, or he took 'speak your mind' to a whole new level.

	"Please?"

	"I will spray you with mace if you don't leave me alone."

	Xander doesn't lie.

	"Well," I look at Cal. "I was planning on eating with him, but
since he doesn't want me around, I guess I'll head out. Sorry for wasting
your time."

	"We're pretty slow," Cal shrugs. "It's no problem, he's my only
seated right now."

	Yeah, they only have two customers, and the other one's being
served by another guy.

	I leave, heading home, and on the way, it begins to snow. The
weather said we had a zero-percent chance of precipitation. When I get
home, I find that Dad has a business partner over for a meeting.

	Mom's out shopping in France right now, so it's just me, the staff,
Dad, his business partner, and the partner's son, who's about ten years old
with shaggy brown hair and warm, brown eyes, and is sitting on the couch in
the sitting room they're talking in. He's wearing a suit, and his hands are
folded on his lap, though he looks pretty bored as he listens to them. His
name is Logan, and he's pretty damn adorable. I get permission to go hang
out with him, and so he follows me up to my room.

	"Pretty boring, listening to all of that, huh?" I ask, removing my
jacket and draping it across the back of my desk chair as I sit on my bed.

	"Yeah."

	"Take off your jacket, tie, and shoes," I kick off my shoes. "Get
yourself comfortable, they'll probably be talking awhile."

	"Probably," he doesn't move to take anything off or sit down.

	"No, seriously," I say. "Get comfortable, it'll be a long while
before you'll be needed to go, and I'm sure you don't want to stay in the
suit and those uncomfortable shoes."

	"Not really," he removes his jacket, neatly draping it across the
back of my couch, then adding his tie there, then removing his shoes and
setting them by my door. "Where can I sit?"

	This kid is extremely cute, and just my type. I so hope he's up for
experimentation. That wasn't my intention, I really did just want him to
get comfortable, but now, I want some action.

	"Is there anything you want to do?" I ask. "Any games you play?"

	"No."

	"Want to jack off?"

	"That's a creepy thing for you to ask me," his face reddens.

	"Maybe," I say. "But I was ten, once, and I know how we boys are
when we just discover things. You have started jacking off, right?"

	"Maybe," his face turns even redder.

	"Ever jacked off with another boy before?" I ask, and he quickly
shakes his head. "Trust me, it's so much better when there's two. If you
don't want to, we won't, but I know I'm horny. It's entirely up to you."

	He thinks about it for several long, agonizing moments, but then
nods his head. I start undressing, and he stares at me as I reveal my body,
his eyes widening when he sees my cut five inches. Once naked, I stand
beside my bed and tell him to come over to me. He's still dressed.

	When Logan gets to me, I start unbuttoning his shirt. He's got a
soft, slender torso, his skin smooth and soft, his body still containing
baby fat. He's so damn cute, I want his mouth on my dick, and now, but know
I have to be patient and wait.

	I push his shirt off of him, letting it fall to the ground, then
slowly remove his belt, keeping my eyes on his face as he watches my
hands. I have to try so hard to resist stroking his chest and stomach.

	I unbutton Logan's pants as I kneel in front of him, and he takes a
step back. I hook my fingers under not just his pants, but his underwear as
well, and pull them down, ask him to him step out of them. I remove his
socks next, then look up at him.

	"Want to try something other than jacking off?"

	"What" He asks, both hesitant and curious.

	I have his interest, and know that he will not resist. Not for this
first part, anyway. I just hope I can get him to reciprocate it.

	Instead of answering with my words, I just pick him up and lie him
on my bed, then climb on it as well, going straight to between his legs and
taking his small, two and a half inch boy-dick into my mouth, making him
gasp.

	I start off gentle and slow, picking up the pace as I fondle his
balls, taking them into my mouth a couple of times, once with his dick
still in it, making hm moan in pleasure. As I pleasure him via his dick, I
also push a finger into his ass, making him moan some more as I hit his
spot.

	Logan doesn't last long against my assault, squealing as his body
jerks with his orgasm, and then he lies there, gasping, a grin on his
face. I lie down next to him, knowing he'll recover as soon as he gets his
breath back.

	"That was so amazing!" He squeals. "And then you put your finger in
my butt, and oh, my goodness, that was so amazing!"

	"You liked having my finger in your ass?" I ask, and he nods. I
wasn't planning on this, but... "Would you like to see what it feels like
to have my dick in there instead of a finger?"

	He looks unsure, but after a moment, he nods. I grab the lube from
my bedside. Luke prefers the kiwi strawberry, so I have that one handy,
too, not just the regular jack-off lube. I have him lift up his legs and
hold them, and I get into position and lube up my dick, telling him to let
me know if he wants to stop.

