Page 35 of Lucky Shot
PrettyInLace:Where are you taking me, Demi god?
My stomach flutters whenever he calls me that.
DemiDefenseKip:We’re heading to the sacrifice.
PrettyInLace:Sigh. Well, make sure we come together before you kill me, please. I deserve to go out with a good bang.
I laugh, shaking my head as I continue to direct us to the inn. I don’t let his hand go when I have my character check in. There’s the exchange of money and a key and then I’m pulling Pretty up the stairs until we come across the room number. Yes, there are different room numbers. Just like a real hotel. Because you can leave the room and come back, and it’s still yours with whatever shit you left inside.
Shutting the door behind us, I hit the option for DO NOT DISTURB and then look around the room. Nothing exciting, but it’s safe enough. When I turn back, I find Pretty’s character splayed out on the bed in nothing but his crown and collar. I laugh.
PrettyInLace:Is this what you wanted? I didn’t need a room to be wooed.
Chuckling, I give my character directions to ravish this little mage all fucking night. Then I sit back on the bed and watch for a minute.
DemiDefenseKip:Actually, I didn’t want to sign off yet, but I anticipate falling asleep. We’re safe here. Won’t be killed or looted.
PrettyInLace:Oh. I like that. I’m also relieved because I haven’t stopped yawning for the last fifteen minutes, but I don’t want to sign off either.
I smile and move my laptop off my lap and set it on the bed. Laying on my side, I watch the screen as our guys slowly fuck. The sound is off, but I swear I can hear the noises in my head. My body heats up.
PrettyInLace:Demi?
DemiDefenseKip:Hm?
PrettyInLace:Tomorrow, tell me what you dream of tonight?
I smile.
DemiDefenseKip:Sure, Pretty Boy. Sweet dreams.
PrettyInLace:I think they’ll be of you.
TWELVE
NOAH
We’re lessthan a couple days from our final port; Miami. While I’m excited to get back into my own space, I’m a little anxious for this trip to end. It’s not like I won’t see these people throughout the year. Hell, it’s not even like we won’t see each other for the rest of the summer. We still have three months before training camp begins in September.
But there’s something different about this trip. Maybe it’s because I feel like I actually have friends more than just friendly acquaintances this time. Maybe I’m afraid that will revert to what it had been back when we hit the real world again.
It could be because we had Roux on board and having a non-athlete kind of shifted something on deck. I’m not sure what it is, but there’s a softer feeling these days.
What it really boils down to is that my nights with DemiDefenseKip feel like they’re coming to an end. My mind is having trouble separating the fact that one has absolutely nothing to do with the other. I know I’ll continue to play Second World and Demi will continue to be there.
Maybe it was all that talk about summer romance. Demi is as close to a summer romance as I’ve ever had. While summer is just beginning, the medium in which I met him is shifting. Which isn’t actually true at all. We met in a game; not on the yacht. We will still meet in the game. I have confidence in that even though we haven’t stated as much.
It’s not like this thing is changing for both of us. I’m the one whose life is shifting from total vacation back to somewhat of a reality. Demi’s isn’t shifting at all. When I’m finally back in my bed three nights from now, Demi will still be right where he’s always been. He doesn’t even know I have this weird feeling hanging over me. Because it’s all in my head.
That doesn’t stop me from wanting to hang on a little tighter. I’m not sure how to do that except spend as much time with him in the game as I possibly can. We’ve been ending our nightly quests by getting a room in an inn so we can let our characters cuddle or fuck while we talk until we fall asleep. They’ve probably been the sweetest, most romantic moments of my fucking life.
And it’s not even real.
As much fun as it is to see our characters fuck, I live for the moments when they cuddle. The way Demi’s big character wraps around mine. He pets Pretty and though my volume is almost all the way down, I can still make out the quiet mewlings and cooing of Demi loving on Pretty. It brings tears to my eyes and makes me long so fucking fiercely for something real.
Yet, real people like this don’t exist. Not in my reality. Where would I even find someone like Demi?
We’ve spent hours together online and while we share so much, we both avoid anything that has to do with anything personal. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because he’s been feeding me lies. He’s promised to only talk real with me; to be honest. But how will I ever know the difference? Everything about this, about him, could be a complete and fucked up lie.
