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It's— surprising, to say the least, how easy it is. This. Dating.
I guess it was just that much of a long time coming.
Being introduced to Clay's family as— decidedly not his friend— went alarmingly well. Though, as expected, things got a little awkward when it was found out that we started dating in December and not September. He actually got smacked upside the head for it. Twice. The more I think about it, the more I realize I should've made it thrice, and tagged on one of my own.
The best thing about when we started dating is that school was on interim, so I could stay with him the entire time, but now that that's over it's back to seeing each other on the weekends or whenever else we're free. I expected that to feel the same, but the distance is alarmingly more difficult. Especially after spending an entire month together. It's almost a shock, like stepping into a freezing cold shower, being without each other.
But, it should get easier.
It can only get easier.
I think.
***
Daddy Dream
3 New Messages
'i miss you btw' 1:45pm
'btw i miss you' 2:17pm
'say it back' 2:37pm
I huff the smallest of laughs, cradling my phone, finally checking it after class. I type 'simp' then suck my lower lip in, quickly deleting it. I've got one better.
'scientists hate this ONE simple trick!'
'texting their girlfriend AFTER class!'
'so she can ACTUALLY respond promptly!' 2:52pm
The response is immediate.
'hi'
'hello'
'ur free? :))' 2:52pm
Ah, fuck it.
'simp.' 2:53pm
I pocket my phone after that, feeling it immediately buzz, making my way to my car. He can wait another ten minutes for me to get home. I drive quick, focused, singing along to my music and shedding the tension of the day. It's my last semester in college and it... feels like it. My classes have been pulling absolutely no punches, and it's only the second week. I have a paper due tomorrow, assigned yesterday.
It's... stressful. Time consuming.
I finish the drive, make my way inside, throw my bag on the floor, then collapse on the couch, sitting right next to where Ellie already sits.
"Hey." I mumble to her, a greeting that she quickly returns with a wave of her fingers.
I lift my knees up onto the couch, curling up, deciding to ignore my homework for awhile in favor of flirting via text, checking what was sent earlier.
'ok. sure.' 2:53pm
'u free yet?????' 2:59pm
I laugh to myself again, quiet, brief.
'so eager 😪'
'sum u need to say or are you just obsessed with me?'
'🤔🤔🤔🤔' 3:03pm
His reply is, once again, immediate.
'fuck off'
'call me or tell me when i can call u' 3:03pm
My brows lift, briefly wondering if it's something important that Clay's pushing to speak so immediately. I decide I better find out sooner rather than later. I get up to standing, and Ellie immediately makes a noise. I turn quickly, seeing she has her brow drawn.
"Already off?" She questions.
I nod. "Clay wants to call me." I say it offhandedly.
Ellie hums, then nods back, expression severe. "Can you stay for a minute? I need to talk to you about something..." She starts.
My brows skyrocket as I study her face. "What's up?" I question.
She worries her lip, avoiding my eyes, then starts to speak. "I—" She starts, hesitant. "I think I'm moving out." She finishes.
"What?" I question back, feeling my stomach swoop. I didn't think I was being that annoying if it's something I did it—
"Yeah. My uh— my sister is finally going to leave Mark." She says.
I sit right back down, crowding into her space.
Ellie continues. "She's gonna move out with her daughter, needs someone around to help her... stay out of that situation and help with everything else so I— I offered." She finishes.
I nod. "That's... really intense." I mumble, bumping her with my shoulder.
Ellie swallows, then nods, voice tight as she speaks again. "Yeah I just— I figured I could finish school online, but I only get one sister, y'know." She speaks, then finally looks up to meet my eyes, looking sheepish. "I— like... would it be chill if I look for a subleaser? I know that's annoying but like money... could get tight."
I nod immediately. "Yeah. I can look too. Whatever's easiest for you, y'know?" I say back.
My emotions are... mixed. I don't want to lose my friend and roommate but... she needs to go. This is for her family.
"Thanks." Ellie mumbles, reaching to half hug me. "You're a good friend."
