Chapter 11 #2
West: I can’t believe I’m telling you this
Anthony: take your time. I promise I wont judge you
West: you say that now
West: okay here it goes
I lean back on one hand again and wait as the little dots pop up.
West: I have this one where I’m asleep in my bed
West: in my fantasy, someone sneaks into my room. I don’t know how he gets in, but he does, and I have no idea he’s there
There’s a pause when no bubble or dots show up, and I type out a gentle prompt. I like where this is going.
Anthony: what does he do while he’s in your room and you’re asleep?
West: he gets into my bed with me
Anthony: then what does he do?
West: it depends
West: sometimes I wake up and he’s prepping me. other times I wake up and he’s already fucking me
Anthony: do you like waking up and feeling him on top of you?
West: yes
Anthony: what does he look like?
West: I don’t know
West: I never see his face
Anthony: you don’t?
West: no. I only see his outline and how big and strong he is. When I wake up it’s dark and I’m disoriented, and even when I’m facing him or I should be able to see his face, I only see darkness
The way he phrases that makes it seem like there’s more to it than just his mind creating an anonymous fantasy man, and that piques my curiosity.
Anthony: what kind of darkness?
West: what do you mean?
Anthony: are you not picturing a face to keep him anonymous, or is there something hiding him from you?
West: both
West: sometimes it feels like I’m just not seeing him because I don’t want to give him a face
West: but other times he’s wearing a mask so I can’t see who he is
Anthony: do you like that he wears a mask?
West: yes
So West likes masks. That’s a pretty specific kink. Does it have anything to do with what happened at the Hunt? Did he already have a thing for masks, or is he into them because of me?
A strange sense of pride tickles my chest, and my dick throbs with need as I remember exactly how West looked and felt while I got us off that night. And the idea that he might be into masks because of me is way hotter than it should be.
Anthony: why?
West: I don’t know
Anthony: yes you do
Anthony: tell me
West: I like that he could be anyone
Anthony: what else do you like?
West: that he can see me but I can’t see him
Anthony: and?
West: and it’s hot?
Anthony: why is it hot
West: because he wants me and I have no idea who he is
Anthony: do you fight him when you wake up?
West: no
Anthony: do you like when he’s in control and can do anything he wants to you?
There’s another pause, then his message pops up in the thread.
West: yes
Anthony: when was the last time you thought about that?
West: last night
Anthony: did you come?
West: yes
West: so on a scale of 1 to get thee to a nunnery, how fucked up am i?
Anthony: based on that fantasy, I’d give you a 3
West: only a 3?
Anthony: it was hot and had potential, but it didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of fucked up or depraved
West: really? you’re not just saying that because you don’t want to tell me how fucked up I really am?
Anthony: I’m not just saying that
Anthony: want to know a secret?
West: yes
Anthony: your fantasy is also one of mine
West: really?
Anthony: yes. Only in my fantasy I’m not the one sleeping in my bed
There’s a long pause with no bubbles or dots, and I type out another text, not liking how much I want to keep talking with him, and not just because we’re doing our own version of sexting.
Anthony: do you like the idea of me sneaking into your room and having my way with you?
West: yes and that’s the problem
Anthony: why is it a problem?
West: because I just ended my engagement and the entire school is talking about my dick and how I don’t know what to do with it.
I should be freaking out that my life has completely imploded and not lusting after someone I don’t know and spilling my secrets to someone who may or may not be trying to destroy me
Anthony: I’m not trying to destroy you
West: just my ass, right?
Anthony: I mean, you said it
Anthony: would it help if you knew more about me?
West: maybe
Anthony: then go ahead and ask me 3 questions
West: really?
Anthony: sure
West: what’s the catch?
Anthony: no catch
Anthony: does that sound good?
West: yeah okay
Anthony: then ask away
West: are you doing all this to hurt me or to use this against me later?
Anthony: no and no
West: do we have any classes together or do we see each other on the regular?
Anthony: yes and yes
There’s a long pause where he presumably thinks of his last question, then the little text bubble pops up.
West: are you a keeper?
Anthony: yes
Anthony: and that was technically 5 questions but I’ll allow it because I’m feeling generous
West: seriously?
West: that’s it?
Anthony: that’s it
West: why didn’t you didn’t tell me you were a keeper!
Anthony: because you never asked
Anthony: and it’s not my fault you waited until your last question to bring it up
West: you’re really going to cliffhanger me like that?
