23 | L(G)BTQ | Super into guys who are manly asf and lack manners for some reason (burping, huge appetite, messy, bellies, armpits, no showering, dominant)
Synopsis: things are starting to get a little more intimate between Jared and Trystan. Perhaps a bit of a bromance is developing... or could it even be something more?
While no longer living with his girlfriend had its many positivesāeating all the junk food he wanted, never having to do laundry, lazing about in his underpants all dayāthere was one thing in particular that Trystan missed: sex.
Of course, he had ways to satisfy that hunger. It wasn't quite as good on his own, but it did the job.
One afternoon, when Jared had gone out to go grocery shopping, Trystan had decided to make the most of the empty house by hooking his laptop up to the TV and watching some porn on the big screen. He had set himself up nicely and was just getting into a good rhythm when the door opened.
'I'm such an idiot, bro, I forgot my phoneā¦' Jared trailed off as he realised what Trystan was doing.
'Uhā¦' Trystan, dick still in hand, craned his head back to look at Jared.
But Jared wasn't looking at him.
'Yo, that's hot,' he said, eyes fixed on the TV screen. 'Damn, look at her ass.' He let out a low whistle of appreciation. 'Do you mind if I join?'
Trystan felt a wave of relief wash over him. 'Yeah, sure.'
Jared at down next to him and unzipped his jeans, letting out his cock which was already straining against the fabric of his underpants. Jared gently rubbed it through the cloth, mouth agape as he watched the actors on the screen engage in unspeakable acts. He reached across to squeeze some lube onto his palm before sticking his hand down his pants. His tongue ran across the edge of his teeth, his breaths grew heavier.
Trystan had never jerked off with someone else before. There was something about the communal experience of it, like the two of them were bonded through their shared desire and parallel pleasure. He found himself glancing over at Jared almost as much as he was looking at the TV, his face a mirror of his own, alight with hunger and ecstasy.
At one point, the two of them locked eyes with each other by chance. A frisson of energy passed between them. Jared's eyes flicked down to Trystan's cock and then back up to his eyes.
'Here,' he said. 'Let me give you a hand.'
Trystan lifted his hand away and let Jared take hold of his dick. He began to work the shaft and caressed the tip with a the deft skill of someone who'd had years of experience.
Trystan felt his breath catch in his throat and a shiver ran down his spine, but Jared seemed to know exactly how hard to go without pushing him all the way to the edge. Emboldened, Trystan reached out to take Jared's cock and started to jerk him off as well.
Jared gasped softly and drew a ragged breath, closing his eyes momentarily before directing them back at the screen where the actress was being fucked with ever-increasing intensity and speed. The two of them began to time their motions with the thrusts of their actors, moving in sync with each other.
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'
'Ahhh! Fuck! I'm coming!'
Cum shot out of their respective dicks, splattering onto the floor in sticky, white strands.
It was a while before either of them could recover the energy to speak.
'Phewā¦'
'Hah, hah, hahā¦'
'That wasā¦ niceā¦' Jared managed. He wiped some cum off on the edge of the couch.
'Yeah,' Trystan agreed, letting out another sigh. With the euphoria of the moment now having worn off, he felt a little embarrassed and cleared his throat. 'It's notā¦ I meanā¦ what we just didā¦'
'That's not gay,' Jared said, finishing Trystan's thought. 'That's just, you know, a bro helping a bro out.'
'Yeah, exactly,' Trystan agreed. He smiled. 'Maybe I should get your help more often, you really knew what you were doing there.'
Jared laughed. 'Ha! Yeah. And I could say the same about you.' He smiled back. 'I guess a guy know how best to please a guy, right?'
That evening, they'd returned back to the couch to watch a game of football. The sexual tension from earlier had faded away, the only sign of it being the cum stains on the couch.
Trystan had his feet up on the coffee table, the soles of the socks he had been wearing for a week straight turning black, as he slouched down until he was almost horizontal. On his stomach he rested a dish of nachos that he lazily grazed at.
