Midnight Calls

"You really gotta work on your drinking problem bro."

"Chris, I know, maybe you can distract me from it though?" Josh bit the inside of his cheek, stomach fluttering with nervous butterflies.

"Oh? Well, there's many ways I may be able to distract you from it, but which way would you like most bro?" Josh could practically hear the smirk on Chris' lips. Imagine the way his breathing would start to increase, chest moving up and down with each intake, eyes slowly dilating. His cheeks pink in embarrassed determination. Josh cursed under his breath.

"Well Cochise, I'm glad you asked. We can do a variety of things. You, Yourself are a distraction to me. I can please you or you could please me. Either way, I'm getting my hands on you, spoiling your innocence."

Chris snorted a laugh in response to his "innocence".

"Then maybe I'll do you tonight, sound good bro? Do you want me? I can make you come undone like always, putty in my hands."

Josh resisted the urge to moan into his phone. God, how he missed Chris. They hadn't seen each other for almost three weeks since Josh started going to a new therapist.

"Certaintly, never heard anything better, well besides your moans that is. The sweet sounds I squeeze out of you as I ride you to the edge." Josh moaned biting his plump bottom lip.

"Oh No, your moans are certainly the best, I love it when you scream my name, face flushed and so vulnerable." Chris groaned.

"I can't help that I love the way you fuck me, leaves me wanting more even when I'm exhausted and pushed to the brink. You're like a drug all by yourself, so addicting, I might be hooked." Josh imagined Chris to be palming his growing erection.

"Oh, there's no might in that, we both know that you're definitely hooked."

Josh let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Well aren't I a deer caught in headlights, I can't hide anything from you can I Cochise? Be careful though, I might just have to eat you up, fall into my carnal instincts." As he said that Josh felt his one sharp incisor cut lightly into his lip. Even with the teeth filed down, they were still sharper than average. Copper flooded his mouth. He gulped it down quickly, tongue laving at the cut on his cheek.

"But I wouldn't mind that bro, I might like it more so than you think," Chris gasped into the other end of the phone, his breath raspy.

"Hmm, so you like the wendigo in me? It doesn't, bother you?" Josh asked, he'd asked it before but couldn't help repetitively bringing it up, he was self conscious and anxious.

"When has it ever? Hmm? You're my bro-digo." Chris laughed mockingly.

Josh rolled his eyes, mouth pulling together in a tight pout. The sexual tension dissipating.

"Bro-digo? You're killing me Chris. Killing me. This eye roll couldn't get any intenser." Josh teased.

"Oh, c'mon, it was funny!" Chris argued.

"See this isn't fair, anything you do I'll approve or agree with, you're my bro, more than my bro. My bro-mance."
Josh chortled lightly as he went along with the idiotic terms.

Chris paused indefinitely, a shaky breath left him.

"I love you Joshua."

"I love you too Chris-topher." He dragged out the last part of his name.

"Promise you won't leave me?" Chris whispered, eyes lidded in uncertainty.

Josh felt a pang of guilt. He had been gone for awhile. He figured Chris was lonely, but maybe it was worse than he thought.

"I promise Chris, I'm sorry."

"Just, just get over here man. I miss you and need you cuddling up to me asap." Another pause.

"I-" Josh sighed. "I won't leave if you won't. I need you Chris."

"I'll never leave, you're my life. I can't live without you." What Chris had said was true. Josh was his life now. He lived for him, to make sure he was okay. To love him and stand by his side, to be his best friend and lover, to be the only one left of the group willing to give him a shoulder to lean on.

"Never again." Chris whispered into the phone.

A single tear ran down Josh's cheek.

"Never."

There story was that of a tragedy. The only two left of ten to stay in contact after the horrible incident. With Josh in therapy and Chris on meds, they would work out their conditions together. Through tender kisses and loving embraces, they came to know one another more than they had in their lifetime of friendship. Heart to heart. Soul to soul. They would never let go of each other.

That's what became of two friends left to cope with the unsureal reality of life, the horrors of death, and the gripping fear of an uncontrollable illness, of both mind and body. All they had were each other and they'd never let the other go.