I wrap her up, hugging right back.
We stay silent for some time, just sitting there, processing, until the mood is settled. After it feels appropriate, I'm up again, heading for my room. Ellie kicks at me for fun, laughing me off as I sneer back.
"Lock the goddamn door if you're gonna cyber—" She yells after me, and I flip her off.
I sit on the edge of my bed, fighting my jeans, trying to change into some pajamas, and call Clay during.
"Hey. Took you long enough." He says, chuckling as he answers.
"Hi big man." I coo back, then I make a noise, flopping over, kicking my legs out, trying to get my jeans off, now one-handed.
"Christ, you fighting something?" He asks, noticing the noises I'm making.
"I'm taking my pants off— fighting my pants off." I say back, offhandedly.
Clay hums. "Damn, that fast? Do I need to get my dick in hand or—"
I snort a laugh. "Shut up. That's not what I'm taking them off for."
He makes a noise of protest. "But now I'm thinking about it and—"
I interrupt. "Stop." I bite out, in a bit of a too-serious mood from the conversation I had with Ellie.
"Woah. Something up?" He asks back, used to my volatile moods and emotions. Not that I wasn't making it obvious.
I huff a sigh. "Ellie's moving out to help her sister leave her shitty husband. Remember the guy over Thanksgiving break that was like— threatening her and shit?"
"Yeah. I remember." Clay says back, sounding tense. "That's tough."
I mhm. "I mean... it's a good thing but— y'know." I sigh, then flop over, pants finally off. "It's a complicated situation." I pause before speaking again. "So what'd you wanna show me?" I question.
Clay laughs, somewhat awkward. "Well... now I feel kinda lame for stealing your attention. It's— it's on our Minecraft game."
I laugh, sitting back up, stepping toward my PC. This is something we started on New Years. A fresh Minecraft server, just us, with plans to play it all year long and just see what happens, if we don't give up on it. I know he's a busy guy.
"Okay gimme a sec to start my shit then I'll be on." I say back, flopping into my chair.
I thrum my fingers against my keyboard, phone propped up, and end up making weird popping noises with my mouth. Clay immediately joins, making identical noises back, until it's like a competition to see pop their lips the fastest. It's stupid. It stops without a word the second I log in, and I start running to find him.
"Where?" I ask.
"Neg-ah-teev 1200 pose-ah-teev 340." He says back.
I find him quickly, but don't see any obvious structures. I run up on his character, that he has decked in full netherite, something I couldn't be assed to do, and mash against him.
Clay laughs, then starts to throw rose bushes onto the ground. I coo, picking them up.
"What're you showing me? I don't see anything." I say, crouching spamming. "I'm humping your leg by the way."
Clay chuckles before speaking. "I can see the snail trail on my thigh."
I respond with a choked yelp, punching at him and creating distance between our characters. Nasty—
He keeps chuckling, then switches to an axe. "Get back over here." He chastises.
I raise my brows, splitting into a smile. "Or what? You'll kill me? In Minecraft?"
"Yes." He says back.
I pout. "You're being domestically violent. You can't axe attack your beautiful, loving wife and mother of your children."
"My what?" He questions with a pitched voice.
I bite my lip to stifle a laugh. "Sorry, sorry, thought we might be roleplaying like you boys do on your other server—" I tease back, pleased to hear his irritated sigh.
"Keep it up. See what happens to you." He responds, voice suddenly low.
Damn. Is it— is it warm today—
I bite my lip, breath hitching. He might just be teasing, but God if he doesn't make such quick work of me.
"Yeah, daddy?" I ask, hearing the immediately pleased noise pass Clay's lips. Kryptonite.
"Don't play this game unless you're gonna commit. Don't tease me." He says, breathy.
My thighs briefly tense. This is... stupid. Why is this actually—
"Sorry—" I breathe out. "I just wanted to have fun I didn't expect to—" I take a shuddered breath, shifting my hips. "Yes sir. I'll stop."
