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Agoti was sitting at the local NovaBux, sipping on his third slushiccino for the day. Solazar often scolded him for his addiction to the things, but this was for a special reason.
It was to try to chill his nerves, figuratively and literally, while he waited in vain for him to show up-
‘There!’ Agoti thought, as he recoginzed the horns belonging to no one else other than him. The doors to the NovaBux ringed as they opened, and a rather intimidating figure walked in.
The figure had a floating goat skull, with a blue cap and matching hoodie.
His shoes had a gold tint to them, matching his glowing....and captivating eyes.
Agoti tried to play it cool and sipped on the slushiccino loudly, feigning interest in whatever the hell was on Persistagram.
‘I bet he has one! Dammit, what was his name again...’ Agoti pondered, swiping up the posts absentmindedly while watching the goat man walk to the front.
He usually showed up around this time, and ordered some frozen drink like Agoti. Whatever flavor it was though, he could never figure it out.
The nice girl at the front with bright blue hair, much like that kid that got him out of the screen void, took the goat man’s order, making a strange face asking him a question.
After telling her something, he walked off to the side.
Agoti saw him take out his phone and tap at it, waiting for his name to be called.
‘Bingo!’ Agoti thought, waiting for the man’s name to be called out.
Agoti sipped the last of his drink and was starting to sweat. There weren’t a lot of people out today, so there wasn’t a crowd to really hide in. And he felt like there were eyes watching him.
‘Golden eyes to be exact...’
He took a risked look up from his phone, and caught the goat man watching him too!
“...Uhh... хорошая попытка....I butchered that one hard.” Agoti heard the girl in vain attempt to pronounce.
‘What the fuck is that?? Russian? German? Dutch??’ Agoti panicked, not knowing a lick of a second language. Maybe he could eat a cassette tape on foreign languages?
The goat man, still watching Agoti, clicking something on his phone and then turned towards the drink serving area. His attention was immediate to the drink, and seemed to ignore Agoti once again.
“Спасибо. And that’s thank you, in russian. You said it alright.” The goat man said, Agoti overheard.
‘Russian...ok.’ Agoti muttered.
Agoti had to immediately sink his attention into his phone again, as the goat man was walking away from the drink area and decided to take the pathway near Agoti towards the exit.
Agoti felt the presence coming off of this guy as he walked by him, and also whatever cologne he was rocking was hot.
‘Dammit dammit dammit, I’m in too hot for this guy!’ Agoti said, the sweatdrops starting to form everywhere.
As the goat man left the door, Agoti let out a breath he didn’t realize had been holding.
His phone buzzed, a text from Aldryx.
[Bro, where are you at? - AndroBro
At the NovaBux again, about to head home tho. -AGODEEZnUtZ
Again? You know Sol is gonna give you shit about hanging out there all the time. -AndroBro
Yeah, I know, but I like hanging out here. –AGODeEZnUtZ
Oh yeah, totally...like I like hanging out at the club all the time 😉 -AndroBro]
Agoti wasn’t going to give Aldryx the satisfaction of a response. He loved poking fun at his younger brother, but he had a point.
Solazar wasn’t going to be happy with him spending ALL of his time hanging out at a damn coffee joint simping after some goat skull guy.
But he couldn’t tell either of them! He didn’t know how they’d feel about any of it honestly...
It was hard enough to get the confidence to ask the goat man if he was gay..or into dudes..but to tell Aldryx or his adoptive dad basically? Too much to think of.
Agoti went home pondering life and how he got to this point, but tried to brush it off with working on some more music hits.
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[The next week]
Agoti found himself religiously at the Novabux, like clockwork, ordering the same slushiccino, and waiting at the tables. He tried to move around, bring books, fuck even his music work to seem like it was somewhere he was ‘hanging out.’
Sometimes, he was actually productive on some stuff, away from all the distractions at home.
But most of the time he found himself thinking of the goat skull man, and those piercing golden eyes. He wondered about his body, if it was all skeleton...now that Agoti thought about it, he didn’t think he saw a neck on that fellow.
The door clinged open, and Agoti went into action. This time, he had brought his laptop and music sheets to look like he was working.
But he had a plan as well. There was an app that Aldryx had recommended, it could translate other languaes to English just by listening. Agoti had hoped by sitting closer to the drink announcing area, his app would catch it.
The goat man glanced over the cafe joint, and Agoti saw him look over at his direction. Agoti was actually vibing to a new single released on his music shuffle, so he was able take the attention in stride with music playing in his earpods.
The goat man did his usual, the blue haired girl now having both their orders memorized and names as well. She had actually gotten pretty good at pronouncing the russian name that the goat man went by.