'Come on!' Jared yelled, tossing a corn chip at the TV. 'How did that get a free kick?' He slumped back into the cushions and took a swig of his beer. 'Stupid umpireā¦'
The two of them, miraculously, both followed the same team, and this was a big game against their long-time rivals who were ahead of them on the ladder. It was the final quarter and the scores were close. They watched as the opposing team's player took a kick, the ball sailing through the air but bouncing off the goal posts.
'Fuck, that was close,' Jared muttered. 'If they'd gotten a goalā¦'
Eventually, one of their team's players got the ball and lined up for a kickā¦ which completely missed.
Trystan trawled his fingers through the melted cheese and minced meat (which were the only real ingredients in the nachos since they didn't have any vegetables in the fridge). 'I could kick better than that,' he said, fishing out a corn chip and lowering it into his mouth. A glob of the topping dropped onto his t-shirt. He scooped it up with his finger, leaving an orange-brown stain, and licked his fingers clean.
'Yeah right,' Jared scoffed. He poked Trystan's love handles that were visible due to his shirt having rolled up. 'When was the last time you went on the field.'
'You're one to talk,' Trystan said, turning his head to look at the beer gut starting to form around Jared's middle.
Jared rubbed a hand over his belly. 'Yeah, I guess all this junk food's been adding upā¦ I should get back to the gym and start on a diet or something, but who can be fucked doing all that?'
'I know I can't.' Trystan smiled. 'Honestly, the best thing about moving out has been the fact I can eat whatever I want and as much as I want.' He picked at a blob of congealed cheese off the side of the dish and ate it. 'It's the simple pleasures, you know?'
Just then, he felt his guts gurgle.
On the topic of simple pleasuresā¦ he thought.
PFffffrrrrrRRRRTTT!
'Ahhā¦' he sighed as the fart escape his bowels. It was a beautiful, natural feeling of release and one he no longer had to stifle.
'Nice one,' Jared said.
Trystan picked up his beer bottle and clinked it against Jared's. 'Cheers.'
'It has a good, eggy stink,' Jared said, wafting the air and sniffing deeply. 'It'd be all that cheese and meat, lots of protein.'
Trystan drank his beer and returned his attention to the game. Things weren't going great: the opposing team had clawed a few points back and were now in the lead.
He drained the bottle and let it drop to the ground where it clinked against the pile of empty bottles he'd accumulated over the course of the match.
'Belllchhā¦'
With the last of his nachos now finished, Trystan pushed aside the tray and sat back up to properly watch the screen. His head was a little fuzzy from the alcohol, and the sudden movement made him a little dizzy, but he wasn't so drunk he couldn't follow what was going on.
And it was a good thing he could: one of their team's players had managed to mark the ball and kicked it over to another player who was readying himself to take a kick.
'Come on!' Jared yelled at the TV as if the player could hear him. 'Focus mate, focus!'
They both leaned forward in anticipation, waiting to see what would happen. The outcome of the game depended on this. As the player's foot hit the ball, the siren blared. Trystan felt his heart beat faster: if it missed, there would be no second chance.
Time seemed to slow as the little red ball soared across the field and passed cleanly between the goal posts.
Trystan and Jared jumped to their feet and started to scream.
'GOAL!'
'We won!'
Their team song began to play on the speakers as the crowd on TV celebrated along with them. The two men gave each other high fives and jumped about in joy.
Then Trystan kissed Jared.
It had seemed so natural, he hadn't really thought about it, and being drunk probably didn't help. It was only a little peck on the lips, nothing much, but it was still a kiss. The enormity of what he'd done took a moment to register, he'd shocked himself that he'd done it.
'Oh, ahā¦' he stuttered, stepping back.
'Didā¦ did weā¦?' Jared blinked.