There's another noise over the mic. "Now you know damn well—" Clay pauses, blowing a drawn out breath, before pausing.
I swallow nervously, waiting for what words are coming next, momentarily getting embarrassed that we're on Minecraft right now.
"I'm gonna think 'bout that later tonight. But right now—" Clay starts again, and I let out a breath of relief. We've collected ourselves.
"—follow me for an epic poggers moment." He finishes, and I snort a laugh.
"That just revirginized you. That sentence." I say, voice teasing.
He chuckles back, quiet, then finally starts moving his character, walking away. I quickly tap my own keyboard, following as well as I can. I note that we're headed toward an enchanted forest, then spot something that looks manmade. It's a mass of leaves, but I can't see much else than that, yet.
"Ooh. Leaves." I say.
Clay laughs again. "Just wait."
We take another bit to walk up, but the second I see what's going on, I coo.
It's a wrapping tunnel of leaves, filled with lanterns, a manmade river flowing down the middle, the sides flanked with what has to be every flower in the game. I'm distracted, just looking, then see the chat move.
'your ride awaits m'lady *tips fedora*'
"Clay—" I chastise aloud, reading the message, turning to see he's at the mouth of the river in a boat, punching in my general direction.
"Gimme a sec to turn shaders on." I say, rolling my eyes, and doing as much. The second they're on, I hop into the boat with him, and allow myself to be ferried through the tunnel.
Clay laughs as we start, saying "Be silent as we go through the tunnel of love." Then goes quiet. I do the same.
It's genuinely cool-looking as we go through it. The bends and dips and lighting making it a genuine experience to have. I don't want to think about the time investment, but the idea of it makes me melt all the same. The idea of him hunched up at his desk for hours, doing all of this for what— to boat me down it for five or ten minutes?
I smile.
He can be such a sweetheart.
The ride finishes, opening back up into the forest. There's something melancholy about the ride ending, warm, but... unsteady. I want to touch. This distance is... aching.
"When did you have time to do all of that?" I question, then, "I loved it."
We both hop out of the boat, then he turns to ram himself against me.
"Uh— today. It took like— all day. I just— thought of it and had to execute it once it caught my attention." He responds.
I pout a little. "All day? That's some dedication. S'really sweet."
Clay hums in return. "I just— I mean, what I really wanted was to go to an amusement park in like... real life. Give you a smooch on one of the cheesy ass rides, but that's not possible right now. So, next best thing."
I make a wet kissing noise into the mic, and a pleased noise passes his lips before he returns it. I decide to tease before I let myself get any sappier.
"I mean, what I really wanted was to suck your dick in like... real life. But that's not possible—" I pause as Clay starts to laugh. "—right now. So, next best thing. Phone sex."
He responds in chat.
'now THIS is a Le Epic Gamer Moment'
'*takes out cock and then balls as well*'
I make a noise of disgust, but my face is split with a smile.
"Imagine rp'ing sex in the Minecraft chat." I say, then type back:
'*grabs ur balls and squeezes*'
'u like that?'
'u like ur balls squozed?'
I hear his stupid laugh as he types back.
'please mistress step on my cock'
I make a noise. It's funny. But the mistress— catches me off guard. I might—
'call me mistress irl and'
I send that, then go to type my next message.
'ill make u cum until ur crying and begging me to stop'
As I go to send it, a new message appears. My eyes flick up, reading a moment too late to stop as I tap enter, sending my message. I pause as I read the words I missed, drawing in a sharp breath.
Sapnap has joined the game
There's silence from me, and an "Ah." from Clay aloud. After a moment longer, someone who is neither of us types a message.
'my bad'
Sapnap has left the game
I sigh, sucking my lip in. Clay and I descend back into a tense silence. I'm the one that breaks it.
"Why is Sap white-listed?" I question.
Clay lets out a nervous laugh. "Uh. H-he was like— helping me with building— like uh, today. I got bored... being... alone." He says.
