Behind Closed Doors

Chapter One

     Late summer afternoons are some of the most memorable times, regardless of what you do. In the house, outside, in a restaurant, or playing video games.

For a certain individual named Mr. Handjob, his best afternoons are spent on his computer, whether it is streaming, editing, or just chatting with his closest friends. On a non-specific day in summer, Handjob decides that after he wakes up, he will get on his computer to talk to his internet crush, PontiffSuel. 

   Starting with the moment he opens his eyes, he stretches out his arms and legs, his bones making a subtle cracking noise as he does so. The afternoon breeze blows through his window which piques his interest and leads to him walk over to the window. To his surprise, it is not daytime. The soft autumn-colored sky illuminates his soft pale skin and makes his eyes light up with pure joy. 

            Handjob drags his feet across the cold wood floor of his room, pulls out his chair from under his desk, and plops down in it. He gently pushes the on the button on his computer, causing the computer screen to illuminate his room in soft white light. The taps of his keyboard disrupt the silence of the room, along with the shuffling of his headset sliding on his head.

The Discord startup noise rings through his ears, catching his attention on his second monitor, and sees a red notification under a profile picture resembling the love of his life. His heart flutterers at the idea of Pontiff wanting to talk to him, making his face turn a soft red rosy color. He shakily moves his cursor over the picture, and clicks it, making his body feel all warm inside.

Click Click Click.  . . . . 

"Ponti...do you wanna play games~?"

"I thought you'd never ask, cutie<3"

        His heart rate speeds up as he clicks on the call button, the Discord call sound alerting Pontiff. Handjob takes a deep breath as Ponti accepts his call, and exhales his breath which seems to sound similar to a sigh. 

  "Handjob? What was that noise?"

    He quickly blurts out an answer, "I-it was my cat! Yeah! Sushi sniffed my mic. T-that's all."

       Pontiff shrugs it off and clicks on the Counter Strike Global Offensive application on his desktop, smugly smirking as he hears Handjob let out a small excited squeak. Handjob follows suit by pressing on his game launcher, and the screen goes dark, the darkness in his room becoming more adamant. After a couple of seconds, the screen goes back to normal, being bright as fuck.

    "Can you carry me? I'm kinda bad at this game...I need you, Pontiff."

    Pontiff scoffs cockily, "I know you need me, mi amor."

      Handjob rolls his eyes sarcastically and hits the bright green ready button, throwing them into the match-making pool.

"You need to stop acting so stupid..like honestly. He doesn't like you at all, you just-"

Beep...Beep...Beep

         "Bro you there? We have a match ready for us. Just click the button already love."

The loud beeping of the match queue pulls Handjob out of his thoughts, and he swiftly hits accept, causing both of them to begin loading into their match on the popular CSGO map, Mirage.

...

"Shit bro, we suck"

"We don't suck, the other team just had their dicks out the entire time.

Pontiff chuckles at Handjob's joke, causing Handjob to blush and slowly fall in love with his laugh.

"I need to piss brb."

Pontiff puts his headset down on his desk and walks out of his room. Handjob puts his head down on his desk, smiling widely like an idiot.

"I think I'm in love."

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 End of Chapter 1