	As soon as he confirms he's ready, I start to push my dick into his
ass. He starts to scream, so I stop.

	"That hurt a lot," he says. "I just wasn't expecting it. Try
again. I won't scream this time."

	"Are you sure?" I ask, and he nods. "Okay.

	I start to enter him again, and this time, I can tell he's trying
not to scream. Once I'm all the way in, I let him get used to me being in
there, which takes awhile. Once he's used to having me filling him, though,
I start slowly fucking him, leaning forward and pressing my lips to his,
the two of us making out. I grab his little boy-dick and start jacking him
off as I fuck and make out, and I don't last long, cumming in his ass and
sending him into a second orgasm.

	I flip onto my back beside him and tell him to climb onto me with
his ass in my face, and he does. Immediately, I start eating him out,
making him moan. There are several ways to not make a mess with the cum
leaking out of one's ass after getting fucked. He's getting the most
pleasurable option.

	As he moans, he decides to take the initiative and start licking my
dick. At first, I think he's just cleaning it of the cum, not disgusted at
all by the fact that it was just in his ass, but as soon as I'm hard, he
takes it into his mouth. He can't take the entire thing, but he does his
best.

	Logan comes to another orgasm, but he doesn't stop working my dick
until he brings forth a second load of my seed, this time swallowing it. He
collapses onto my bed next tome, then crawls around so his face his by
mine, and he cuddles against me. I stroke his soft, smooth chest and
stomach, watching my spent partner breathe as he drifts off to sleep,
exhausted from the activities that just transpired.

	I'm sure that he, like me, hopes his dad brings him over for
business meetings more often. That was actually pretty fun, and he actually
wanted to do all of that. I didn't expect him to go past the first blowjob.

[Dylan]

	"What are you thinking about?" Sam asks me as I kick his ass at the
game we're playing on our laptops in his room. "You've had a distracted
look on your face the entire time we've been playing."

	"In a week and a half," I say. "Thanksgiving break begins."

	"The twenty-third, yeah," Sam says. "Though the twenty-second,
technically, if you count it as starting as soon as we get out of school on
that Tuesday."

	"Dash," I say. "My ex from a few homes ago, is going to be here, he
wants to hang out."

	"So?"

	"We broke up because I moved," I say. "I still love him to death,
though. But I enjoy having sex with you, and you know that there's someone
I like."

	"We still have sex," he kisses me on the cheek. "You know I'll be
happy to stop if you get into a relationship with someone, it's not like
I'm not with someone."

	Sam's got an open relationship with a boy two years our junior,
which I only just learned this week. He apparently made me think he was
single because he didn't want me to think he was cheating on his boyfriend.

	His boyfriend, a very sexually aggressive boy two years our junior
that Sam claims has a fat, four-inch dick, despite being only eleven.

	"So what's the problem?" He asks.

	"I want them to meet," I say. "Xander and Dash. Xander's got
something in his past that's keeping him from breaking out of his shell,
and he seems stressed. When he was hanging out with us, he relaxed quite a
bit, but was still tensed up. I think, if Xander met Dash, he'd relax. A
lot. Dash is a pretty easygoing, hyperactive goofball that makes people
laugh just by being him."

	"I still don't see the problem."

	"I just want my ex and crush to meet," I say. "But Dash is a
hyperactive goofball. That's the problem. Xander's perfect in our group,
but put him with Dash, and I'm scared that Dash's energy will freak him
out. Xander was pretty freaked out when he first joined us a the zoo last
week, and it did take him awhile to relax around us. Once he did, though,
he had a lot of fun."

	"So to make it short," Sam says. "You want him to meet your ex,
because you think it'll help him, but you also don't want him to meet your
ex, because you think it'll freak him out?"

	"Yes."

	"Text him," Sam says. "And ask him if he wants to meet a
hyperactive goofball."

	Sam pushes me to do that, no matter how much I don't want to, so I
shoot Xander a text, after revising it several times.

	Me (to Xander): Let me know when you have your phone back. My
ex-boyfriend is coming to town, and wants to hang out the day before
Thanksgiving. He's really hyperactive, and even though we're not dating
anymore, we're still friends. I think you'd like him.
	Xander: Fone bak yesterdae. Wats hiz nam?
	Me (to Xander): Dashiel, though he prefers Dash. It's in tune with
his hyperness. I think you'd like him.
	Xander: I lyk yu.

	Before I can think of a response to that, he sends me another text.

