Page 44 of Patchwork
HERO: I’ve had worse…
HERO: It’s late. Are you on the road?
ONYX: Not exactly. There’s a wild party keeping me up.
HERO: You’re texting me during a party? Wait, is this a drunk text?
ONYX: Haha, no. It’s an ‘I’m so bored of being pawed at by drunk groupies and complimented and fawned over that I had to hide out and talk to someone REAL’ text.
HERO: That… sounds like a lot.
ONYX: Yeah, sorry, you don’t want to hear me whine about this shit. Can I just say one thing though before I stop bitching about my perfect rockstar life?
HERO: You can say as many things as you want.
ONYX: Haha, seriously just one. I never thought I’d miss people arguing with me. Everyone constantly kisses my ass now. It’s exhausting. What do I have to do to have one good fight with someone?
HERO: You want someone to fight with you?
ONYX: Hell yes. At least that’s something real. It’s cathartic to have a good shouting match with someone every so often, isn’t it?
HERO: I guess so. Tell you what, next time I see you, we can argue about something stupid.
ONYX: Yeah? What should we argue about?
He takes a long time to type out his answer again, and I let myself imagine what he might be typing.
We could argue about how much I wish you were here more.
We could argue about what this relationship really means… or if it’s a relationship at all.
We could argue about the fact that it’s been over three years and this feels like it should be more than sex by now.
His reply finally pops up.
HERO: I don’t know, we’ll have to figure something out.
I sag into the bed with a little bit of disappointment. He probably wasn’t thinking any of those things. If we got into afight about how much I tour or where things stand, that would mean this is a relationship. But it’s not. I just wish it was.
I tug my lip ring between my teeth and stare at his response for another minute or two, trying to decide how to answer. Part of me wants to pick a fight with him just for the sake of it. Couples fight, people in love fight, but a random guy you hook up with a few times a year isn’t someone you fight with. I sigh and finally type back.
ONYX: I’ll start thinking of some ways to be super irritating so you can argue with me.
HERO: Kinky. I look forward to it.
ONYX: Can I video call you?
HERO: Yeah, sure.
I press the video button and it only takes a second for the call to connect. Hero’s hair is messy and he’s clearly in bed, his chest bare, squinting slightly against the light from his phone.
“Did you call so we could bicker?” he asks with a grin.
“No. I called because it seemed infinitely silly to jerk off thinking about you without giving you a little show.”
His eyes widen and he’s instantly more alert. My cock swells underneath me, pressing into the hard mattress.
“You’d rather jerk off on the phone with me than go back out to that party I can hear raging and find someone to get off with?”
