Syn 2: Sex Is Syn, Love Is Pain

by J Peach

  Parker started laughing. “Baby, I like the way you put that. But her ass stretching the fuck outda that shit. That bitch ain’t never kiss me and she damn sho wasn’t ever on me like you are. She was a twenty minute nut and I ain’t ever talk to her ass again. So, bitch, if you gon’ tell it, tell the whole mothafuckin’ thing,” he checked her ass.

  Xantina turned and mugged Parker hard. “Parker, don’t play my fuckin’ sister like that—”

  “Tina, shut the fuck up. That bitch played herself for even opening up her fuckin’ mouth. She ain’t even been around for damn near a year and her ass wanna bring up old shit,” Chris snapped at his girl.

  Roxy glared over at Chris with her finger pointed in his face. “Chris, you can shut the fuck up. Yo ass wasn’t there, were you? And, Parker, yo ass can sit there and lie all you want—” She started to fuss but was cut off.

  “What the hell is going on over here? P-Nut, what’s the problem?” Meka walked over with Jason behind her. A mean mug covered her face as she looked at Roxy.

  “It ain’t shit, Meka. You know how hoes are when they think y’all had something after some minutes together,” Parker went on to explain as he pointed to Roxy.

  I looked over at him and just started laughing. “That was about the nicest way you could have put that,” I shook my head at him.

  “I’m just saying. Man, for real, tho, Syn, fuck what she talkin’ bout? I’m tryna get you in my room so you can fuck the dick she wants,” Parker looked over at ol’ girl and smiled at her.

  “P-Nut, you ignorant as hell.” Meka laughed before she pulled me off of Parker’s lap.

  “I ain’t did shit—” Parker got quiet for a second with furrowed brows. He then looked around at the party still going on. “Aye, where Mane at?” He asked no one in particular.

  “He in the shed playing pool with Ice and Pint,” Jason told him.

  “Well, while you go find him, I’m about to take Angel in the house to eat,” Meka turned to Jason. “You want me to make your plate?” She asked him.

  “N’all, gon’ head.” He leaned down and kissed her. When she turned around, he smacked her on the ass.

  Meka turned to look at him. “Jason, don’t do that,” she laughed.

  “Girl, come on. Shit, now that you mentioned food I’m hungry. Bae, I’ll be back.”

  I grabbed Meka’s arm this time and started pulling her with me. Hell, I wasn’t even thinking about food until she said something about it. Once we made it inside the house, we grabbed our plates.

  “Angel, I hope you ain’t sweating shit that girl said,” Meka’s eyes rolled into her head. “Girl, I wanted her ass to say something smart, I was gon’ knock the shit out that little ass hoe. I do not like those three messy ass bitches,” she told me.

  I waved her off. “I wasn’t moved by what she said at all. Hell, I knew whatever she and Parker had was before we got together. The dumb ass sister said once upon a time which I took as a long while ago. So I’m unbothered by all of them. Chris’ girl better stay in her place before I get my girl to fuck Chris’ mouth and then send him back to kiss that hoe,” I said, piling my plate up with food.

  Meka barked out a laugh. “See, that’s some shit I’ll do right there. I don’t even know why Chris bring that damn girl around when he know don’t nobody like her ass. She learned not to say shit to me after I whooped her ass. That little bitch think everybody want Chris ol’ dog ass. I sho’ don’t want him, I got a man that I’m happy with.”

  Thinking about the time I tried to steal Jason’s car, I broke out laughing. “Girl, I tried to steal yo nigga car when Parker and I first got together.”

  “Wait, you did what? What the hell? Why?” She questioned, looking at me like I was crazy.

  Laughing, I jumped into the story of what happened. When I was finished I had Meka in tears.

  “No! Wait! P-Nut snatched you out the car in the middle of the road and then put you out on the highway? What? He didn’t tell me none of this. Hell fuckin’ n’all. Y’all asses is wild,” she continued to laugh.

  “Girl, that was yo damn brother with his crazy ass. That’s part of the reason I like his ass. He actually put forth an effort to pursue and get to know me. And he’s helped me out so much. Like, I can’t even explain. He’s just so new to me, you know? When we started seeing each other outside the club, he probably thought I was slow for real because his ass would have me so damn stuck,” I told her. “Like, I didn’t know how to answer or anything. But I’m learning him and becoming more open to him.” As I talked about him, that giddiness returned to my stomach, tickling my insides.