	Xander: I also lyk Tessa and Beth and Jake. They ar cul, to. Yu wer
al fun to haeng ot with.
	Me (to Xander): So want to hang out with me and Dash on the
twenty-third?

	He doesn't respond to that, and I tell Sam that. He says that from
what he's told me about Xander, he's probably confused, and so just not
answering. We put our laptops away and start to get naked when my phone
pings again.

	Xander: Wer wud we hang ot?
	Me (to Xander): It'll be freezing, especially with it already
knowing, so probably just the mall or something.
	Xander: Wat tym?
	Me (to Xander): Probably around one, based on when Dash is supposed
to get to town.

	He doesn't respond again, and Sam and I start undressing. We're
naked and about to get on Sam's bed when my phone vibrates again.

	"Go ahead and check it," he laughs. "It's probably Xander."

	"Probably," I grab my phone. "Yup."

	Xander: I kan goh. Tel him to b com.

	"What?" Sam asks as I laugh.

	"Xander told me," I say. "That he'll go, but I need to tell Dash to
be calm. Is someone knocking on the door?"

	"Think so," he looks over, and we hear the knock again, then a
moment later, his phone beeps. "It's Greyson, he wants to know if I'm
home. I'll let him know he can come in."

	"Should we dress?" I ask.

	"Nah," he says. "He's seen me naked plenty of times, and it's not
as if you have any reason to hide."

	He sends off a text, and then the front door opens, and a moment
later, his bedroom door opens, and in walks his boyfriend, the first time
I've ever seen him. I was actually starting to doubt he exists.

	Greyson is a little on the small and slender side, but then, Sam
and I are both slender from our soccer builds. Greyson has sandy blond hair
and these amazing blue-gray eyes, and he's totally fuckable. As soon as he
sees me, he talks.

	"Well, Sam," he looks at Sam. "You should have told me you were
having sex, I'd have been here sooner. Is this Dylan? I see the glasses on
your desk."

	"Yes, this is Dylan," Sam says. "And I never brought up having sex
with you and him to him before."

	"Want to have sex?" Greyson asks me. "Sam likes taking dick in his
ass, and it wouldn't be the first time he's had two up there at once."

	Eleven, and definitely sex-crazy. He just asked someone the first
time he sees him if the other person wanted to double penetrate his
boyfriend with him.

	"I've never done it with someone other than Sam before," I say.

	"I have," Greyson starts stripping off his clothes. "Sam will ride
you on the edge of the bed, and I'll get behind and enter, since you
haven't done it before."

	He has me get on the edge of the bed and Sam starts riding me as I
lean back. A few moments later, I feel something thick enter Sam's ass
against mine, and fuck is this kid big. He probably is four inches, like
Sam said he was. He fucks aggressively, forcing Sam into me, and he wraps
his arms around me as best he can. Sam and I start making out as we moan
from the pleasure his boyfriend is giving both of us. His boyfriend, who is
silent, but aggressive.

	Sam is the first to explode, shooting his load between us, our
chests becoming slick and tacky with his cum as we continue to make out. I
cum right after that, feeling his ass become slicker as Greyson continues
to fuck, not stopping until his own load blasts out of his younger dick. He
actually shoots, even though he's only eleven. I can feel it against mine
as he cums, and when he finishes, he pulls out, then the three of us cuddle
on Sam's bed, Greyson still hard. The two of them start making out, then
Greyson climbs onto me and starts making out with me, too, grinding his
dick against my stomach as he does, and fuck, do I want to penetrate him.

[Luke]

	After receiving a very badly-spelled text from Xander, I make my
way over to the Scotts' house. I'm not restricted to the foyer, but the
maid who let me in tells me to keep my jacket and boots on. It started
snowing a little while ago, so I'm a bit confused by that.

	"You owe me," Xander is suddenly beside me, holding a box in his
arms.

	"Pardon?"

	"For being a jerk," he says. "You owe me. Big-time."

	"Is that why you told me to come over?"

	"Yes."

	"What do you want?" He's fully dressed, complete with jacket and
boots.

	"Your help," he answers. "Mr. Scott has given me permission to move
into the annex. Mrs. Scott doesn't want me to, but she's really clingy, so
he talked her into it. I need help moving all my stuff."

	"Isn't that what the staff is for?"

	"The staff is not allowed in the room I stayed in," he says. "And
now they're not allowed into the annex without my permission. I will be
having my own butler to take care of the cleaning and such inside of it,
when I need it. He'll also be my driver."

	"Your own butler?" Did he just claim something other than his phone
as actually his?

	"Yes," Xander says. "Mr. Scott is hiring someone to act as my
butler and driver, instead of the old man who smells of eucalyptus because
he likes sucking on lozenges because he's weird. Is that a problem?"

