Page 10 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts
SVEN: Maybe. But only because it’s so much fun to fuck with you. ;)
GAGS: You wish. ;)
SVEN: You wish I wished. ;)
GAGS: My masculinity is usually interested in lots of curves.
SVEN: But not always?
Fucking hell.When in Rome…
GAGS: Life’s hopefully long. Who knows?
A delay made me wonder if I’d said the wrong thing, but apparently not.
SVEN: I’ll take that as a beacon of hope. Have you always been interested in curves? No exceptions?
GAGS: That’s a big fat NOYB question for someone I barely know.
SVEN: Aha!
SVEN: Is that your final answer?
GAGS: At least for now.
SVEN: You’re killing me just so you know.
What the almighty fuck am I doing?The answer to that was a resounding, “I have no idea.” I tried to stop, but alien fingers took over and kept typing.
GAGS: Not really. Only frustrating your desire to know.
SVEN: You mean frustrating my desires, right?
I wanted to change the subject, but the alien fingers ignored me.
GAGS: What kind of desires?
SVEN: Now you’re asking a NOYB question.
GAGS: I could probably guess.
He didn’t reply for so long I thought about sneaking in a quick trip to the bathroom, but a message appeared before I could get up.
SVEN: Are you curious or hopeful?
GAGS: Maybe both?
Holy fuck.I guess alien fingers are recklessandhonest. What would happen if we acted on what we both clearly felt?
SVEN: Then I guess you won’t be disappointed whatever happens.
GAGS: My imaginary friend says you may be on to something.
My inhibitions had flown out the window, and I was acting like flirting with guys was something I did all the time. It was fun, but my dick was getting harder with every message. After some effort, I steered us into more neutral territory, and we shot the shit for a while before agreeing to meet the next night for drinks.
After signing off, I turned my show back on and spent the next hour wondering what might happen between Sven and me. Would spending time together lead to acting on an undeniable mutual attraction? Messing around with Danny had been a lark. I’d been horny, and he was available, small, and effeminate. The sex was hot, and since I topped, nothing seemed very different from what I was used to.
But Sven couldn’t have been more different from Danny. Sven was so masculine it’s a wonder he didn’t have two dicks. In a moment of sheer madness, I wondered if that was possible, which proved that flirting with him was playing with fire. There was no telling what kind of trouble I might get into, and if things between us heated up, I wasn’t sure I’d be strong enough to resist.