I mhm, exit the game, then hang up the call, entire face flushed with embarrassment. Why did he have to come in on that line—
I leave my phone on my desk, getting up to put some sleep clothes on, headed back out to the living room, trying to walk it off. I go straight for the kitchen, find something crunchy, then flop on the couch next Ellie. She eyes me.
"That was brief." She remarks.
"Clay's friend accidentally read a message I sent where I said I would make him cum until he cries." I say back. "So I'm hiding."
"I see." Ellie says, then reaches into my space, hands grabbing for part of my snack. I allow it, because it's her. "You are disgusting." She finishes, and I laugh.
We watch T.V. in mutual silence for a short moment, before Ellie speaks again.
"Called my sister." She starts, and I turn to look at her. "We're gonna— I'm gonna go over there tomorrow, we're gonna hopefully get her shit moved as quick as possible."
"Tomorrow?" I question. "That's really quick. How did you find a place that'll let you move in that short notice?" I question.
Ellie hums. "It's an apartment in the basement of someone she works with. Gave her a nice price. Let her move in immediately. Seems like a win." Ellie puffs a sigh. "Now we just have to hope it doesn't take us forever to move all of our shit."
I laugh for that. "Do you want any help? I could always summon Clay so we can work him like a dog."
Ellie shakes her head. "I don't want you guys to get involved. But thank you."
I bump her with my shoulder. "It's no problem. We can help."
She continues to shake her head. "I just— Mark could be there— and be scary if we take too long. Which... it's going to. It's too late to get a moving truck without paying an arm and leg, so we're gonna make a million car trips. I don't want to get you guys involved in all of that. It's going to suck."
"I bet it would go faster if we were there to help." I remark, and she immediately glares at me.
I stare her down, but decide to let it go. "Fine. Let me know if you change your mind. We'll be there if you give the word." I say, then continue to stare until she nods.
The mood is tense, heavy, us knowing it's probably the last chunk of time we'll spend together in person. At least, the last chunk of time as roommates. We end up huddled up, both pouty— yet quiet— for what seems like hours. At least until I start to feel guilty.
"I got so embarrassed that I hung up on Clay then disappeared." I say aloud, eyes fixed to the show.
Ellie laughs. "That's such a you thing to do." She remarks.
I groan. "I should go check my phone."
"Yes. You should." She says back.
I groan again, but lift to standing. Time to face my shame.
Daddy Dream
2 Missed Calls
5 New Messages
'pick up' 5:01 pm
'i hate when you do this'
'it's so stupid'
'just answer ur fucking phone' 5:17 pm
'i'm on discord whenever u decide ur done' 5:29 pm
I purse my lips, sit at my desk, open Discord, and find him pleasantly sat in a voice channel with both Sap and George. I text first, not wanting to accidentally hop in on a video or stream, though, I assume they'd do that in a server separate from ours, better safe than sorry.
'hi'
'safe to join?' 8:41 pm
Dream
'yeah. all good' 8:41 pm
I join, opening my mouth to speak. Sap is quicker.
"Does Dream usually beg and cry when he busts a fatty nut?" He asks.
My eyes roll back into my head.
"Knock it off. It was obviously a mistake that she's embarrassed about, dude." Clay immediately chastises.
I could just say thank you, move on, but I'm not letting Sap get off scott-free. I'm teasing back.
"Sappy, I know you're obsessed with our sex life because you get absolutely no grip, but this isn't a good look for you. Did you want the details so you have something to jerk off to? Because I can tell you all about how I make Clay fucking whimper with—"
"What?" Interrupts George, sounding half-asleep, half-disgusted.
I pause, realizing I'm probably going too far for a joke with both of his friends on the—
"I just wanted to know so that I can ask Dream's mom to do it to me tonight." Sap says back.
Nah. I didn't go too far.
"You won't be able to it. Your dick has to be a certain size for it work. And before you ask, no, 2 inches isn't enough." I say back, lips curling into a smile.
"Oh? So Dream's 2 and a half inches is enough?"
"No, but his horsecock is."
"Did you buy a plastic one?"
"I did. It's still smaller than his absolute unit of a dick."
