Chapter 9 #2
I flip them off but move over so I’m against the wall. Now I don’t have to worry about my surroundings while I’m distracted.
West: I don’t know what to say to that
Anthony: what was your first reaction when you read it?
West: I’m not telling you
I smirk at my phone.
Anthony: you got hard, didn’t you
West: maybe
Anthony: then what did you feel?
West: I don’t want to say
Anthony: tell me
West: excited
Anthony: about the idea of getting fucked?
Anthony: or about the idea of me fucking you?
West: I don’t want to answer that
Anthony: tell me
West: the second one
Anthony: now was that so hard?
West: no but I still am
West: I really need my brain to tell my fingers to stfu
West: who are you?
Anthony: do you really want me to tell you?
There’s a long pause, and I drink down a few swallows of my beer while I wait for his answer.
West: no
West: I don’t understand why I don’t but I don’t
Anthony: because maybe it’s easier for you if you don’t know who I am
West: maybe
West: do you really want to fuck me?
Anthony: yes
West: why?
Anthony: because you’re hot
West: oh
There’s something off about his response, but I can’t read the meaning behind it since it’s over text. Is he disappointed? Or maybe it’s just a neutral answer because he doesn’t know what else to say.
Anthony: and because I’ve been thinking about it
West: you have
Anthony: yes
West: for how long?
Anthony: a long time
West: do we know each other
Anthony: yes
West: are we friends?
Anthony: no
That isn’t a lie. We’re frat brothers, and we’ve lived in the same house for the last three years, but we’re not really friends.
West: do you want to hurt me?
Anthony: no
West: but you want me
Anthony: yes
West: this is so fucked up
West: i should hate you
West: I *want* to hate you
West: but instead of hating you I’m literally rubbing my dick because talking to you is getting me hot and I have no idea why
West: jesus that was a lot of words
West: you can just delete those from your brain please and thank you
Anthony: show me
West: what?
Anthony: you said you’re touching yourself. Show me
West: are you crazy?
Anthony: probably
Anthony: are you touching yourself over your clothes?
I know I’m pushing things, and I probably shouldn’t be doing this considering he’s drunk, but whatever. I want to have some fun, and he can always stop answering if he isn’t into it.
West: yes
Anthony: show me
A few seconds go by, then a photo loads in the thread.
It’s of a strong, masculine hand cupping the dark fabric of a pair of jeans. The bulge under his palm is impressive, and so is the line of his dick snaking down his pant leg.
Anthony: very nice
West: I can’t believe I sent you that
West: I can’t believe any of this is happening
West: are you really into guys?
Anthony: yes
West: are you bi?
Anthony: I don’t really consider myself anything
West: ??? how can you be nothing? Are you ace or something like that?
Anthony: not sure. I’ve never really found a label that fits
Anthony: I just know that I don’t get interested in people often, but when I do, their gender isn’t a factor
West: that made total sense while also making zero sense
Anthony: I like to be contrary
West: this is really weird
Anthony: what is?
West: I literally just confessed one of my deepest secrets to you and I have no idea who you are
West: I haven’t even told my best friend I’m bi but I told you when you’re a stranger and the reason I have to break up with my fiancée and deal with the fallout from all that
It’s interesting that he’s worried about the fallout from the breakup and not the heartache or the emotional pain and turmoil that goes along with ending a serious relationship, and I tuck that away for future reference.
Anthony: do you regret telling me all that?
West: yes, but also no
West: I’m tired and my brain hurts from thinking so much
Anthony: you should go to bed
West: yeah
West: maybe I can wake up in a timeline where my entire life hasn’t imploded
Anthony: your life hasn’t imploded
West: you sure about that?
Anthony: your relationship did, not your life
West: they feel like the same thing rn
West: words are getting harder
Anthony: because you’re drunk and tired
West: yeah
Anthony: go to bed West
West: okay
I drain the rest of my beer while I wait to see if another text comes through. When nothing does, I exit out of the app and slip my phone away.
I don’t know why I like it so much that West texted me as soon as he was back in his room, and that he kept the conversation going again. Of course he has no idea that it’s me he’s talking to, but that doesn’t change the fact that he keeps texting me.
This started out as a way to fuck with him, but it’s becoming so much more. And I wasn’t lying to him.
I don’t like a lot of people, but there’s something about West that’s drawn me to him for the past three years. That means something. I’m not sure exactly what, but if he’s willing to tell a stranger that he wants to get fucked, then I’m going to make sure I’m the one who does the fucking.
And I’m going to make damn sure it’s a night that neither of us will ever forget.