  Meka poked her finger into my cheeks. “If you smile any harder yo damn cheek bone gon’ break.”

  I smacked my lips and laughed. “Fuck him, though.”

  Meka burst out laughing. “How the hell you get that? You really digging my brother. Nuh-uh, don’t go rolling yo damn eyes. It’s okay to feel giddy, there’s nothing wrong with that. New is always good.”

  “Yeah, I’m learning that,” I smiled before taking a forkful of potato salad.

  “La’Var, are you ready to eat?” Meka asked her son as he walked into the house with Jason behind him.

  “N’all, we about to play football,” he took a piece of chicken from the pan and started eating it.

  “Boy, don’t go digging in the food with yo dirty hands,” Meka popped him upside the head.

  “Man, leave him alone, his hands clean,” Jason jumped in, taking a piece of chicken as well.

  Meka looked at him like he was crazy and then popped him too. “Yo damn hands ain’t clean either, so don’t be digging in the food.”

  “You gon’ let her do you like that?” La’Var asked Jason, laughing.

  “Yeah, he is. How you sound?” Meka laughed at her son.

  They were so cute to me. Parker walked into the kitchen with Chris and Mane behind him and then came over to me. “You want some?” I held up a forkful of green beans to him and he ate it.

  “Y’all, come on, I’m ready to play,” La’Var spoke excitedly.

  “Oh, wait! Y’all hold on,” I handed Parker my plate and then left the kitchen. I took the stairs by two then quickly walked to Parker’s bedroom. Once inside, I went to my suit case and got the gifts I had gotten for La’Var.

  “What you doing?” Parker asked from behind me.

  “I got this made for your nephew a few weeks ago. After you told me he likes sports, I figured he would like these,” I was saying as I sat the stuff out on the bed.

  Parker walked over to the bed and picked up the red, white, and blue football that had La’Var printed on it. He sat the football down and picked up the matching basketball. “He gon’ love this shit. That was nice of you,” he said as he stared down at me.

  I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “It was nothing, really. After the way you talked about him and sports, I thought it would be something he’d like. I got him a jersey, too. I didn’t know what size to get, so I went with a medium. It matches the balls and it got his name on the back.” Again, I shrugged as I tried to avoid his gaze. The way he was staring at me had my body nervous. “Parker, stop looking at me like that, dang.”

  His brows rose and he walked up to me. “I can look at yo ass any way I wanna.” He pushed me back on the bed and stood over me.

  “Stop.”

  He hadn’t even done anything to me and I was saying that. “I ain’t even touched you yet,” he said as he leaned over me. “Real shit, tho, that was nice as fuck. You ain’t even have to do that shit. Thanks, he gon’ love it.”

  “I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to. I’m being a suck up,” I whispered. Licking my lips, my arms went around his waist and I pulled him down more on to me. “Is it working?”

  The scars on Parker’s face stretched as he smiled at me. “Yeah, it is.”

  My arm left his waist and I brought my hand to his face. I didn’t know why, but I liked his scars a whole lot. My neck stretched up and I tried t
o kiss him, but he jerked his head back. “Parker, stop.” My tongue flicked over his bottom lip before I kissed it.

  Parker’s hands went to my shorts and he undid them. He brought his mouth to mine. My lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide into my mouth and twist with mine. Parker’s hand slid into my panties and he ran his finger through my fold. I sucked on his tongue, moaning as he played with my clit.

  My legs widened and I undid his jeans.

  “Uncle P-Nut!” La’Var knocked on the door. “You still playing football with us?” He asked.

  “Yeah, Uncle P-Nut! Bring yo ass on!” Meka said laughing.

  Parker grunted as I looked at the door, glaring at it.

  “I don’t like yo damn sister now,” I said with an attitude.

  Parker started laughing. “Shid, I don’t either right now. Damn. Man, I ain’t gon’ be able to play like this,” he said as he looked down at himself.

  “P-Nut! You got a house full of people out here! Come on, now!” Meka knocked on the door again.

