Chapter Nine
Xander
"DUUUDE. DO YOU know what time it is?" Blake's lazy voice greets me from the other side of the line the next morning, which, for me, is actually later tonight.
After I got home somehow—I still have no idea how I managed to drive back without crashing into a tree with my mind so…
preoccupied—I worked out to get Liam out of my head and then feverishly jacked off about seventeen times when the former failed.
It was already dawn, so I decided to skip the night altogether, pumped myself full of espresso once again and waited a perfectly appropriate amount of time, so that now…
"It's eight AM," I inform Blake. "Middle of the day. "
"Right, Mr. Never-wake-me-up-before-noon-you-cretin. What's up?"
I take a rapid inhale and then lose my steam once I remind myself why I'm calling. I clear my throat and summon my caffeine-fueled courage. "I have questions."
"About?" Blake prompts, his voice still dripping with sleep.
I grab a stack of post-in notes and a pen from my desk drawer and place them before me, ready to diligently document his teachings like the straight-A student I am.
"Sex. Well, actually," I add when Blake starts choking on something.
His own spit, probably. "Gay sex, to be exact. Tell me everything."
The line goes silent. I move my phone to look at the screen. Did I lose him? "Hello?"
"I'm sorry," he finally says, so I put the phone back to my ear. "I was busy collecting my jaw from the floor. What the fuck did you just say?"
I grab the pen and recline in my chair. I knew he'd take some convincing. "You heard me. I want to know all I need to know."
“But why?"
"Reasons. Chop chop."
"Can't you just…I don't know. Google it?"
"I could, if I had to. If my best friend didn't just get a crash course himself on the matter and is now able to give me legit info, as opposed to me finding some dubious musings of God knows who on Reddit.
So get off your high horse and over whatever nonsense embarrassment you're feeling and tell me. "
It takes me another five minutes of convincing my sudden prude of a friend, but I finally manage, scribbling things like stretching, lube—buckets of it, and gay porn for research on my little post-it.
It's not until Blake dictates a rather important question—Are you a top or a bottom?
—that I take a mental pause, because how the fuck am I supposed to know that?
He ends his lectures with a couple graphic tidbits—yeah, once Blake starts talking he forgets to be shy—and says, "There. That's all I have. You want more, you ask uncle Internet. Now will you tell me why the fuck do you need to know all that?"
I consider cluing him in for a whole half a second before saying, "Nope.
Thanks though, appreciate it. See you on campus," and end the call before Blake has a chance to inquire further, because I just know he's dying to.
I'll tell him first thing Monday, of course.
I'm not that great at keeping secrets, especially my own.
But for now, let him wonder. He didn't tell me about Sawyer right away either, so…
payback, bitch. Besides, I'm not sure there's even anything to tell.
I get a pang of satisfaction when I'm able to cross call Blake off my other post-it, before inspecting it further. Right. Now, down to business.
Unlike Blake, Sawyer doesn't take forever and a day to answer his phone, his fully alert voice greeting me from the other side. "Yo, yo, yo. What's up?"
"Well, you sound cheery. Good. Great actually, cause I need a favor. Huge one."
"Shoot."
"Do you think you could put my name on that damn list? To the club? Like you did Blake’s? I may have a…thing I need to take care of and you guys are well overpriced." They're not, really. It's me who's broke.
"Put you on the list, huh?" Somehow, he sounds even more cheery now. Maybe he also overdosed on caffeine. "Sure, I can do that."
"Thanks man, I—" The rest of the words die in my throat when a poorly concealed laughter comes from somewhere in the background, and it's not fucking Sawyer's. "Wait, are you—" It takes a second for my brain cells to rub together. "Is Blake there with you?"
Sawyer does an even worse job of trying to conceal the laughter in his voice. "Umm, kind of. I'm at Blake's. Why?"
I open and close my mouth a few times, like a fish out of water, before I huff, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "Fuck you, both of ya!" I bark and tap the end call button twenty times for good measure.
Trying not to think about how much of a heyday these two will have when I see them, I scribble get new friends on my post-it and stick it to my monitor.
I huff and puff for another few seconds before shooting Sawyer a text.
Me: Seriously, you're the biggest asshats ever, and I hate you both! Remember to put me on that list, though, k? Thanks!
Sawyer's reply has Blake written all over it.
Sawyer: Will do! I'm actually dying to see what you're up to :D :D
Assholes.