"well maybe you could fuck me?" Lamar says slightly quieter than his usual voice.
Lamar and Wyatt have always teased each other, despite Wyatt's girlfriend. Their lighthearted flirting was always seen as a joke and just for laughs. A little sexual comment here and there never hurt anyone.
It comes to point though, when even the two boys can't tell if it's a joke or not. Their flirting came into conversations more and more, earning laughs from everone in the voice chat.
The tension between the two could be cut with a butter knife, to say the least.
"Well I'm going shooting with Wyatt tomorow, so I should probably get to sleep." Lamar says.
Being that it's 3:15 am, Lamar disconnects from the call and slumps back into his chair, letting out a mewl.
A mewl? Well, if you didnt already know, Lamar is a catboi. Yep. Ears and all. of course only he knows this, but sometimes he lets it slip.
"Lamar is totally a catboi" says Quinn, one of his homies. He's suprised that they figured out so quickly, he thought he was hiding it well. He laughs in response
"Lamar, what color would your cat ears be?" says Alyssa, another homie. Lamar looks at his reflection in his moniter, gazing directly at his cat ears, sticking up past his hair.
"why?" he says, trying to hide the panic in his voice.
"I'm drawing you as a catboi, duh" Alyssa says in response. Everyone erupts into laughter and Lamar joins in to hide the fact that he was a scaredy cat (hehe).
He stops thinking about himself, and starts to realize something. He loved his homies, platonically of course. But tomorow would be different, he thinks. He's never hung out with Wyatt alone before. Lamar feels the heat rising in his cheeks, just from thinking about him. He quickly shakes his head to clear it, and walks towards his bathroom.
After closing the door and dealing with his business, he puts his palms on the cold countertop and stares into the mirror. What has gotten into him recently? Getting all flustered over a guy is not like him. Sure, he has teased and joked with other guys before, but was he joking this time? He couldn't tell.
He arches his back to crack it, and some of his overgrown hair falls into his face. He thinks of how Wyatt would yank his hair back whilst thrusting into him.
Woh there. Lamar did not mean to think that.
He turns on the faucet and splashes his face with the cold water, and uses the rest to slick back his hair, making his cat ears sproing up. He leaves the bathroom with more questions then he entered with.
He lays back in his bed and cuddles and pirrs up close to his body pillow, throwing a leg over it in a humping position. Lamar closes his eyes, stilling thinking of Wyatt, as he slowly slips into unconciousness.
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thats chapter 1 bitches