  “Here we come, give us a minute,” I yelled to them. “Get up.” Parker rolled over on his back. I stood up, I wanted more than anything to suck him off, hell, ride his ass until nightfall. I was sure I could make him cum in ten minutes, but I knew Parker. His ass was not going to have that. I couldn’t just suck him off, he was going to want to have sex also. And we just didn’t have the time for that.

  I fixed my clothes and put my hair into a ponytail. I looked back at Parker, who was still laying there watching me. “Man, get up.” I fixed his jeans and then held my hands out for him.

  He grabbed my hands, sat up, and then pulled me in between his legs. “You beautiful as hell.”

  My whole face went hot at his words. “Thank you.” I looked away from him, but I felt his gaze still on me. “Parker, stop!” I covered my face as my body became giddy.

  He laughed at me. “Angel, I ain’t did shit. I like this side of you, tho. Yo ass ain’t hardcore at all, you just be pretending. I like that I can get this part of you now because at first I wanted to choke the shit outda you.”

  I broke out laughing. “Shut up. No you didn’t. I wasn’t that bad, though, I just didn’t trust you. But you’ve proven yourself to me. You still make me nervous, but it’s a good feeling.”

  “It’s us,” he pointed between us.

  Smiling at him, I nodded. “It’s us. Now come on, you got me feeling mushy.”

  “La’Var, come here,” he suddenly yelled.

  My brows rose at him. “I’m sure he’s gon—” My words cut off when the bedroom door burst opened.

  La’Var strode in the room like he owned it. “What’s up? We still playing ball?” He hopped on the bed beside his Uncle.

  “Why you lurking outside my room door? I was in here trying to be on some grown up shit, man. You and yo moms blocking,” Parker muffed his head to the side.

  My eyes went wide and I hit Parker. “What? Why would you say that to him? Oh, my God!” I was beyond shocked that he would say something like that to him.

  “Shid, I’m being honest. You just stand there, shut up, and look pretty while I give my nephew the new house rules.” Parker waved me off and La’Var started laughing. I looked at him and rolled my eyes. “You know I don’t got rules here. You free to do as you please. But, nephew, I got a lady staying with me now. We got rules. Rule one, when me and my girl in this here room,” his arms motioned around the bedroom, “you cannot knock on or touch that there door,” Parker pointed to the room door. “Because we in here being grown and we gon’ be being grown for damn near hours, yah understand me?”

  I fell out laughing. “Oh, my God! I can’t believe she has you around her son. I’mma pray for you, Parker. La’Var, don’t listen to him. Now what took us so long was because we were getting the gift we got you.” I pushed Parker out of the way and reached around him to grab the football and basketball.

  La’Var’s eyes went wide and he grabbed the balls from me. “These is tight!” He spoke excitedly, looking over them. “And it got my name on it. Thank you, Uncle P-Nut!”

  Parker’s hands went up in the air, he shook his head, and pointed at me. “Don’t thank me, Angel got all this for you. I ain’t have shit to do with it.”

  La’Var hopped off the bed and hugged me. “Thank you, Angel. I love them. Uncle P-Nut, I like her,” he told Parker, making me laugh.

  “Me too,” Parker looked at me with a smile.

  My eyes rolled and I looked away from him. I turned my attention back to La’Var. “Here, I got you a jersey too. Thank your Uncle, he told me what you liked.” I handed him the matching jersey that had his name on it and the number.”

  “Dang! This is so tight! Can I put it on?” He asked, looking from me to Parker.

  Laughing, I nodded. “Yeah, it’s yours.”

  He jerked the jersey on and I saw that it was a bit too big for him. “Thanks, Angel. Can I go show my momma?”

  “Yeah, gon’ head, sweetie,” I smiled at him.

  He started to leave the room but stopped to look back at us. “Y’all, come on, y’all can be grown later on. Come on, Uncle P-Nut!” He waved us on and literally stood at the door of the room waiting on us.

  Parker grabbed my hand and pulled me into his side. I pressed my face into him and started laughing at that little boy. Once we were out of the room La’Var took off running, yelling for his momma and leaving us behind.

  “I’m not being grown with yo ass no more,” I told Parker, laughing and still not believing the way he explained his rules.

  “Bullshit. We gon’ be grown as soon as everybody leave. La’Var, go get the kids and y’all come on,” Parker told them.

