Crash

Secret Stash

A/N: MEERRRYYYYY CHWUEHUE :'D I'm so sorry this is a short preview, but its sorta the reason why the title is Secret Stash. Oh, but this is...kinda a bad representation of the 4k words that is the actual chapter ;-; I'm so sorry. AH IM SO SORRY ;----;;;;;;; but I hope you'll have a great Christmas ahead. I'll be updating Beyond Love soon!

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"Uh," the warning lights in my head went off. "Okay, just so you know, I don't actually...I mean. I might be interested in men but like, I'm not, you know, some sexually-active-pole-dancer-impressing-other males-machine okay?" I turned to see that he was wandering around my living room. "What are you doing?"

"Checking out your place," he looked around. "Mind if I see your room?"

"It's the one on the right," I pointed, switching on the lights for him. "It's nothing much, so..."

I was about to turn away and prepare the two cups of instant noodles that I'd bought for supper when a very strange, sort of stifled laughter came from my room. "Ace...haha, what the fuck?"

Blake emerged from my room with a magazine.

It was the magazine that I had purchased at the store with Chip the other day—the one with the threesome and free butt plug.

My superior pointed to the words at the bottom that was illustrated by an accurate diagram that looked exactly like the toy he had seen in my bag the other day. "So this was where that butt plug came from? It's a free gift from a porn mag?"

I felt my face burn like the holy-banana-sun as I reached out to hide the magazine but Blake pulled back reflexively.

"Answer my question Ace," he looked thoroughly amused with the situation and wasn't even giving me a chance. "You read this?"

"No I. Oh God, you weren't supposed to see that. Blake, please put it back."

"Sure," he dropped it on my bed. "There."

It was on my bed?! How did it even get—oh. Oh. I needed a plastic bag this morning, and grabbed the first one I saw. Naturally, I left the contents unattended, and forgot all about it.

"Shouldn't this be like, under your bed or something? What if your sister sees it?"

"Just pretend you never saw it," I replied stiffly, going back to the kitchen to see that the water was already boiled. As casually as possible, I began to rip the plastic off the cup noodles.

"I didn't know you were into threes."

"Why would I tell you?" I snapped quietly. "And I'm not, for the matter, into. That sort of thing. Just...just curious."

"I'm sure you're under-aged for that kind of stuff," he laughed, returning to the sofa after his apparent short adventure. "It's rated twenty-one."

Which is the whole reason why I was curious! "Really, just. Just pretend that never happened. I mean, what would you do if Xander saw, like, your...stash."

"What?"

"Like. You know, your secret stash," I set the cup noodles on the coffee table and retreated to my corner of the sofa, cradling my knees protectively. "It's...it's a private thing, isn't it? No one wants other people to see what they...well...uh...find pleasure in, um, seeing."

Blake snorted. "Xander wouldn't give a fuck if he saw my porn—all he cares about is Chip Honeycutt...and criticizing the DVD like the self-proclaimed expert he is."

"So," I sipped my apple juice quietly. "You have a type or something?"

"Not exactly," he shrugged. "I...don't really think of it that way."

I removed the lid to check the state of the noodles, mixing them a little before covering it for a while longer. "Oh. You're a romantic?"

"Mm. Maybe."

He didn't seem very keen on the topic up till then, so I decided to ask him what to expect for the company trip instead. Blake laughed, taking the other corner of the sofa while I passed him a spare cushion in the shape of a banana.

"Don't. Just don't even expect anything," he took the glass of apple juice from me and downed half of it. "Oh, and remember to bring your swimsuit. It's not a speedo, is it?" He smirked from behind the glass.