Anthony: yes
West: you’re an asshole
Anthony: guilty
Anthony: now it’s time for my reward
West: what? We didn’t agree on a reward
Anthony: you don’t think I deserve a reward for answering your questions?
West: for answering 3 questions and leaving me hanging now that I know you’re one of my frat brothers???
Anthony: yes, and it was technically 5 questions
West: we have vastly different ideas about what deserves a reward
Anthony: probably but I think you’ll like my reward
West: what do you want?
Anthony: I want you to think about this the next time you jerk off
I send him one of the dick pics I took after my shower this morning.
Anthony: I took that after I jerked off thinking about you, just in case you were wondering
Anthony: enjoy
Not waiting for his answer, I add a winky face just to be annoying, then exit out of my texts and toss my phone onto the bed next to me.
I don’t know why West keeps texting me, but I’ll keep answering as long as he’s willing to keep playing my games.
Ping.
Pausing the video I was working on, I pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and check my notifications, and I’m already smiling when I open my text thread with West.
West: bullshit
Anthony: that’s an interesting opening line
Anthony: care to share some context?
West: I’m calling bullshit
Anthony: on what?
West: you
Anthony: me?
West: yeah
Anthony: are you going to expand on that?
West: this thing you’re doing. I’m calling bullshit
Again, it’s impossible to read tone over text, but these messages feel different. They’re erratic, at least that’s how they’re coming across.
One thing I’ve learned about West over my years of casually stalking him is that he texts and talks exactly how he thinks. When he’s calm and in control, he’s concise and eloquent, but he tends to bounce around and be as chaotic as his thoughts are when he’s overwhelmed or emotional.
Something happened in the last hour, and he’s either trapped in a spiral and needs someone to lash out at so he can redirect his emotions away from himself, or he needs someone to break him out of whatever thoughts have a hold on him.
Anthony: what am I doing that’s bullshit?
West: fucking with my head!
Anthony: how am I doing that?
He’s not wrong. I have been fucking with his head, but he was enjoying it up until an hour ago. I want to know what changed.
West: you keep saying you want me and you want to fuck me but I don’t believe you
Anthony: why not?
West: because you haven’t done anything about it
Anthony: I haven’t?
West: no!
West: you’ve said a lot but you haven’t *done* anything except send a few dirty texts and *tell* me how much you want me
Anthony: what else could I have done to prove I mean it?
I know taunting him like this isn’t helping him calm down, but like before, he texted me. He has the option of not answering if he doesn’t like what I’m saying.
West: literally anything
Anthony: so you think everything I’ve said is bullshit because I haven’t acted on my desire for you?
West: yes
West: and I don’t believe you’re a keeper either
Anthony: you don’t
West: no. I think you just said that because you knew it would fuck with me
Anthony: would you believe me if I said I didn’t act on my desires because I was being respectful of your relationship?
West: sure, I totally believe that someone like you would draw the line at messing around with taken people
Anthony: someone like me?
West: unscrupulous and underhanded
Anthony: A+ for the word choices and alliteration
West: fuck you
Anthony: okay, but flip it around
West: what?
Anthony: you want me to prove I mean everything I’ve said?
West: yes
Anthony: then okay
West: okay?
Anthony: okay I’ll fuck you
There’s a long pause, and I gently palm my hard cock over my sweats.
I like it when West is needy and out of sorts, but I really like when he’s got some fight in him. Hopefully he keeps that energy, because he has no idea what he’s about to unleash if he keeps this up.
Anthony: Let’s make a deal
West: what kind of a deal?
Anthony: you agree that if I can sneak into your room without you noticing, then I get to do whatever I want to you as my reward
West: anything you want?
Anthony: anything I want
West: but you have to sneak into my room without me knowing first?
Anthony: yes
West: fine
Anthony: fine?
Anthony: I would have thought you’d be a little more enthusiastic about getting what you want
West: I’d be able to muster up a little more excitement if this wasn’t another cop out
Anthony: a cop out?
West: yeah. there’s no way you’ll be able to get into my room without me knowing, even if you are in my frat
West: so all of that talk is just more empty threats
Anthony: you think so?
West: I know so
West: so fuck you and your sexy messages and your dick pics
I wait until my screen starts to time out to see if he’s done, then exit out of my texts and push my chair back from my desk.
Looks like I’ll not only get to put the app Xave used to sneak into the house to good use, but I also get to show West just how serious I am.
He’s either going to regret this, or it’s going to be the best night of his life.