Bed Buddies

Wind

~Noah~

I walked through the playground, collecting the children after their play break was over, queuing them up and taking them back to their classroom.

The breeze blew softly, blowing my hair away from my face, making me smile.

Despite common belief that the warm sunshine makes a pleasant day, it is the soft wind caressing my skin that makes me say that the day is good.

It seems to take the negativities out of my mind, making me focus on my inner self, my inner wants and at the same time, provides a sort of connection between people- touching everyone wherever it went.

It felt like someone's soft fingers brushing my hair. Even after putting on a heartless façade, I knew deep down that I longed for that.

~Ian~

I was walking back home from class.

It felt good how the wind touched my skin, sending tingles down my body, similar to the ones I experienced last night while imagining him touching me.

As soon as I had seen a newcomer, I clicked 'interested'. It always feels better to play with someone innocent and teach him dirty things, if he wants to be taught that is.

The guy, Noah, was clearly an amateur. He didn't question or object anything, allowing me to run wild with my imagination and gave me the best release I had had in a while.

Talking to him felt good, like I could talk and flirt with him for hours. But one specific part of me was pushing me further to turn a little dirty, and so I did and had one of the best conversations I had ever had on that site. Even better than the ones with Forest.

I was going to talk to him this night too. And I was very happy about it.

Atleast I wouldn't have to change my routine now.

When I reached home I saw mom's car already there. I frowned and then relaxed, realizing that it was a Friday and it's a half-working day for her.

I went inside and into the living room where mom was watching tv, munching on granola bars. She only did that to take her mind off things.

I flopped down next to her on the couch.

"Hey baby," she greeted without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Hey mom," I sighed in relaxation and put my head on her shoulder.

"When are you deciding to get a guy, or a girl, whoever?" She asked nonchalantly and I clicked my tongue.

"Not anytime soon." I replied.

My parents were totally okay with the fact that I was bisexual, unlike some fat heads that aren't.

"Andrew called today." she said casually, but I sat upright as soon as I heard the name.

"What for?" I asked, getting frustrated. I was in a good mood till then, but of course, he would have to ruin it.

"He wants to see you." She said, now facing me, trying to mask the hurt in her eyes with a shrug.

"I don't want to see him." I scoffed, "Who's he to pop up anytime he wants? He decided to cut all connections two months ago."

"He apparently wants to 'get closer to his only son'. " she said using air quotes.

"He's not my father anymore, mom. Tell him I don't want to be close to him and tell him not to call again."

She sighed.
"It's no harm seeing him once, Ian. He sounded pretty desperate."

"I know you feel for him mom, but I don't anymore. I hate the man."

"Just try once? What if it is something important?"

"What could he possibly say? 'I love you my son, even though I left you and didnt give a damn about how you'd feel'?" I was practically shouting now.

I saw my mother's almost crying face. I hated the fact that she was still so much in love with him even after he cheated on her.

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Fine. I'll go. Only for you. And just once." I said and she nodded with a little smile, then beckoned me to hug her.

We sat hugging for a while, during which I almost cried reminiscing my childhood memories with my parents. One can never tell when life will take a drastic turn and everything will be scattered.

"I'll go make dinner," my mother said as she withdrew from my hug and went to the kitchen.

I went to my room and as soon as I did, my brain began chanting one name- Noah.

I smiled and then realizing how sick it was to keep thinking about a person you just met once on a role play site, rolled eyes at my self and went for a shower.

At night, just like I had planned earlier, I logged into the site about the same time I did the previous night.

I opened up our last conversation and went to his profile. He was offline.

I began reading our previous chat which didn't fail to turn me on again and I got so engrossed that when a new message popped up, I got a little startled.

I beamed seeing him online.

'Hey' The message read.

'Hi how's your day been?' I texted, surprising my own self at being so polite.

'It was great! What about you?'

'Mine too'

'Do you mind if I ask you how old you are?'

I chuckled. Everyone on these kind of sites hide their real self, but I see no point. I had nothing to be ashamed of.

'I'm 20'

'I'm 23'

My sub was elder than me and that was another reason why he turned me on so much.

The conversation was heading the personal way, and because that wasn't something I sought, I steered it into a different direction.

'Do you have any roles in mind today?' I texted.

'I'd love to do anything you ask me to, sir'

A gust of wind seemed to break through the window of my room, making me shiver. I smirked in response.

Just what I wanted.

A/N: Okay so this wasn't that good of a chapter.

But I'll try to do better in the next one! Hope to see you guys soon. x