Elija Grimes sleeps with everyone he bumps into and even finds himself in bed with his three 'straight' friends. His actions have enormous consequences and it's questionable whether those are good or bad.
(Standalone)
Written: May 2016 - Jan 2017
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~ Elija ~
After that's done, I advise Gray to take a shower, because we made a mess of ourselves—ah, the good, old aftermath of sex. Disgusting. He nods with cheeks as red as a tomato, darting off to his own apartment within an instant, but not before checking the hallway for passersby. I also take a shower, realizing that... that was number three in less than twenty-four hours.
What is this, some kind of mating season?
I've secretly been wanting to get my hands on all of them for a very long time, but it would have never happened if they didn't ask for it. What a lucky man I am. I smile to myself as the warm water runs down my body, sore in all kinds of places.
I know I probably shouldn't have had sex with my best friends—all three of them, no less—because it could be very awkward later, not to mention problematic. But if they don't know it happened, I don't have to worry about anything, right? I just helped them to find themselves. Well, at least, I helped Gray and Seth. I'm not so sure why Mikky wanted it. I've always had my suspicions about Gray, and Seth didn't surprise me either, but Mikky? He's as straight as a... Let's see what original thing I can come up with, since everything's been used already.
As straight as a linear graph, then. I like math, sue me.
I don't blame Mikael for wanting to try, but I'm pretty sure he'll never bring it up ever again. He seemed utterly horrified when he walked out of that back room in the club. As long as he doesn't hate me for going along with it, I don't care. I'm just glad I got to have sex with him—
Yes, I know, I'm horrible. I'm pretty damn messed up. I'm an incredibly horny, unbelievably selfish prick, but oh well.
It's good my mother has no idea about it, because she would have whacked me in the head with her favorite frying pan until I blacked out many, many times already. Back in high school, I rarely came home with people, since I always went over instead, but when I did, I made sure to hide them from her view. She never came into my room, anyway, so she never noticed.
Now that I'm in college, away from home, I don't even need to hide it anymore. I just need to pretend to be the good boy she believes I am, whenever she forces me to come home, and she'll pat me on the head and smile proudly at me. I don't feel bad for lying to her, because it's my own decision how I choose to live my life. I don't care that she doesn't approve of it.
I love my life as it is. Great education, great friends and great sex. I wouldn't change it for a million dollars, because it's all I need.
When I'm wiping myself dry after my shower with the fluffy pillows Mikky and I had somehow managed to get for a discount years ago, I hear someone knocking on my door. Again. What is it this time? I've already done all my friends... I'm exhausted.