If Agoti could just get the way to write it, he could find him somehow. Hopefully the app works the way it worked with Aldryx the other night.
Moments seem to click by, the beats in the song thrumming with Agoti’s heart, as he scribbled some more lyrics to the song he was writing. His mind seemed to be on fire, waiting for the girl to start talking and he would hit play.
Secretly, of course. It would look like he was hitting play for another song...
‘There she goes!’ Agoti thought, pressing play on the app.
“хорошая попытка!” The girl said cheerfully, nailing the way it was said after days of practice.
The app did a little waiting symbol, and pinged up the symbols for the name. Agoti was pleased, and all he had to do was copy and paste into a translat-
“Is that music you’re working on, nah?” The goat man asked.
Agoti was screeching as the goat man had sat down at the table with his drink, interested in the music sheets Agoti was working on.
The cologne he had on was wafting into his nostrils, making his brain go numb that he was HERE, sitting at HIS table.
“Uh-yeah. I’m a musician/producer, or well I guess through my dad. Just trying to get stuff done whenever it floats in the brain ya know?” Agoti said, trying to play it cool and clicking the music onto one ear pod.
His stress levels were high, but he was trying to just take it easy. This was probably the only time that he was going to be able to talk to the elusive man, who usually left out immediately.
“Da? May I see?” The goat man asked, reaching across and looking at the lyrics Agoti had been writing.
Agoti wasn’t fast enough to say no, but hoped that the man didn’t walk away in disgust or utter confusion.
And then Agoti wanted to implode on site when he heard the goat man’s low voice begin to try to sing them.
“I caught it bad yesterday///You hit me with a call to your place////Ain't been out in a while anyway
///Was hopin' I could catch you throwin' smiles in my face///
That voice that he had was downright sultry, and sung lightly with the slight twing of that russian accent made the lyrics speak, Agoti thought.
“Not bad, it has sustenance...just needs more development. And maybe have a little guitar added to intro it? Or maybe some strings....a little angelic almost?” The goat man said, scratching the end of his skull like he was rubbing his chin.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing...? Wait, do you do music too?” Agoti asked, a little suspicious with this man’s knowledge and intrigue.
“I used to, back before-” The goat man halted, and seemed distant. He huffed and grabbed his drink, getting up from his seat.
“Keep it up.” Was all he said, before he pulled his cap down and walked outside.
Agoti didn’t understand the abrupt leaving, or the moment that the goat man had but the question seemed to spark something.
“His name!” Agoti said, remembering what he was doing before. He clicked on his computer, copying the name into the translator, and rubbed his hands together excitedly.
“This will make up for that embarassing lyric reading...but I’m glad he liked it-”
The translator pinged up and pronounced the russian words first, and then english: “this phrase means “Nice try,” in russian.”
Agoti slammed his computer shut and screeched.
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[Later that night]
“So Agoti, mind telling me why exactly you’ve been spending all your waking hours at the Novabux drinking slushiccinos?” Solazar started with at the dinner table.
The personal chef had just served the main course, some steaks with vegetables and a hint of a little blueberry sauce to the meat marinade.
Agoti and Aldryx’s favorite out of the meals that Solazar would have made for them himself, but he had been very busy as of late with music production.
Agoti had went to chomp into his steak like some feral child but went still at the piercing look from both Solazar and Aldryx.
“Uhh, I’ve been working on my music stuff, but trying to do it somewhere other than at home?” Agoti tried to come up with, which technically, wasn’t a lie.
“And do you have any of the music stuff to show me? You know we’re getting behind on some of your new stuff since you’ve been released...” Solazar said, raising an eyebrow at Agoti starting to sweat.
Aldryx was no help, he was starting to snicker because he had poked at Agoti enough to know he was hot after someone.
Agoti panicked, not wanting to show either of them the song he had been working on, since it was gay as all get out! How could they look at him again after that??
“I...I uhh...don’t have anything really to show.” Agoti said sheepishly, losing his appetite rather quickly.
“I see. Agoti I’m not trying to chastise you, but spending all your free time at a coffee joint trying to get a girl’s attention isn’t going to benefit you in the long run.” Solazar started.
“I’m not there after some girl!” Agoti defended, shocked that he would even-
‘Aldryx! Bastard!’ Agoti shot a glare at his brother, who was eating his food ‘calmly.’
“Well, even if you’re not, I need you to focus more on your music production, otherwise we’re going to start having to explain why you have no music releases?” Solazar tried to calm Agoti down, who seemed really upset at the accusations.
“I get it.” Agoti said, trying to finish some of his food, which went rather cold fast.
