Seeking Destruction
Kevin and Ronan
Do you consider watersports humiliation?
“I’m not sure it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.” I push away from my drafting table and flip off the light. I’ve been pulling long hours at work this week and I need a break.
“Meow.”
“I can’t tell if you’re agreeing with me or not.” I cast a forlorn glance down at Hazelnut, my thirteen-year-old calico cat. She meows at me again and blinks slowly. “You just want food, don’t you?”
“Meow.”
I sigh and pad barefoot into my kitchen, then open the drawer and grab a can of her food. Pulling the tab, I fork the contents into her bowl then set it on the floor. She meows at me again and shoves her face into the bowl, forgetting once again that I exist.
“Call Colton,” I say, and my home assistant dials the phone for me, the rings echoing through my condo from the surround sound speakers.
“What do you want?” my best friend answers on the second ring.
“I’m gonna do it,” I say, dropping the empty can into the trash.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” I scrub my hand over my face and take a deep breath, hoping that I really am certain.
“Alright.” Colton doesn’t sound sure about this at all. “When?”
“Uhm…tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“In an hour.”
My sex life has been lacking lately, or well, what feels like forever, and I’m tired of it. I’ve been waiting for the right person to come along, but when you like the things I like, there is no right person. Or at least, the right person is hard to find. I’ll meet someone who likes some of the things I like, but not all of them. I might have found the right-now person, though, and I’m going to take advantage of him while I can. Or rather, he’s going to take advantage of me.
If I’m lucky.
“Alright,” Colton sighs. “Where are you going and who is he?”
“Rapture,” I answer.
“The church place?”
“That one. His name is Ronan.”
“That sounds really ominous,” Colton says with a laugh.
“Well, it’s a lot better than Kevin.”
“Don’t berate yourself over things you can’t control.”
I roll my eyes. I’ve always hated my name, but it seems to fit me—
dated and bland.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? The things you’ve said you’re into, they’re kind of extreme, yeah? Maybe you shouldn’t be doing them with a stranger.”
“It’s a safe space,” I assure him…and myself. “He came recommended.”
