How is he so confident about this? I wish I could be.
Me
And you’re not scared at all of ruining our friendship?
Bodie
Not in the slightest.
I know you, Bryce. You won’t hurt me. Do you really want me to go experimenting with strangers?
I don’t even need to contemplate that answer.
Me
No. Absolutely not.
Bodie
Then can I come in there?
Me
I’m going to need more time to think about this, Bodie.
I can see he’s responding, so I end the conversation before he can try to convince me.
Me
Goodnight, Bodie.
He stops typing, and that seems to be the end of the conversation. I close my eyes, but my thoughts are churning, and I toss and turn for the next ten minutes or so until I hear a noise coming through the walls.
“Motherfucker,” I whisper, cursing my best friend, who is now deliberately watching porn louder than usual. He isn’t making this decision easy for me. Visions run rampant of Bodie with his hand on his dick, aggressively jerking himself off. I shove my hand down my shorts and grip the base of my cock as tight as Ican. Iwill notget off to listening to him. When I hear him finish with an exaggerated moan, I throw my TV remote at the shared wall of our rooms.
“You’re an asshole,” I yell at him through the walls.
Bodie
Goodnight, Bryce *winking face with tongue emoji*
A knock on the door startles me awake. “Yeah. What’s up?”
“Did you forget to set your alarm?” Bodie cracks open the door. “It’s almost 2 p.m.”
“Fuck. I must’ve forgotten.” I did, because I was too busy thinking about Bodie all night.
“I’ll make some breakfast real quick.”
“You’re good. I’ll grab something later.”
He frowns and backs out of the door without another word.
I fall back on the bed, thinking I may have hurt his feelings last night. Now, I’ve turned down his offer for breakfast.
Me
On second thought, some eggs with the leftover fajita meat sounds amazing if you don’t mind.
