Irresistible Compulsions

||Chp. Fifteen|| Sexual Innuendos & Dirty Jokes

Work came and went without too many issues.

We were fully staffed for the first night in a while which was a welcomed surprise. It meant we were able to get all the rounds smashed out at the start of our shift, spending a lot of downtime catching up on patient documentation.

It was nice not to be overworked but every time the buzzers went quiet my mind had time to wander. The car ride home with Dylan replaying in my head on repeat.

I was annoyed that I couldn't let it go. Even more annoyed that his words stung as much as they did.

I'm not entirely sure what's pissed me off more, the things he said or the fact that none of it was untrue.

He wasn't lying, us hooking up would be wrong on so many levels.

To start with, I've seen that bloke hook up with more chicks than I can count, none of his flings lasting longer than a couple weeks max before he moves onto the next one. There's also the fact that I've literally known him since I was still in nappies, to ruin the relationship we share would be a really shitty thing to do and would more than likely lead to a lot of regret. Most importantly though, I think the betrayal would crush Jake more than anything.

As soon as we all hit puberty, the sexual innuendos and dirty jokes started getting thrown around. Jake was quick to pick up on this, following it up with violent threats that usually involved the extraction of Dylan's manhood. At first it was clear the jokes got on his nerves but he came around to their light hearted nature, taking them for what they are and letting it slide. The most you got out of him these days was a 'that's my sister fuck head.' and a playful punch in the guts.

As a late bloomer, I know for a fact they were empty words coming from a hormonal teenage boy who thought it was funny to get on my nerves while also winding up his best mate in the process. Hell, my boobs didn't come in 'til tenth grade and I suffered with cystic acne for the better half of my teenage years.

Now though? The innuendos definitely felt less hollow. Almost certainly fuelled by suppressed desire. But as Dylan said, the banter between us has always been one thing but acting on it would cross a line we couldn't ever come back from.

I don't know what came over us the night of our camping trip but after this afternoon's discussion I'm certain it won't happen again.

Whether I want it to or not is another question.

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A/N: Something about this chapter doesn't flow.

I'm not overly pleased with it so I might come back to rewrite it.