JUST FRIENDS

o7

Maze was trying to keep a respectable distance between her and Blu for the sake of her boyfriend's temper but she wouldn't say that boundaries were her strongpoint. Thank God the clip from the club was in the middle of her performance because Shebazz knew exactly what her orgasms looked like, dark red lighting and destabilized camera be damned.

As for that little debacle, she'd blame it on the heat of the moment, she was so focused on making Blu a horny mess that the joke ended up being on her. That was Maze, pole dancing on thin ice but this time she fell in.

Accidents happened.

After her less than satisfactory early morning discussions, the gym was calling her name, loudly. She was changing into her sports bra and matching leggings when she heard the rapping of Blu's knuckles on her door. Maze prompted him to enter once she adjusted her outfit, surprised to find him dressed for the day with his hair freshly washed.

"Up early?"

"Yeah, for that interview, remember? I'm trying to get into the-"

"Upcoming 3D art exhibit to debut your latest ceramics. You're finally looking to feature those insane plates that I'm obsessed with, how could I forget?"

Blu laughed. "Exactly that. So you do listen to me." He raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Hm, sometimes...I like this look," she unfastened his tie and smoothed the collar to his button-up out, "but it's good to leave some things undone so it doesn't look like you're trying too hard."

"What would I do without you? While you're at it, can you braid my hair?"

She paused.

Yes, she could, yes she normally would, however the thought of Blu's head between her knees hadn't quite lost its charm. Especially when he looked so studious. She bit the inside of her cheek.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." She was mentally smacking her forehead over her rushed response.

"Still thinking about last night, huh?"

Oh, god this was too soon. She scrunched up her nose.

"Don't make that look now, what happened was your fault. Now I can't get close to you in a completely platonic way without your mind falling in the gutter." He tsked.

"Shut up."

"Alright, alright. But only because I really need you to braid my hair. Will you?"

"You know I will. Just lemme grab my gel and I'll be out in a second."

In front of the bathroom mirror, she watched herself with squinted eyes. "Okay, bitch. Reign all that back in because that's Blu out there and he's your bestie and you already have a boyfriend that is pissed at you. You went wayyy too far this time. You're in too deep, now you have to climb back out, capeesh?"

She gathered her rat tail comb and hair products before easing down on the couch behind Blu. Her fingers combed through his hair lightly to make sure no sections were still damp, as she admired his neat row of long eyelashes. They were always so perfect. When they were younger, she used to put mascara on him at their sleepovers and paint his nails blue like he was the ultimate toy. He never seemed to mind.

"Is this too tight?" She asked.

He hummed a no before chuckling, lost in a memory too.

"Aye, you remember the time when we had that water fight in your mom's old townhouse?"

"Where we completely ruined her month-old shag carpets? Ouu, she was convinced you were the worst influence on me, out to fatten me up through pineapple rice and taro fries. You were my only access to fruity pebbles."