Page 20 of A Totally Platonic Thing
I managed to get off the bed and into the bathroom with the throw blanket still in place and sort myself out. I avoided looking in the mirror, but the glimpse I caught showed me red cheeks and too-bright, slightly red-rimmed eyes.
Lucas went in after me without comment, and I carefully didnotlisten near the bathroom door while he spent five minutes in there.
We ate our pizza. We watched two episodes of the show, even though it wasn’t very good. Maybe because it wasn’t very good, since mocking it together was way more fun than watching it normally would’ve been.
And we didn’t talk about it.
But after that, it turned into…a thing.
The porn thing.
Sometimes we’d watch a normal movie or show together, and then we’d exchange a look, and one of us would navigate to a porn site of his choosing without comment. We’d watch for a while, trade off to a video the other one picked, and then go do our thing separately.
Some nights we’d both be in bed doing our thing already, and Lucas would raise his eyebrows and scoot over on his bed a few inches to make room for me, and I’d go join him, and we’d either trade off or each watch our own side by side for a while.
And it was so much better than doing it alone. I got used to having Lucas’s body next to mine while my cock got hard and I clenched the muscles of my ass, wishing I had something big and thick inside me. I’d been comfortable around him, physically and emotionally, since the very first day we’d met. I mean, I’d moved in with him the very first day we’d met, so I’d better have felt that way. But he’d brought me food, and given me his jacket, and smiled and listened to my crazy bullshit about Sebastian and my shitty roommates, and he’d been…perfect. So having him nearby was already soothing. Lucas ran warmer than I did, partly because he was bigger, maybe? And having him pressed up next to me, all big and cozy and strong and calm, made it easier to relax into a slower-build kind of arousal than I could usually manage on my own.
I liked to make it last, and having it last with Lucas there made it even better, since I trusted him so much and felt so safe with him.
He seemed to like it too. If he hadn’t, he’d have stopped doing it, right? And he never complained when I snuggled up to him while we watched our movie, or when I stayed that way when one of us turned on something more X-rated. Some nights we were both so worn out from long days of classes and not enough sleep that we passed out together without ever even getting up to jerk off.
No matter how we ended up sitting together in his bed, after that first night I was really, really careful with my choice of what to watch together when it was my turn to pick. Nothing with tall blond tops. I kept it as vanilla as anal sex could possibly be, with no spanking or anyone being tied up or held down, and absolutely no choking or breathplay. Sometimes I just went for something with no anal sex at all, hot guys trading blowjobs or frotting, all sexy and passionate. I liked that too, but it wasn’t as likely to make me come in my pants like a teenager.
And maybe I didn’t want Lucas to figure out what I was really into. He might not be grossed out by two guys fucking, but he might very well be grossed out byhowI liked to watch them fuck. He might figure out how I wanted to be fucked, and that would make me want to sink through the floor.
Lucas’s picks were all over the map, so I could never get a handle on what he truly liked. Curvy girls, slim girls, big and small breasts and everything in between, girls with tattoos, girl-next-door girls. A lot of the guys were tall and blond, but I already knew Lucas preferred that. And so did I, so I never complained. Besides, he already knew my corresponding dirty little secret, so most of my picks had at least one twinky brunet.
Bottom line, so to speak, the porn thing was a thing.
A totally platonic thing, obviously, because we were roommates and Lucas was straight. But a thing all the same.
And so when we settled down to watch a normal movie, I always had it in the back of my mind, the possibility that we’d move on to something else once the credits rolled.
I had no idea what Lucas thought about it, because we hadn’t discussed it.
But I wondered, although I never asked.
Asking might have ruined it. And it was by far the nicest part of my week, or it had been before we’d both gotten sidetracked with our stupid, awful exes and my stupid nights out and his stupid, way-too-heavy workload.
Maybe Lucas and I could get back on an even keel, now that we’d had our talk, now that I’d cried in his lap like a dumbass and he’d held me and comforted me, like the knight in shining armor he always denied being.
So I waited for Lucas to come out of the bathroom all washed up and refreshed, and I got his Romano’s sandwich out of the fridge and plated it up nicely with some potato chips on the side, partly because he deserved it and partly to be a cheeky bastard. I got us a glass of ice water.
And then I perched on his bed and cued up a movie I’d been meaning to see, something with a tall, blond, muscular star, because who cared about the writing if I had eye candy, and Lucas had said he was going to sleep anyway.
And maybe, just maybe, he’d stay awake long enough for a little more movie after the movie.
I’d missed him lately.
A cozy, quiet Friday night with Lucas was all I really needed, and everything would be better.
Chapter Five
Lucas
Chris had already set everything up on my bed by the time I got cleaned up and changed into a t-shirt and an old pair of gym shorts, and I slid into the other side and put my sandwich plate on my lap. He had his laptop already on his own lap and a glass of water for us to share on my nightstand, since I couldn’t reach if he got me my own anyway. As I settled in, he pressed play, and some action movie that’d come out last year started up. Fine by me. I was going to pass out as soon as I finished my food, and then Chris would need to tell me what I’d missed tomorrow over Saturday morning coffee.
I scarfed my dinner like a ravenous beast while the hero of the movie lost his girlfriend to a terrorist attack—but no worries, because she’d been cheating on him anyway. The absolute stupidity of that made me crack up and nearly spit out a mouthful of sandwich, and Chris nudged me with his arm and chuckled along with me.
