Innocent. Of course I was innocent! I’d saved myself for Jackson!
“What do you mean when you saythings?” I was too intrigued to just let it slide. Could this possibly be a deal breaker for me?
“BDSM things.” I felt a rush of excitement, envisioning Jackson tying me up while he wore nothing but leather pants. “I accidentally walked in on him last week and… yeah... That’s how I know.”
Jackson had sex with someone else just a week ago? I needed to act quicker. I hated knowing he was with other people, but now I could finally do something about it. I just needed Mike’s approval.
“So… If I were into thosethings, would it be okay with you if I asked him out?”
He sighed again. “I mean, if you both want to date, I don’t want to stand in the way of that, as long as you don’t make me choose between you. If things end badly, I don’t want to say goodbye to Jackson because of it.”
I was holding back an excited squeal. “I understand that. Thank you, big bro. It really means a lot.” I could ask Jackson out!
“Yeah... I don’t want any details, though! It’s already hard enough just picturing it and I can’t seem to turn my mind off.” I laughed. Mike was the best.
When we’d hung up, I had a new mission. I needed to learn everything about BDSM. AndthenI would ask Jackson out. I had his number, and I knew where he worked. Everything would go justas planned, just with a bit more leather and whips involved than I’d envisioned.
Pete: I need your help
Dylan: Now?
Pete: Yes, please. I’ll be at your place in ten
Dylan: Bring food
I rolled my eyes at my phone, but I guess Dylan deserved payment for what I was about to ask of him. My best friend would be tested for patience and I’d get to see just how much he truly loved me.
I took Mike’s old car that he’d left for me and Mom to use, and quickly drove through our favorite drive through restaurant,adding a few dessert options to help endear myself to Dylan after I’d requested his help… it would be an interesting night for sure.
Singing along to the radio, I tried to calm myself. This was Dylan, he would understand and help me. He always did. Even if this would test our friendship. Maybe we needed a good friendship test, even if Dylan would 100% decline as soon as I’d told him what I needed of him.
Not wanting to think about it anymore, I cranked up the radio and allowed myself to fantasize about Jackson,again.
It took me twenty-five minutes to get to Dylan’s place because of the food stop, but that was fine. It was best we did it at his place. Him having his own apartment meant privacy, and since I still lived at home, my room wouldn’t be good enough for this sort of…experiment.
“You got food?” Dylan asked as soon as I stepped inside his apartment.
“Hello to you too,” I greeted, holding the bags of food up as an offering along with my biggest grin.
“Hell yeah!” He ran over and grabbed one bag. “Fuck, did you kill someone?” I rolled my eyes at him. “No, seriously. You bought the cinnamon toasties. I only get those when you need something.”
“Nothing big,” I waved him off. “Eat first, then I’ll tell you.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but his hunger won out. “Fine,” he huffed. “But I can’t enjoy my dessert before you tell me.”
“We eat the food, and then I’ll tell you what I need help with, andthenyou can eat your dessert.”
“Deal.”
We sat down on his couch, slumping down on either side like we always tended to do. He’d been watching one of our favorite shows when I arrived, so we continued where he’d left off, not speaking as we stuffed our faces.
As soon as he’d downed the rest of his coke, he looked expectantly at me. I was pointedly not looking back. I knew he would help me with anything, but maybe this would be too much to ask for.
“Petey….” He began. I sighed.
“I need your help regarding Jackson.”
“What is it this time? Need me to stalk him again? Because it was so much fun last time I stalked him for hours, I wouldn’t mind acting like a stalker again. All the fun. Best timeever.”