Trystan stumbled as he tried to put some more distance between them. 'Sorry, I-I don't know what Iā¦' He cleared his throat. 'I-I think I've had a bit too much to drink,' he said, avoiding Jared's eyes. 'I mightā¦ uhā¦ go to bedā¦'
'Oh, uh, well in that case I should too.' Jared gestured to the couch. 'Since, er, this is your bed.'
'Oh, right, yeah.' Trystan realised he didn't have a bedroom to hide in until the awkwardness subsided. 'I'll, umā¦ see you in the morning?'
'Yeah, yeah,' Jared said. He held a fist up to his mouth to stifle a burp. 'Belch. See you then.'
Trystan flopped down onto the couch, his head landing where Jared had been sitting not long before. The pillow was still warm from his body. He closed his eyes as he listened to Jared's bedroom door close.
'Fuck,' he whispered to himself. 'Do I have a crush on my bro?'
Synopsis: Trystan has now moved in with Jared and life couldn't be sweeter. After all, what's better than living with your best bro?
Trystan was living the dream.
He almost couldn't believe how great sharing an apartment with Jared was. He felt like a teenager who'd been given permission to do whatever he wanted with no responsibilities; the sense of untrammelled freedom was a heady rush and it felt so fucking good.
He woke up, as he had every day the past week, late.
'YA-aawwnā¦' He stretched his shoulders back, feeling the joints click. Jared only had the one bed, and the couch wasn't the most comfortable of places to sleep, but Trystan was happy to put up with it.
He propped himself up on his elbow and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He'd been up lateāagaināgaming with Jared, but while sleep was tempting, his stomach was begging to be fed.
He wandered into the kitchen, scratching his arse crack through the threadbare boxers he wore as pyjamas (which Stacey had tried repeatedly to get him to throw away despite how comfy they were) and rummaged through the pantry for any food. The clock on the wall read 1 PM, but Trystan didn't pay it any heed as he grabbed a box of Frosted Sugar Flakes off the shelf and poured himself a bowl. He lumbered over to the fridge, looking for some milk, but the only bottle in there had the consistency of yoghurt and smelt sour.
'Ergh,' he grimaced, screwing the lid on and putting it back into the fridge. 'There's gotta be something I can useā¦'
His eyes landed on a can of beer.
Why not? he thought. There was no one to tell him he couldn't, after all.
He cracked it open, poured it into the bowl and spooned some into his mouth.
'This doesn't taste as great as I thought it wouldā¦' he muttered to himself through a mouthful of cereal. He shrugged, and kept eating because, well, he was hungry and didn't have anything better to eat.
Just then, Jared entered the room. He had already been up for a few hours now because he worked from homeāsome sort of IT or programming job, Trystan couldn't remember which and since they didn't waste time with boring small talk like "how was your day?" he'd never bothered to ask.
'Yo,' Jared said, sticking his head into the fridge.
'Mfph,' Trystan replied mid-chew.
Jared pulled out a box of Chinese take-away, gave it a sniff to check it was all right, and tossed it into the microwave. The two of them sat in an amiable silence while it heated up. Suddenly there was a sound like a cross between a spit and a bang that came from the microwave. Jared hopped up and opened the door to find his food steaming, the walls inside the machine splattered with sauce.
'Damn, that's hot!' he said, gingerly poking his finger at the box. He pulled his food out, closing the door on the mess that was left behind to join the other stains and gunk from meals gone by.
Blowing on it, he grabbed a fork and began to chow down.
'When Trystan was done with his cereal, he tilted the bowl to his mouth, draining the remaining sugar-sweetened beer, and licked his lips.
'Belch, ah. That hit the spot.' He went over to the sink and added his bowl and spoon to the growing pile of dirty dishes that had accumulated in it.
Trystan scarfed down the last of his noodles, tossing the empty box to the side of the table and wiping his mouth on the already dirty table cloth. 'I've got another half hour for my lunch break,' he said. 'Did you wanna play some more of that Cry of Destiny campaign mission we started last night?'