After all of that, Agoti retreated to his room to blast music in his earpods. He felt angry that there wasn’t a way he could explain that he was trying to get the name of the goat man that appeared at the coffee joint regularly.
How did he even fall for that bastard?
Agoti grit his teeth, the fangs puncturing part of his lip and an electric crackle hitting his teeth back. Flicking the music to shuffle, it seemed like the universe was out to get him.
The next song that played was a Judas cover, but instead of a sweet feminine voice that usually sung it, it was male.
‘Go fucking figure.’ Agoti thought, but couldn’t bring himself to hit skip.
//////I'm just a holy fool, oh, baby, it's so cruel///
////But I'm still in love with Judas, baby////
////I'm just a holy fool, oh, baby, it's so cruel///
////But I'm still in love with Judas, baby////
The lyrics had him imagining him singing this song for that bastard “nice try” goat man. He wished that he could just put on a show, just for him, sing his heart out and let the world know how he felt.
It felt like shit having to hide who he was, but put on a show for others that make them feel alive. But he felt so dead inside until he caught the look from that goat man at the coffee joint for the first time.
Agoti had been stuck in the television void for so long, all he craved was a good slushiccino. And he had waited in line for the drink at his local Novabux after Solazar got him home.
That was where he had run into him, the first time.
The blue haired girl had called out his name, and a second one, but Agoti can’t remember. Now that he tries to recall, there had been an english sounding name that time, but since Agoti had the memory of a cheez-it crisp, he couldn’t remember the goat man’s actual name.
Agoti had reached for his slushiccino absentmindedly, when he bumped shoulders with someone else.
Having looked up, the two made eye contact. Agoti remember saying “so gold!” out loud. The goat man had just grabbed his drink and an eye socket had arched, like he was raising an eyebrow.
No words, nothing. Just the cologne, the eyebrow arch, and the contact. But Agoti had fallen right there for the aloof goat man. And thus, made it religious to visit the Novabux. A couple days turned into a few, and then every day. He had noticed that the goat man had almost copied him, because he only appeared some days, which then turned into a few and all of them..as well.
‘Maybe he is interested?’ Agoti thought, another song playing. All the thinking about the elusive goat skull fellow had Agoti getting hot. And the pent-up frustration wasn’t helping.
Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t had a good jerk-off session since he got out of the void.
Taking out the earpods, Agoti figured a good jack-off might clear his mind. His dick, different from that of a human’s, was already stirring in his pants. He pulled them down, with his boxers as well, and the black tendril like dick bobbed against his stomach.
Maybe he had been harder than he thought...
Agoti grabbed it, the black tendril already coating in a slight sheen of pre-cum, and he hissed when he stroked up and down for the first time in eons.
Imagining the goat skull man was there, beside him on the bed and stroking him instead had a fire ignite inside his stomach he hadn’t had before.
Those bony fingers would grasp up and down, with delicate but devote force, making sure Agoti was just barely getting any stimulation.
He figured that the goat man would be dirty and rude in bed, and that’s how he wanted it. Never having had a long-term partner, most of Agoti’s male flings were rough, hard and left him panting for more.
But that’s all they had to be, were flings.
Agoti willed those thoughts away and pumped up and down on his dick faster.
Those golden eyes would be watching his face, piercing into his white ones, and that low sultry voice would be edging him onto a climax.
His dick was throbbing now, Agoti imagining that voice so close to his ear and whispering rough words in russian. What would he tell him? That he was dirty? Disgusting for jacking off to him being rude? Would he promise to fuck him raw if he came hard enough for him?
All these thoughts had Agoti’s mind on fire, panting and huffing while he jacked his dick faster. His climax was coming up, and he had drool coming out of the corner of his mouth.
But he didn’t care, all he could think about was that skull hovering over his face, jacking his black tendril dick up and down with such precision that it had him tearing up.
He wanted it so bad, he wanted that man next to him, the other hand cupping his face as he cried from orgasm. Agoti wanted to be begging him for release.
“Come for me.” That would be all that low sultry voice had to say.
Agoti came, moaning like a slut out of a porno, the white sticky ropes hitting his black stomach. He was gasping for air as the orgasm punched him like a fucking train, needing this desperately.
Every bone and muscle in his body was jello, and he wanted to just sit there forever. He imagined the goat man would be petting him, stroking his hands through his hair and telling him how good he was, how hot he was.
Reality hit Agoti like a train too, realizing that this was probably some sick fantasy. What was the chance that the goat man was single...and gay? Or bisexual like Agoti?
Too many questions still.
Agoti went to go clean up in the bathroom and then pass out so he didn’t have to think for a while.
And no more Novabux every day.