Honey Lavender | Lee Felix ✿

Chapter 1

[felix]

I find myself on twitter scrolling through my generic feed filled with a variety of dancers and what not.

I sigh, stare at my phone, up at the ceiling, then back at my phone.

Im bored.

A sudden smicker forms inside my head, but my actual face stays neutral.

I suddenly feel the need to get off to something. Yeah, this sounds pretty typical and desperate. Me— Lee Felix, a 17 year old male who longs for pleasure. It's needless to say i'm a virgin.

That doesnt matter though.

I begin to type my explicit fantasies onto the search bar, but then stop midway. I hesitate.

Jesus fucking christ, Why does guilt always slap me. I think to myself before getting a phone call. My phone rings loud, startling me.

It's chris.

A bit flustered, I clear my throat and quickly slide the twitter tab out from my open apps as if it can be seen through the call.

I answer the phone.

"What?" I answer with clear frustration in my voice.

And note, i'm not frustrated to be talking to Chris, Im frustrated because he disrupted what seemed to be me finding it hard to jack off to something. It felt embarrassing. Frankly, I have no idea why. It just does.

And well, embarrassment leads me to frustration.

"Damn, what's up with you?" Chris says defensively, adding a chuckle along side his comment.

"It's nothing." I grumble under my breath. Chris begins to cackle, annoying me.

"What's so funny?!" I complain.

Chris finishes his little laughing montage. He then says something completely out of topic.

"So, who's the girl?" He questions in a "oooo" type of tone that people make to others when their crush is around.

What is this idiot talking about? Please, As if i've ever kept a girl in my life.

"What- a girl? what the fuck are you talking about?" I reply in defense. I made sure to deliver the word "fuck" deliberately to come off as serious.

Chris obviously didn't take it that way, though. He continued to tease and bother me about this so called girl. All up to the point that I decide to hang up.

Yeah, it's quite obvious that i'm sexually frustrated, But i'm not gonna tell chris that! Fuck no; that's personal shit.

I burry my head into my pillow, then look over at my phone again.

Fuck this guilt shit.

I grab my phone and continue to do what I was doing, only this time guilt did not hold me back.

But of course, it comes back to haunt me soon after my process of ejaculation.

Whatever.

...

Chris comes over to my house for the day; a few days after the girl phone call, of course.

I hope he shrugged it off. Yeah, he obviously had no speculation of my failed masturbation tendencies, but if I tell him my frustration was indeed not about a girl, then I won't live a day without him being nosy. He'll ask and ask, until I finally tell him.

I could lie, but that would make me feel guilty.

I know it sounds stupid, but well, Chris— better known as chan, is my best friend. It's been this way for years. We both share the similarity of being Australian as well, which makes us more buddy buddy, which also makes us both very admirable according to other people.