'You can set it up,' Trystan said. 'I just need to take a leak.'
Being as it was his first piss of the day, Trystan's bladder was pretty full. He let out a jet of urine into the toilet bowl, the stream hissing and hitting the water with a loud splash. In his half drowsy, mildly drunk state, his aim was a bit off: some of it hit the rim of the bowl and dripped down to the tiled floor. But he didn't care. After all, it was just a bit of piss. It's a toilet anyway, it's supposed to get dirty, so why would you bother cleaning it up?
When he was done, he shook out the last few dribbles of urine. A droplet landed on his hand, but he just wiped it off on his underpants. Tucking his dick back inside his waistband, he turned and headed to the living room without flushing, let alone washing his hands.
Jared was slouched on the couch and slid over to give Trystan room to sit. Next to him was a pile of snacks and drinks for their gaming session: even if it was only going to be half an hour, they still needed the right fuel.
'Here!' He tossed him the controller.
Trystan caught it and flopped down onto the cushion. 'OK, let's play,' he said. 'And pass me a can of Red Bull and some of those Doritos.'
All set up, the two of them began the game. Completely focused on the campaign, they were perfectly in sync.
'Nice cover,' Jared said as Trystan blasted one of the enemy soldiers.
'Noāurpāworries,' Trystan replied, finishing off his can of energy drink.
Jared nudged Trystan's knee. 'What was that?'
'What?'
'That burp. It was piss weak.' He smirked. 'Let me show you how a real man belches.'
Jared paused the game and sat up straight. He took a few deep breaths in, swallowing down the air into his stomach, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. Then, he opened his mouth wide and let it all rush out.
'BEEE-eeellllchHH!'
He sighed with pleasure and gave Trystan a wink. 'Beat that.'
'Oh, I will.' He'd mastered the art of burping on command at the tender age of seven, and wasn't going to let Jared show him up. He took a deep gulp of air in, feeling it slide down his oesophagus and into his gut, then forced it back up. He worked his jaw, modulating the flow of air to achieve a fine vibrato.
'BO-AUUUURrrrRRRRrrrRRRPPP!'
But Jared was ready with his response.
'BURRR-OUUrrrrrrrpp!'
'BA-EEELLLLllllch!'
'BAURRrrrr-ellLCH!'
'Burrrrrrr-urrr-ARRRP!'
They went back and forth, each trying to outdo the other in loudness and grossness.
Eventually, Jared paused. 'Give me a secā¦'
He closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and then inhaled air slowly and methodically into his stomach. After what seemed to be an impossibly long time, he let it out.
'BEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRR-ARR-ELLLLCCCCHHHHH!'
Trystan was blown away, almost literally.
'Woahā¦'
He'd finally met someone who could challenge him for the title of King of Burps. He looked into Jared's eyes, awestruck. A strange feeling flashed through his veins and he could've sworn he felt his dick twitch.
Jared, too, seemed a little flustered. He quickly looked at his phone.
'Damn, is that the time?' he stuttered. 'I better, ah, get back to work. Yeah.' He motioned clumsily at the TV screen. 'Sorry we didn't get to finish the campaign.'
'No, uh, stress,' Trystan replied.
He held out his fist. After a split-second pause, Jared bumped his own fist against it, smiling.
'See ya when I'm done with work, bro.'
'Later, bro.'
Arthur hated Andy. His crass jokes. His home haircut (a blue and red overgrown mullet with one section shaved close because he got gum stuck in his hair like a child). His stained thrift store wife beaters and bowling shirts that didnāt cover his belly. The way heād pat his stomach after every oversized burp. But unfortunately they were roommates and Andy was an Olympic champion at ignoring polite social cues so here he was standing watch while Andy rooted through a dumpster.
