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12. But That's No Fun Is It?

If I said I didn't cum on my own fingers to the memory of Brian looking up at me from in between my legs, with his fingers still inside me, I'd be lying.

I didn't know what this thing between be and Brian was. It obviously wasn't a relationship, it was way too soon and I knew that but it didn't really feel like just a sexual thing.

I mean I hadn't even actually admitted to myself that I liked him as much as I do. Now that I'm really thinking about it I think I was trying to convince myself I didn't have a crush on him to avoid any possible chance of rejection or embarrassment.

Whatever this thing is that me and Brian have, I'm happy just to go along with it and see what happens I guess. I mean as long as it's not purely just a sexual thing then I'm alright with it and I can be sure it's not. He was hugging me and kissing me in a non sexual way and complimenting me, completely unprovoked. As much as Brian seems the type, no one who just wanted someone to fuck around with would go out of their way to do things like that.

The next day I was sort of hoping for a call or at least a text off of Brian, but nothing. I checked my phone at least once an hour,  waiting for something off of him, anything. I even took my phone off of silent at work which is against the rules but all that came through were reminders and random app notifications.

The next day went the same. I wasn't working so it gave me more time to be checking my phone but toward the end of the day I got over it and gave up on bothering to check.

I got woken up by the sound of my phone ringing way too loudly. I didn't bother opening my eyes, I just screwed up my face from the irritation of being awake and mindlessly swiped across my phone to answer the call before putting it to my ear and sighing.

'Hello?' I said with a sleepy huff.

'Hi.'

I could almost hear the smile in Brian's tone.

'What-What time is it?'

'Uhhh....2:18'

'Brian why the fuck are you calling me at 2:18 in the morning?' I said now, more awake and even more annoyed.

'Come over.'

'What? No. It's so fucking late. Go to bed.' I mumbled while pulling the blanket over me more and closing my eyes again.

'Please.'

'No. I don't like driving at night anyway.'

'I'll come over to yours then.'

'Well that's not fucking happening.' I scoffed while opening my eyes again.

'Then I'll pick you up.'

'Bri you've had two days to call me, why now at fucking 2 in the morning?'

'Because I miss you.' He mumbled quietly.

'You miss me as in you miss me or you miss me as in your horny?'

'W-What? No, I miss you as in I miss you. I'm not just doing this....thing for...that. I just wanted to play COD and sit around with you again. Please. I'll pick you up and drop you off, swear.'

I went silent for a second, weighing my options. My dad would be livid if he knew I was leaving the house this late. Especially since he was still mad about the other night and my bed is so warm. But to be fair, Brian's is warmer.

'Okay. Fine, I'll come over. But you don't need to pick me up, I'll just drive. I need something to wake me up more anyways.'

'Fuck yeah, I'll leave the door unlocked for you. Apartment 215 yeah?'