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“His name is Seamus.” Harry had said to me. Harry had then gone somewhat out of his way to get the lad’s number. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate Harry was trying to get me some action, but I really didn’t swing that way.
I was into women. Soft, supple women. Curvy waists and smooth skin. Perky tits and light voices. I wanted to sink into the warmth of a wet pussy and hear the soft, delicate moans f the woman beneath me.
What I didn’t want, however, was some Irish lad, who probably was just hard skin and pointy bones. His voice was probably harsh and he wouldn’t have any shape to him. He was the exact opposite of what I wanted.
What I didn’t want to do was to disappoint Harry. He meant well, and I could always do with another friend.
So there I was, sat on my bed, sometime early in the morning, unable to sleep, staring at my phone. I’d typed out a message, just a simple ‘hey’, it’s not like I was trying to get him into bed. But I was terrified to send it. What if this kid got me into bed? What if he was one of those types that didn’t give up. What if he didn’t take no for an answer?
But that’s nonsense. Harry wouldn’t give me the number of a rapist.
So I hit send.
I got an instant reply, just a couple question marks followed by a ‘hey’.
‘This is Dean, Harry’s mate.’ I was going for simple and blunt. This wasn’t a booty call or sexting. This was just... a guy texting another guy at night.
‘Hm. Well, he hasn’t mentioned you before. Pics?’ Pics? Pics of what?
‘Of my face? It’s the middle of the night.’
‘You can include your face if it makes you feel better.’
’I’m not sending you nudes if that’s what you’re after.’
’You’re the one who texted me in the middle of the night.
‘Yeah well, I couldn’t sleep.’
’Jacking off usually helps me sleep. I can help if you want.’ Why did he have to be so forward? I’m clearly not here for sex.
‘Tried that earlier. And I don’t need your help. Pornhub is good enough.’
’Mhm. But the gay Pornhub site is so much more exciting. Give it a whirl, girl!’
’I’m not gay!’
’Every hole’s a goal!’ He sent, followed by a wink emoji. And then an eggplant. I didn’t reply, and instead tried going to sleep.
When I woke the next morning, I found my phone bombarded with texts from Seamus, and I let a small smile cross my face as I read through them.
‘Dean? Dean you there?
Dean?
Dean don’t go :(
Look sorry about what I said, I get I can come on a bit strong. I swear I’m not this bad all the time.
If you want we can be friends? That’s probably what you were after. Unless you want to take my motto to heart?
Ok sorry about that
Please Dean?
Deeeaaaan?
:(
Dean?
Papa?
Father Dean?
Daddy-o?’
He really wanted to talk. I gave him a chance, and dialled his number.
“Dean? Hello?” His voice wasn’t harsh. It had a sweet Irish accent, and while his words held the confused anger of being called early in the morning, his tone was light, delicate almost.
“Uh, Hey Seamus.”
”Fuck, sorry about last night. You aren’t into that, I get it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Did you want to come over today? To like, hang out? As friends, obviously. You seem cool.”
“Friends, Yeah. No doy, daddy-o.” I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but gave him my address.
It didn’t take long for the doorbell to ring, and I answered it to see an out of breath kid standing there, with pale skin, hazel eyes and sandy hair, and a smile on his face.
”Yer blind date is here.” He grins, and I roll me eyes.
”Seamus, hi.” I let him in. “I don’t know what you want to do, we can watch a movie if you want?” I suggest, scratching the back of my neck.
”Sure, we can cuddle up under a blanket and then no one will know that I’m-” I cut him off by leaving him in the hallway, making my way into the lounge. I closed the curtains while I waited for him to follow, only to turn around and see him surrounded by a huge cloud of cherry scented smoke.
“What?” Is all I can ask.
”It’s a vape. Wanna try it? You guys probably only ever go for the hard stuff, right?” He held out his vape for me, a huge looking thing. There was a large box, with some buttons on, and attached to it was a tank and a mouthpiece. I eyed it cautiously, before taking it from it. It was surprisingly heavy, and I held it to my mouth. “Hold that button while you suck.” I frowned, and he apologised. “While you inhale, sorry Mr Hetero.”
I put the mouthpiece to my mouth, and breathed in quickly. I began choking on the blooms of smoke that this thing could make, and shook my head, handing it back to him. He was laughing.
“Perhaps one day you’ll get it.” He says as he sits down on one of the sofas. I put on a film to watch and sat beside him, but left a gap.
Somewhere through the movie, I lit a blunt, and we shared it and his vape, although it still had me coughing sometimes.
By the time Harry eventually came home, we were both riding high, and a lot of the movie was going over my head.
”Harry? Harry is that you?” I called, and the dark haired boy entered the lounge.
”Hey Dean.” Harry greets me. “Seamus? I didn’t expect to see you here.” He turns to my new friend.
”Dean’s invited me over because ‘I seem cool’ but I’m biding my time until he realises he wants my sweet arse.” He giggled a reply.
“I’m not gay. No offence or anything guys, but I don’t like dick.” I argued.
“That’s ok. If you take me from behind you practically won’t see my itty bitty penis.” Seamus scooted over to my side of the sofa, and then pressed himself close against me. I heartbeat stopped for a second and my breath hitched in my throat. Trying to ignore the Irish man, I turned back to Harry.
“So where’ve you been, Harry?” I ask him.
”Boyfriend’s place. Had a date. Stayed for coffee. Lots of coffee.” He threw a wink our way before leaving us alone.
Seamus was still close to me, but as his head lolled onto my shoulders, I quickly realised he was either asleep or too buzzed to function. I moved a blanket over him, and let my arm sit across his shoulders while I finished watching the movie.