“You want a turn on this?” Sam asked me, which made Kelly laugh even harder.
“I mean, you did decide to bottom for Sam,” I said, indicating Sam’s locker just above his.
“Hey, I need that top one. My back is still tight from that last—”
“Oh, too much information,” Kelly mocked as he stood back up and pulled off his towel.
Sam’s eyes went right to Kelly’s dick, a grin sweeping across his face. “Now you’re just being mean.”
“Don’t pretend you haven’t seen it enough that you’re bored by it.”
Kelly was referring to our gym sessions, not messing around. Kelly was straight as an arrow, but he and Sam enjoyed a particular brand of pervy humor between them. They’d become fairly good friends since we’d all started hanging out together.
“It would take me a very long time to get bored with a dick like that,” Sam assured him, which made Kelly grin.
“Careful, or you’re gonna make that ego of his get bigger,” I cautioned.
“Expanding his ego should go a long way in expanding something else,” Sam joked.
“If you guys didn’t make me feel so sexy, I’d put my clothes on a hell of a lot quicker.”
“Well, I’m at your disposal,” Sam remarked before turning to me and adding, “My lips are sealed.”
I busted out laughing, and Kelly glanced between us, clearly confused since he didn’t get our little inside joke. We finished getting dressed, tossing a few more jokes around before leaving.
As soon as I got back to my place, I fell on the couch, onto the blanket I’d left out since Liam’s visit. I read his most recent message, saying he’d check outMartyrs, and we went back and forth about theBlack Mirrorepisode he’d watched. As I relaxed, I rolled my head to the side, smelling the blanket. It still had his smell on it, which was why I’d left it out. I buried my face in it for a moment, getting a good breath in. It was a strange thing to do, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Liam made me fucking crazy, shamelessly so. Every day that passed, I noticed his scent fading, the same way my memory of him grew fainter and fainter, just as all memories did with time, which only pissed me off because of how vivid the world fucking was when he was near.
I’d see him soon enough, I kept telling myself, but it didn’t quiet the uneasiness within me.
Because soon enough was still too goddamn long.
In the meantime, our messaging would have to suffice, and fortunately, he was always available there.
What are you up to tonight?he asked two nights before I was to see him again.
I took a goofy pic, twisting up my face, and sent it to him. He must’ve known that’s what I’d do since whenever he asked how I was, I sent him a pic.
LIAM: You can’t ever just send me a smiling pic?
ME: Considering you never send me pics, I don’t think you get to decide what pics you get.
He didn’t respond.
ME: Come on. Send me a pic.
LIAM: Why?
ME: Because I miss your face. Just do it. You’re not on Facebook. You’re not on Instagram. I need proof it’s still you I’m talking to.
LIAM: Hahaha.
I was certain my request would be in vain, but it was what I wanted, what I’d hoped he’d respond to one of my pictures with, since I’d wanted to see him. Sure, I could have pulled up Eric and Jesse’s wedding photos on Facebook to get a look, but it wasn’t the same. He’d changed ever so subtly since then. I wanted to see what he looked like right then.
Because I really did miss that face.
LIAM: I don’t send pics.
