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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~ Mikael ~
He's such a fucking jerk. I can hear him in the bathroom very fucking well. The walls aren't exactly sound-proof. This is an apartment building for heaven's sake. But of course he knows that. I'm tempted to go in and turn on the hot tap, so he's stuck in a cold shower—that should calm him down—but that would mean I'd have to enter the room he's in. And he also knows that.
I quickly undress myself with the intention of putting sleeping clothes on, but I lay down in my bed—I should just cover my ears with the pillow! But it's too fucking thin. Ugh. I can still hear every moan that leaves his mouth.
För i helvete!
I press the pillow to my head even harder, even though it's not helping at all. He's not exactly helping me figure out whatever the hell's going on, either. I can't say I'm straight after everything that's happened, can I? After what's happening to me right now as I'm involuntarily listening to Elija pleasuring himself, like the fucking maniac he is. Or maybe he's making it clearer... I don't know anymore.
When he finally finishes, I sit up straight, angrily throwing the covers off me, and wait for him to come out. When he does, I don't allow myself to look at his bare body again and storm to the bathroom door, but not before muttering, "Fuck you," to him as I pass him, which makes him laugh, of course. Still a fucking jerk.
I turn the tap of the shower to cold and try not to think of anything that just occurred, but it doesn't help that the shower still smells of Elija and the shampoo he always uses, and that I can hear him whistling to himself while he's doing... whatever it is he's doing. Everything I can hear, see or smell that makes me think of Elija reminds me of the funny little performance he just did in here.
Okay, fine, I definitely can't call myself straight anymore now.
"I hate you!" I call out to him.
"Love you too!" he calls back, shutting me up again.
Right... he's in love with me. My best friend, Elija Grimes, is in love with me. 'If I ever tell that guy I'm in love with him, you'll be the first to know, okay?' What a fucking joke.
What the hell do I do with this?! Sure, I'm turned on by him, I just have to look down right now to know that—can't question a man's penis, after all—but do I have feelings him? I really don't know. It's hard to tell, because I love him with all my heart, have done so since we were kindergartners. It's impossible to tell that and romantic feelings apart. He's family, no matter what.
I wash my hair once I've calmed down again, and when I'm stepping out of the shower, I realize I forgot to take new clothes into the bathroom. What the hell. I'll just walk out of the room completely naked. He did it to me as well, so right back at ya, asshole.
