Ah, naughty naughty... Rob???
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I awake again, in my bed, still naked. Not having done anything but hide in my bedroom since yesterday morning.
A day has passed. Only about 674 more before Rob might even consider not killing me.
I roll onto my side, staring at the wall and sliding a hand over my stomach. As I trail my fingers lower, I begin thinking of Mike. His skin, his scent. A familiar tingle spreads throughout my body as a grip myself. Mike's jealous boyfriend and his skin.
He'd have to punish me in the only appropriate way. Fucking me senseless while poor Mikey watches, eyes wide. I wait, knowing he'll join. But only when Joe says.
And then there is Rob. Looking at me, with disgust all over his face. Disgust and disappointment.
How can he be so upset with me? I was unaware they were together. Sure, I may have thought they might be. But really this is Joe's fault. He never once mentioned the fact Mike was his boyfriend. Rob didn't either. I can't live my life based on assumptions. I'd never get laid.
The Rob in my head continues to stare at me, face unwavering. And the me in my head continues to beg him for forgiveness.
I know it was something I shouldn't have done. And yes, Rob was right. I didn't do much thinking other than how sexy I found Mike.
Then it hits me.
The guilt is too much when it interrupts masturbation. I have to do something about it. I get out of bed, needing to find Rob. As I enter the living room, I catch him as he's standing from the couch.
'Rob, I-' Squeak. I squeak, hurrying back to my room and shutting the door. I grab a pair of jeans on the floor, pulling them on. I'm about to attempt my apology again, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I run a hand over my short hair before tugging my jeans down so they hang low on my hips. Much better.
...
Oh thank god. The guilt hasn't consumed me so far I no longer care about my appearance.
I walk back out, and find Rob standing in the exact same spot. His eyes are huge, and his mouth hangs open slightly.
'Rob, I'm sorry.' He doesn't move, doesn't even blink. Good, I have him in shock. 'I'm not admitting guilt of any kind, except that I made you upset. And for that I'm sorry.'
He's blinking now, and he managed to shut his mouth.
'Oh, I'm also sorry about that, whole, naked thing a minute ago..'
Staring at Rob, I don't see much of anything. No hatred, no amusement, not even disappointment.
I don't think this could possibly be a good thing, as I begin to slowly back out the doorway.
Defeat washes over his whole being. His body slumps, frowning as he keeps his eyes on me. He runs a shaky hand through his hair, and I find myself stepping towards him again.
'Rob?' I question softly, wanting to wrap my arms around and tell him how sorry I am over and over until he forgives me.
'Brad. I. Joe and I... I had no right to say what I did to you.'
I'm now the one in shock. But unlike Rob, I handle it slightly different.
I'm approaching him quickly, raising my hands to roughly shove his chest. He stumbles back, and I point an accusing finger to him.
'You... You asshole! You fucking prick, you piece of shit, you stupid... Stupid asshole!'
Rob stares at me still, just begging for me to continue. I shove him again, and he doesn't even seem to care.
'Why?' Still stumbling from the last push, I shove him again and watch as he ungracefully falls to the floor. Not doing anything but watching me. I move, sitting on his stomach, crossing my arms tightly. 'Why?!'
'I don't know. He said he wanted to, I didn't say no. Things happened.'
That only fuels my anger more.
'So it's okay for you, but not me? You can fuck with a two year relationship, but not me? You're not even gay. We hate people like you!'
Rob blinks up to me, his face contorting. A side of his mouth twitches. The little prick is trying not to laugh at me. I sigh, and drop my head.
'We hate people like you?' I lift my head slightly to look at him as he speaks, and he has an eyebrow raised.
'Shut up. I'm mad at you, so what I said something stupid. I have the right.'
'This 'we' you speak of. Is that referring to the gay community?' Before he's even finished, his smirk is gone. I have my hands on either side of his head, face threateningly close to his.
'I said shut up.' I whisper to him, inching my face close to his. Wetting my lips slowly, I know I have him scared now. He's frozen beneath me, yet his eyes are still staring into mine. I could easily do so many things to him, and although he could just as easily push me away I can't help wonder if he would. Maybe Joe left him wanting more.
But that's the farthest thing from my mind. Really.
'Yes, 'we.' was referring to the gay community. And when 'we' revolt, you shall be the first to die.' I push myself up, getting off him and leaving the room.
Not much longer after I have settled onto my bed once again, Rob stands in my doorway. The moment I acknowledge him, he enters my room and joins me on the bed.
I refuse to be the first to say anything. Mainly because I don't have any clue where to start. And if I open my mouth now, I'll probably ask how good Joe was.
'... So. Was Joe any good?'
'I don't know.' He says, looking at me confused.
'How can you not know?' I ask, looking back to him confused.
'We just kind of fooled around... We didn't... Oh god, we didn't.'
I can't help but chuckle softly.
'Just fooled around, huh? Robbie touch his first cock?' He blinks slowly at me. 'Other than his own, I mean.'
He blushes, eyes finding mine. For the first time in our friendship, I actually see Rob resembling something close to innocence.
'I think I did.'
Something tells me not to press, and handle this topic with care. So I just let it drop all together. We sit in silence for awhile, before Rob speaks softly.
'I made a mistake.'
'I did too.' I say even softer. Three simple words hanging in the air. And I think for the first time, we both realize I'm admitting to it.
'Was he any good?' Rob asks, continuing our hushed tone.
'Amazing.'