  Meka walked over to us. “Thanks for getting him that. His ass gon’ wear that damn jersey dingy,” she shook her head, making me laugh. “Y’all gon’ play,” Meka waved the kids off.

  “As long as he likes them, I don’t care how he wears it,” I shrugged.

  “You smoke?” Meka asked, holding up a blunt.

  I took the blunt from her. “I’ll light this for you.”

  We laughed, went into the empty living room and started smoking. Meka and I sat around for over an hour smoking and sipping on cups of pineapple juice and Ciroc.

  ***

  “I like you, yo ass cool as hell. I ain’t even gon’ lie, I was nervous as hell about meeting you. I’ve never met a dude I dated people before so I didn’t know what to expect. Shid, that’s why I went out and bought La’Var that stuff. He was gon’ like me even if you didn’t,” I pulled on the blunt as I laughed hard. “I like yo ass, tho. My girl’s would love you too. I really want you to meet them, so you gon’ have to bring yo ass to Gary soon,” I passed Meka the blunt.

  “Shid, I don’t know why you was nervous. I liked yo ass before I knew you. When P-Nut said she with me, bitch you was in, for real. Yo ass became family and I was going to treat you like such. My brother is crazy about yo ass,” she laughed, pulling on the blunt.

  We looked at each other and just broke out laughing. We were high as hell. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten that high, hell high period.

  “What y’all asses in here doing?” Jason walked into the living room, sitting down next to Meka. He took one look at me and then at her. “Y’all mothafuckas high as hell. She over there smiley faced as fuck,” he pointed to me before he looked down at Meka. “I thought I told yo ass to stop smoking?”

  Meka pointed to me. “I told her I couldn’t smoke, but she started blowing that smoke in my face. Peer pressure babe, peer pressure.” She lied.

  “Yup, that’s exactly how it happened,” I nodded my head. “But I didn’t bring the weed,” I burst out laughing, pointing to Meka.

  “Bitch!” She looked at me shocked.

  “Y’all mothafuckas goofy,” Jason laughed at us.

  Laughter suddenly came from behind me and I looked back to see, Xantina, Porsha, and Roxy walking into the living room.

  “These bitches
,” Meka said loudly, making me laugh some more.

  “Y’all see how funny niggas act when their supposedly bitch ain’t around. Parker ass know he can front, asking to see me later, but wanna play like I’m some random hoe,” Roxy said, making her sisters laugh.

  “That’s how all of them are. Frontin’ for their girls, but be trying to hit behind their backs,” Porsha looked dead at Jason.

  Meka looked at Jason and he raised his hands. “Don’t look at me, I ain’t never fuck’d that damn girl,” Jason quickly said.

  I broke out laughing. “This is why I don’t like bitches. They keep up to much shit for me. Desperate ass, attention seeking hoes. Why you bitches wanna seem so fuckin’ relevant to niggas that don’t give a fuck about y’all, tho?” I asked them seriously.

  “Oh, baby, I’m very relevant when it comes to Parker regardless of how much time we’ve been apart. So you can really shut the fuck up talking to me,” Roxy snapped.

  I barked out a laugh, then looked at her and rolled my eyes before I stood up. “Bitch, shut the fuck up. You fuck’d him once a long ass time ago. But I’m honestly tired of looking at yo thirsty ass so you can get the fuck up outda here.” I walked over to the front door and opened it. “Matter of fact, the three of you bitches can get the fuck outda my nigga shit.” I pointed to the three sisters and then to the opened door. “And I don’t give a fuck who the hell you rode here with, Xantina.” I said her name just to let her ass know I was putting her out too.

  They looked at each other and started laughing. “Bitch, you can’t put me out, but you can try it. This bitch done lost her fuckin’ mind.” Roxy clapped her hands laughing.

  I was high as hell, but I wanted to whoop her ass so bad because of her fuckin’ mouth. “I don’t understand females. If a nigga embarrass you and literally tell yo ass you wasn’t shit but a nut, why go through all this to seem like you were more?” I shook my head as I walked up to her. “You’re sad as fuck,” I looked at Porsha first. Quickly, I grabbed the front of her face and smacked her head as hard as I could into the wall, knocking the shit out of her. The moment she fell down, I kicked her in the face, hoping that would keep her ass down for a while.