Calls past midnight

A Late Night Scolding - Net James

Net had just parked his Audi in the driveway and was headed up to his room to decompress. The event was over at four but he ended up getting back at ten at night and yet that felt so early. The fan meet's food still lingering in his belly and his face tired from emoting all day. Net just wanted to lay on his bed and zone out.

After a quick shower and barely toweling his hair dry, he was clean and on his bed trying to zone out and wind down. The exhaustion took over his body but his mind was speeding. And Net was allowing it. His train of thought going down alleyways and avenues that he ignored during the day.

Fuck. This is how it was going to be.

He turned on Netflix and tried to watch but he didn't pay attention and soon he knew it the credits were rolling on episode 2. Two hours staring straight at a screen but not looking.

James was at it again.

The asshole had to know right? I mean HE HAD TO. Sure on the drive back to James' condo he was back to his deadpan but chatty self. Nothing much to say but not really trying to fill up the air with excess talk. Just relaxed and chill, letting the talk about the event unfold.

Net for his part interjected with the right amount of "Hmm?" and "Oh yeah" enough that James didn't side-eye.

Well anymore than usual.

BUT Net was sure today. There was no doubt about it. James fucking loved being a straight up cock-tease on stage.

There was no other way to put it. Dancing out of Net's waist grab but minutes later snuggling back into him. His hands resting on Net's chest if he said something even slightly funny.

ON FUCKING STAGE. James kept smiling and the fans were screaming for their interactions, but Net could hear the blood pumping in his brain. On the stage Net was just a wind up toy and James kept turning up the gears.

And it's not like James could laugh it off as being clueless. No not James. His razor sharp mind and soft hands played for a risky game. James Su knew what he was upto.

Net was no longer exhausted. Not that he was in the first place, just he was trying to ignore what his mind was telling him.

He picked up his phone and looked at the time. 1:30am.

Screw it.

He dialed #1 in his favorites. 

"....Uhhhh yeah? What the fuck Net?" James groggily said as insult more than answering the phone.

Ouch stinging. Net should've expected that.

"Speak up.... it's one" He paused and let out an annoyed sigh, "fucking thirty at night and I'm trying not to look like death tomorrow."

Net dragged a hand down his face and let out a slight laugh. Got him there. What was he even expecting? He made the call so now he has to own up to it.

"You have anything better to do at 1:30? Jacking off to anime again?" Net said. The smart mouth saying the opposite of what Net was thinking.

A long exasperated sigh came from other end. "...I am hanging up right now asshole."

"Wait!" Net was grasping at straws and somehow James's exasperation keyed him up more. "Scold me a little will you?"

"The fuck..." James quickly replied. But then let out a little laugh. "You were definitely kicked in the head by a dog when you were young. Scold you?"

"Yeah. You got me there. So....?"