	"It's just," I say. "That you're calling him your
own. That...surprised me."

	"Mr. Scott," he says. "Has done away with my allowance, and given
my my own bank account. He says that, as I am his son, I should have my own
money. I don't believe I'm his son, but he sees me that way. I tried
telling him the money isn't mine, but he insisted. As he claims the money
is mine, and as it was his money, that means the money is mine. It's in my
name, too, which also means it's mine. The expenses for the butler will be
coming out of that account. Therefore, he's being paid for with my money,
therefore, he's my butler. He says that even if he gets rid of me, the
money will still be mine. He promised me that."

	Xander probably asked if the money would still be his if they sent
him back. He's still paranoid that he'll be sent back. At least he's
starting to accept things, such as that the money's his. I wonder how long
the money's actually been his, I doubt Mr. Scott actually gave him an
allowance. That was probably to see how Xander would react to it, and he
only just broke the news to Xander that it's not actually an allowance, but
worded it so that Xander wouldn't think he was lying the entire time.

	"And so," I say. "Since you don't have a butler, you're employing
me to help you move? You do realize we've got, like, three inches of snow
out, right?"

	"I'm not employing you," he says. "I'm not paying you. You're
making up for being a jerk."

	As I stare into his firm, determined, unwavering gaze, I realize
what he's doing. He's making us even. I help him out with his move with
this weather and cold, and he'll overlook what I've done to screw stuff up
before.

	Xander's trying to find a way to hang out with me without feeling
anxious or scared. I do this for him, he'll know that I'm actually serious
about being his friend and wanting to be his boyfriend, not just screw with
him. It's two degrees outside, though, which is going to make it tough,
since it takes a few minutes to walk to the annex. He's trying to make me
prove, once again, that I'm not just here to use him and abuse him.

	I agree to help him, and he tells me the stuff is already packed up
in 'the room', and to just take it to the annex. He then heads out with his
box. When I get up to the room, there is exactly one box left. I think he
planned that.

	With how quickly and quietly he snuck up on me, I think he was
waiting for me to show up before taking it away. I grab the box (boy is it
light!) and head out to the annex. At least the paths were shoveled, so I
can walk there with some degree of ease. The area around the entrance to
his new 'home' is well-salted, and I can't help but wonder if Xander did
that. I know he doesn't like walking on ice, Finn said he complains about
it a lot in his journals.

	The door to the annex is locked. I ring the bell, and a minute
later, Xander answers the door.

	"Took you long enough."

	I hauled ass to get here. It's two degrees outside. Instead of
saying that, though, I apologize.

	"Sorry," I say. "I was trying to make sure I didn't hit a patch of
ice that formed over the icemelt on the walk here."

	"Slipping on ice isn't fun," he says. "I once cracked my ass doing
that."

	Seriously?

	Wait, did the sensitive and sweet Xander say 'ass' instead of
'butt'?

	"Can I come in?" I ask. "It's freezing out here."

	"Only if you behave," he says. "And don't piss off the sauna fairy
again."

	"I will do my best," I say, and he steps to the side to let me in.

	It isn't until after he's closed the door that I realize that he
mentioned pissing off the sauna fairy. I looked them up, and found that
they stay in saunas. Does that mean Xander plans on going in the sauna with
me today?

	"This box is really light," I comment. "What's in it?"

	"It's empty."

	I just stare at him as he closes the door and wanders off into the
kitchen. Did he seriously just have me move an empty box to his room?
Normally, I'd be pissed off at that, but I think that's what Xander's
trying to see.

	"Um," I say. "Where do you want me to put your box?"

	"Bring it here," he says. "I need a box to put these ugly dishes
in. It'll be too heavy for you to take back, so I'll have the staff move it
tomorrow. You might be narcissistic and work out to keep your form perfect,
but that doesn't mean you can carry a heavy box on your own."

	Did he just call me useless?

	I bring the box over to him, and he opens it up. It really is
empty. He starts putting dishes into it, then seals it up and has me help
him move it to a pile of dishes by the front door. He's already got his own
dishes and everything in the cabinets.

	"Do you want to suck me again?" He asks.

	"Yeah," I answer.

	"Too bad," he says. "You're not going to today. But you can ogle me
in the sauna, if you want. Just make sure you stay hydrated, so you don't
faint again."

	The first thing I catch is that he was making fun of me in his own
way. The second is that he said 'today'.

	He's open to the idea of me sucking him off again, and he's clearly
not in a horny mood right now, which means it's not a heat-of-the-moment
thing like last time.

	Finally.

~~END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~~

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