disorder - klaine au

02

(BLAINE'S POV)

After school ends, it's the same old shit.

I go home, find out that Sebastian can't hang out — he never can these days, then I finish my homework.

I play a bit of video games, eat something extremely bad for my health, and get finished with my history essay at around twelve in the morning due to slacking off and waiting until the last minute. But hey, at least I did it, right?

I do all of my bathroom business and then get into bed. As I lay there, I feel like there's something I forgot to do. Something important but I can't quite put my finger on it.

So I masturbate instead.

When in doubt, always masturbate.

I'm literally about to release when I realize what the important thing was — I don't know how I remembered I needed to do a little research on my project, but I figure it might have to do with my fingers being wrapped around my genital region. So I kind of did, in a sense, put my finger on it.

So I stop, reluctantly reach my hand out from under my pants, and grab my phone off of the nightstand.

It's about one thirty in the morning right now and my eyes are about to slide right of my head as I get ready to search. The screen lights up with all of these pages on the disorder and I sit up a little to hunch over the screen, trying to process it all.

"Persistent genital arousal disorder, (PGAD), originally called persistent sexual arousal syndrome — and also known as Restless Genital Syndrome (RGS)."

Wiki is totally fucking with me, right? This can't be it.

"Results in a spontaneous, persistent, and uncontrollable genital arousal. Orgasms can sometimes provide temporary relief, but within hours the symptoms return."

So -- constantly horny? What's so bad about that?

"Failure or refusal to relieve the symptoms often results in waves of spontaneous orgasms in women and ejaculation in men."

Oh.

I put my phone back on the nightstand when I've had my fill of reading about orgasms, and lay in bed awkwardly, kind of shocked that there is such a strange disorder. I think about how I'll approach that Kyle kid. I think that's his name?

In a couple of minutes though, my heave eyelids fall shut and I allow sleep to consume me. It swallows up the thoughts of the project, what's-his-name, and also my boner that I decided to leave unfinished. It was melting down anyway, with the thoughts that I'd have to talk to this random-spasming, constantly-coming freak of nature; all for some dumb project.

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ahhhhh!! chapter two. i hope you guys are liking it so far. i just want to make it clear that the facts i'm getting about this disorder are coming from the internet so if anything is wrong feel free to let me know! keep voting and reading angels.