In Your Dreams, Creep // L.S.

One

Louis has pored over one-too-many spreadsheets, apparently. He's both stressed enough to snap and exhausted enough to pass out. He just wants to get home, get into a warm bath and have his fuck buddy come over and give him a stellar blowjob.

Fortunately, he's only got about twenty minutes left of work. Then he can rush home to fuck Finn, his booty call. No one at work knows he's gay. He's not ashamed, per se. More like private. He just doesn't think it's any of their business.

Louis checks his email absentmindedly, sifting through the daily memos from H.R. about sexual harassment and appropriate dress, none of which apply to him. It's all because of this rat in the management division, Jason. He's a snake in the grass. He's always preying on young employees, and when they spurn his advances, he pretty much destroys their career at the company. Louis wants to punch him in the face, amongst other places.

Louis dicks around on his computer, pretending to be busy, just hoping to kill time until he can leave. He's completely spent.

Soon enough, it's time for him to leave, and he thanks Jesus personally. He clocks out and pulls out his mobile on his way to his car. He tries to remember Finn's number, but it escapes him. He doesn't realise that since he's already texted Finn, he's in his messages. Louis curses himself for being so terrible at phones. Computers are one thing, but mobile phones completely dumbfound him.

He finally remembers Finn's number, and unlocks his car, sliding into the front seat to compose his text.

To: Finn
Hey sexy. Want to come over to mine for some suckin and fuckin?

Good enough, he thinks. Finn is used to Louis' casual nature and doesn't mind him being technologically void. He starts the car, turning down the stereo that seemingly always plays ads, getting ready to pull out of the lot, when he gets a response.

From: Finn
What the fuck? Absolutely not. In your dreams, creep.

Well, that's unexpected. I wonder what I've done now, Louis thinks. He scratches his forehead, composing a quick text.

To: Finn
I'm sorry if I've done something to upset you. Give me a chance to make it right?

From: Finn
You're sorry? You're such a creep. Of course I won't give you a chance to make it right.

To: Finn
Please just tell me what I've done. I don't like people being cross with me.

From: Finn
You seriously can't think of anything? Are you kidding me? This is ridiculous.

To: Finn
No, I'm sorry. I don't know.

From: Finn
You're completely incorrigible. I don't even know who you are.

That's odd. What does he mean by that? Louis furrows his brows, shrugging.

To: Finn
Please just tell me. I want to make it right.

From: Finn
You can't just start a conversation with something like that. That's so crude and absolutely disgusting. You need to learn basic manners. How'd you even get my number anyway?

Wait, what? Is Finn having a dissociative episode or something? Louis is beyond confused. He decides to just let this whole situation stew while he drives home.