Sweet Dreams

Kael

The door to my apartment clicked shut behind me, and the quiet hit harder than it should have.

The drive home from Riven’s place had been too fucking long. Every red light gave my brain too much time to replay the way he’d looked when he finally came — wrecked, flushed, gripping my arm like he was scared I’d stop, moaning even while he tried to pretend he hated every second of it. My cock had stayed half-hard the whole way back, remembering how hot and slick he’d felt inside those ruined shorts.

I tossed my keys on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and dropped onto the edge of my bed. The towel I’d worn earlier from the shower was long gone, replaced by loose gray sweats that did nothing to hide the fact that thinking about Riven still had me interested.

I grabbed my phone.

Me: I got home already.

The reply came faster than I expected.

Riven: Who is this?

I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt. Of course he was going to play this game.

Me: Can you at least pretend to know?

Riven: I don’t know who this is, so how can I pretend to know? This number isn’t saved in my phone.

Me: You know who it is, Riven.

Riven: I wish.

Me: It’s me, Kael!

There was a pause. Then the bubbles appeared.

Riven: Oh wait, let me act surprised. Oh my goodness, Kael. Sorry I didn’t save your number. Let me save it now.

I snorted, leaning back against the headboard. Little shit.

Another message popped up instantly.

Riven: But seriously, how did you get my number? Because I can promise we never had our contacts saved in our phones.

Me: Got it from my sister.

Riven: Damn! Maybe I should really stay away from your sister. She got some nerves sharing my confidential phone number with someone I really dislike.

My jaw tightened. Dislike. Right. The same guy who’d been leaking all over my hand less than two hours ago was back to “I dislike you.” Oh yeah, wait… I dislike it too. So that’s a bit okay.

Me: Maybe I should be the one beating you up. Why do you guys have your numbers saved in the first place? I have warned you to stay away from my sister, haven’t I?

Riven: I have nothing more to say to you. Now, delete my number off your phone like it never existed, and I’ll do it also.

Me: Hey!

Riven: Don’t you dare.

Me: Or what?

The bubbles appeared, disappeared, and appeared again. I could practically see him sitting there, staring at his screen, cheeks probably still flushed from earlier, trying to decide how far he wanted to push this.

I typed it before I could second-guess myself.

Me: Or I might just fuck you in the ass when we meet.

The typing bubbles popped up on his side. They danced for a long time — starting, stopping, deleting. He was clearly typing and erasing over and over. A slow grin spread across my face. Got him rattled.

But then, the bubbles disappeared. It seemed he had stopped typing anything at all. I sighed softly and rolled my eyes before typing.

Me: Can't say anything? Do you really want me fucking your ass when we meet?

I stared at the message. Then I read it again. Shit! I wish I could delete it, but he had seen it, and yeah, just like I thought… he’s certainly not responding.

Before I could settle on something, another message from him came through.

Riven: Goodnight, Kael. Just go away. And hell no, I am not letting you near me, let alone my ass. I am straight, a subtle reminder.

I laughed out loud, the sound low and rough in the quiet room. Straight. Sure. The guy who’d moaned my name while coming in his shorts was reminding me he was straight.

I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, thumbs flying over the screen.

Me: Subtle? Baby, you came so hard in my hand tonight I thought you were going to pass out. Your “straight” cock was throbbing like it never wanted me to stop. And now you’re telling me you don’t want me anywhere near that pretty ass?

I hit send, then immediately followed it up.

Me: Keep telling yourself that. But when we’re on the ice tomorrow or whenever the fuck we see each other next, I’m going to be thinking about how tight you’re gonna feel wrapped around me. How you’re going to try to stay quiet and fail. How you’re going to grip onto me again like you did tonight.

The bubbles appeared almost instantly this time. Then stopped. Then started again.

I waited, heart beating a little harder than it should have for a stupid text argument.

Riven: Delete my number, Kael.

Me: Make me.

Riven: I’m blocking you.

Me: You won’t.

Riven: About today, nobody will hear of this.

Me: Whatever you say.

Riven: I am serious. If you tell people, they would start questioning my sexuality. Everyone knows I am into girls.

I wanted to type, "You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your sexuality," but I guess I have such a whimsical attitude after all.

“Yeah, say that to the wall. It would listen,” I typed, smirking at the screen even though I knew he wouldn’t appreciate it.

Riven: Oh fuck you.

Me: No, boy. I’ll be the one fucking you.

He left me on read.

The little blue ticks stared back at me like a challenge. I waited a beat, then sent another.

Me: Hey!

Still nothing. Seen.

I typed again, thumb moving faster than my brain.

Me: You're really leaving me on seen now, are you?

Seen again. No reply.

Another long pause; I couldn't hold it anymore. 

Me: Are you really ignoring me?

Riven: Goodnight Kael.

I smirked at the screen, my thumb hovering.

Me: Sweet dreams, straight boy. Dream about my cock instead of pretending you don’t want it.