just a daydream | damon

six

SIMON
SONG: ED SHEERAN
COLD COFFEE

It was weird heading back to my house. My office was now spotless, thanks to my maid. I noticed that my Apple Mac was gone, probably being replaced or fixed. Throwing myself into the rotating leather chair, thoughts of last night wandered into my head. How David answered the door in his boxers and was completely comfortable about it. He acted like I'd seen him in his boxers a hundred times before. Maybe he was just confident of his body, but he didn't seem to mind walking round the house with barely any clothes on. He was acting like someone would in front of your loved one, not really caring what you look like.

There was something about the way I had held him last night that ignited something inside me. I liked the way our legs had tangled together, yet stayed comfortable. I liked how I could rest my chin into the crook of his neck as I hugged him from behind, despite him being taller than me. He was 6ft1, whereas I was 5ft7. He seemed completely content with being in bed with me, as well, almost as though he'd done it a hundred times before. A thought flashed into my mind: after seeing him at the strip club, maybe he had done it many times before... just not with me. For some reason this made me tense up, a jealous feeling making my blood boil. I don't normally get this worked up by my friends, but there was something about David that meant he was always on my mind, in a weird, subliminal way. Not always the front focus, but always floating around somewhere in the mess that it my head.

I decided to call Louis, my fellow X-Factor judge. He seemed like the right person to call at this time... he's a good listener, he knew David and I, and, well, he's gay. The dialling tone rang for a few seconds before the welsh man answered.

"Simon! Hey!"

"Hey, Lou Lou, how are you?" I asked, taking a hand through my hair and sighing quietly.

"Fine, how are you? I'm so sorry to hear about you and Lauren."

My heart tensed a little, before I answered,
"Me too. I'm honestly okay about it. It's not like we seriously settled down or anything. That's kind of the reason I'm calling you..."

"Oh, right. Why- What is that reason?"

"What's it like b-being gay?" I asked, stumbling over my last few words.

"Umm... good, I guess? That's such a weird question, I don't think I've been asked that before. In what context? Mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually?"

I tensed up again at the last word. I definitely wasn't feeling something sexual towards David. The only reason I was looking at him, clad only in boxers, that night was because I'd never seen him like that before. Right?

"N-Not sex. Like, how does it feel? In your head?" I spluttered, unable to control my thoughts and wishing I hadn't made this call.

"Cause if we're talking about the sexual side to it, let me tell you, men give so much better blow-"

"Louis." I cut him off in a warning tone. He silenced, clearly stifling a laugh. What he'd just said made images go through my mind that made my face turn bright red, the hairs on the back of my neck standing upwards.

"It's just like being with a girl, Simon. I've felt everything, from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth."

I groaned aloud. "Thanks for... whatever that was, Lou Lou, and I know you're gay and all... but do you have to quote Ed Sheeran?"