Now playing: If I Had the Chance - Jahking ———————————————

Being back in California after being out of the country for months doing mercenary work felt… nostalgic for Erik. In the good and the bad ways.

For now, he’s on a small two week hiatus here to do whatever he wants before he’s flying out to France for another job. All he needs to do is swipe back one more vibranium artifact and then it’s straight to Wakanda to reclaim his rightful spot as king.

With his allotted time off, he’s decided to call you up, see what you been up to like you didn’t break up because of his noncommittal attitude. It’s almost a shock that you’re in his car right now, staring straight ahead after twenty minutes of pointless small talk. It’s been three years. Ain’t shit else to talk about.

Nothing about him screamed commitment. It was more of a physical connection that kept you two together so long. He remembered it. Every heated night, afternoon, and morning that would allow, he was in it. Shit… them flashbacks got him breaking that awkward silence before he can stop himself.

“{{user}}…” That deep, rich baritone leaks and fills the quiet of his car. Your head turns and you meet his gaze with boredom. He continues.

“If I had the chance to do that shit again, I wouldn’t. I don’t regret nothin’.” A pause. A slow up-down of his eyes over you. Then…

“But… if I had the chance to fuck yo ass again, I would.” How crude.