"I know that isn't true."
"How? You look at his dick often?"
"Babe—" Clay cuts in, but Sap continues, barreling over him.
"Yeah. Sometimes we compare so he can know what a real dick looks like."
"Is it embarrassing for you? Having your chode next to his man-shaft?"
"Is it embarrassing for you? When you can't even feel his dick when it's inside?"
"It wouldn't even matter if that was true because there's more to sex than penetration. But, I know you wouldn't understand that, that's horsecock having mother fucker activities—" I pause, then: "Babe, you should change your Twitter handle to horsecock."
"What?" Clay says back, sounding almost amused.
"Nah— nah— nah—" Sap continues our stupidity. "They already gave you Dream. Go for Horsecockwastaken2."
"Yeah? Who's Horsecockwastaken1?" I ask back.
"ME, BITCH!" Sap shouts back.
Finally, Clay cuts in. "Don't call her bitch, dude. That's misogynistic." Still, I can hear the barely concealed laughter in his voice.
"I'm leaving after... that." Mumbles George, who I forgot was even on the call, followed by a chime that indicates he left the call.
I snort a laugh, feeling guilty that I annoyed George off.
Sap makes a noise. "I better get going too before I accidentally listen to Dream cum on his fucking mic."
"Have fun being a little bitch—" I barely finish, before there's another chime of Sap leaving the call.
Alone with Clay, it goes silent again. I worry my lip.
"What? Was that about?" He asks aloud. "You guys are— freaks." He accuses.
My mischievous smile tugs my lips again. "I'm sorry mister Horsecockwastaken2–" I manage to get out, then there's the chime again.
My mouth parts in surprise, he didn't really— he did! He hung up on me.
I immediately leave the call as well, then lift my phone to text him.
'call me back'
'🥺' 8:49 pm
He texts back:
'are u done with the horsecock thing?' 8:49 pm
I puff my cheeks out.
'srry i have a ddlg kink'
'Daddy Dream's Long Dick'
'wait' 8:50 pm
'Daddy Dream's Long Gick?' 8:50 pm
I pout. I just can't win tonight.
'Daddy Dream's Large Glizzy' 8:50 pm
I watch the message get opened, then my phone lights up with a call from Clay. I bite my lip as I answer. He speaks immediately.
"Do not call my dick a glizzy? What? Are you a fucking teenage boy?' He asks, voice pitched.
I immediately burst into laughter. "Sorry— sorry—" I choke out, "Just in a weird mood. Wanted attention, I think." I say.
Clay huffs, then changes the subject. "What's the plan this weekend? I can give you plenty of attention in person."
I pause, considering. "Not sure, honestly, with the Ellie thing going on, she's moving tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? That fast?" He asks, the exact same reaction I had.
"Yeah. It's a good set up, someone they know and stuff." I say back.
Clay hums. "Need me to come down and help?"
I sigh. "Ellie's kind of... refusing it. It's worrying. It sounds like she doesn't even have like... a truck. They're just gonna shove shit into their cars."
"What?" Clay asks. "That's— that sucks. Like really sucks."
"Yeah. It does." I say back, momentarily worrying my lip. "I think she doesn't wanna be a burden— which— she isn't. But, she's not getting that, and isn't gonna let us help."
He puffs a sigh. "Maybe she just doesn't— I dunno. I'm sorry. That's disheartening."
"Yeah." I mumble back. "But other than that, like, I could come up tomorrow once I'm sure they're done. It might be late, but, y'know."
"Yeah, I get it. Seeing you all day Saturday and Sunday is enough for me." He says back.
I smile to myself, stomach swinging at the sentiment of the words.
"I have a paper to write." I say, switching the subject again.
"You want me to stay on call?" Clay asks.
I mhm. "That'd be nice, if it's not too boring for you."
"I can occupy myself. I promise you that." He says, then I hear the tap of his keyboard.
We don't say much, but we stay on call until late— until I'm done with homework. It's nice. Domestic.
I'm excited to see him tomorrow.