Things have been better. Much, much better. A sense of overall normalcy managed to find itself forming between the boys, a friendship made solid following Cater's confession. He had to admit, for how afraid he'd been, it's such a welcome relief not to have to hide himself around someone. Of course, around others he's still the same clout-chasing party boy who only has use for people as far as his Magicam account can get boosted by them...
But it's different with Idia. He's still goofy, of course, still Cater, but he's honest now. There's an understanding between the two of them, and he feels so relaxed not having to try so hard or pretend to be something he isn't. When his mind grows dark, he can admit it, knowing that Idia will understand. And he can be open about understanding Idia, in return. That would be that, if it weren't for the heffalump in the room that was taunting him and him alone:
He hasn't been able to stop thinking about having sex with his best friend.
At first, Cater was sure it was a one-off. Emotions were high, he hasn't gotten laid in awhile and hasn't even been going to parties where he can make out with strangers in closets and pretend to feel something. The longer he found himself watching Idia and assigning sexual labels to his everyday actions, the more he stared at the way those hands could fly across a controller or how his lips moved, the more he went back to his dorm unable to sleep until he whipped out a certain picture...yeah, ignoring it wasn't in the cards anymore. Even with their newfound trust in each other, however, just bringing this up was like tossing a grenade in the middle of the room.
He hadn't forgotten the doujinshi debacle. Far, far from it. Yeah, this was going to require a delicate touch.
So it's there that Cater dips a toe into the water. Watching him game from a second, pulled up chair he's straddling backward, he waits for Idia to reach a lull between battles. He clears his throat. Here goes nothing.
"I wanna ask you something that you aren't going to want to answer."
ACCEPT QUEST?
But it's different with Idia. He's still goofy, of course, still Cater, but he's honest now. There's an understanding between the two of them, and he feels so relaxed not having to try so hard or pretend to be something he isn't. When his mind grows dark, he can admit it, knowing that Idia will understand. And he can be open about understanding Idia, in return. That would be that, if it weren't for the heffalump in the room that was taunting him and him alone:
He hasn't been able to stop thinking about having sex with his best friend.
At first, Cater was sure it was a one-off. Emotions were high, he hasn't gotten laid in awhile and hasn't even been going to parties where he can make out with strangers in closets and pretend to feel something. The longer he found himself watching Idia and assigning sexual labels to his everyday actions, the more he stared at the way those hands could fly across a controller or how his lips moved, the more he went back to his dorm unable to sleep until he whipped out a certain picture...yeah, ignoring it wasn't in the cards anymore. Even with their newfound trust in each other, however, just bringing this up was like tossing a grenade in the middle of the room.
He hadn't forgotten the doujinshi debacle. Far, far from it. Yeah, this was going to require a delicate touch.
So it's there that Cater dips a toe into the water. Watching him game from a second, pulled up chair he's straddling backward, he waits for Idia to reach a lull between battles. He clears his throat. Here goes nothing.
"I wanna ask you something that you aren't going to want to answer."