āHey Arthur! *BUU-uurrrpP* I found something!ā
With surprising athleticism Andy pulled himself over the dumpster and walked to where he was standing. In his hands was a sealed bag of computer parts. Hard drives, motherboards, cabling. The nerd inside of him was vibrating with excitement. But heād learned to be more measured in adulthood. āThank you Andy. Iām sure you need some of it for your projects but Iāll make good use of the rest in the repair shop.ā He took the bag as Andy dove back in. ā Everything but the blank hard drives are yours I need the blank ones for a new project.ā He could show Andy how to wipe a hard drive. It would be easy. But every moment with him torture.
Arthur was in his workshop doing the final clean on a laptop. As he reached for a Q-tip to detail clean the keys he heard his bell ring and the signature smack of a flip flop. ā Hey Arthur. I need to borrow a can of WD-40. The ones in the hardware store are like 20 bucks now and my wholesaler wonāt pick up my calls.ā Arthur wordlessly tossed him a can. Frustratingly Arthurās tech repair store and Andyās emporium of gimmicks with screens were one block away from each other so atleast once a day Andy would waddle over to either borrow something or give Arthur greasy junk food he always politely accepted then threw out. Just once he wanted to scream in his face that his shop was a farce and any food he would willingly shovel down was disgustingly unhealthy.
It was a warm day. Arthur had been shut in his workshop rushing jobs to afford his half of the AC (admittedly he used much more AC than Andy) and he just wanted to watch one episode of his favourite documentary before settling into the second shift of cleaning, paperwork, showering, going to the gym and making a healthy dinner. But there was Andy home early from work. He was watching some dumb cartoon in his underwear with his hand scratching his junk, surrounded by fast food wrappers and he stank not slight summer B.O but the overwhelming stench of a man who didnāt shower or change his clothes. He farted and his belly jiggled.Arthur felt sick. ā Andy could I please have use of the living room for the next 45 minutes. Iāve had a long day and I would like to watch some television.ā Preferably without being able to smell you. He waited for Andy to answer. āSorry bro but I had a long day too. And remember everything is first come first serve. Thatās how you got the bigger room.ā Arthur slunk off dejected to the kitchen to make his evening meal. Another night exclusively of chores.
It was a Saturday. The weather had only gotten hotter. Arthur felt the sweat drip down his back as he soldered a part together. Heād ran out of water at 10am. It was 2pm. He finished the part and went to bathroom to wet his face to cool down. He looked a mess. His shirt had come untucked. His glasses were slipping. He was damp all over with sweat. He cleaned himself up then went back into the shop to find Andy holding two open beers. One full one half empty.
āJesus Christ dude you look as hot as I feel*BUUURRP*. Here.ā
It looked ice cold. He was desperate. Surely it was better than dying of dehydration? He took it and took a sip. It was refreshing. Cold, bitter and strong. He couldnāt stop himself. He chugged until his stomach gurgled. āThank you Andrew I actually ran out of *BUuuUUURRRrrrpp* Iām so sorry excuse me that was disgusting.ā Arthur couldnāt remember the last time he burped. He didnāt think he ever burped. But just now heād done the loudest burp heād ever heard. He was terrified. āBro that was awesome! That was a grade A manly-beer-burp.ā Arthur took another sip. He didnāt get complimented that often.
When he returned home there was no hiding it. He was a puddle of sweat with a man in the middle. He returned to Andy parked on the couch as per usual. He brushed it off and headed straight to the fridge for a bottle of water. Heād ran out. āAndy did you take my water?ā āI donāt drink that shit.ā He looked in the fridge at the very well stocked shelf of various beers. Heād sighed and closed it then went to get a glass of tap water. The tap water tasted of chemicals and punishment. He took a sip then another sip. He tried to make himself like it. He poured it down the sink and grabbed a beer. First come first served right? It wasnāt Andyās beer. He just liked beer more. He sipped the beer as he tried to do his tasks but he just couldnāt. It was too warm. His designated armchair next to the infested couch was too inviting. Heād never drank before and he wasnāt hungry during his lunch so he was pretty tipsy. He slumped into his armchair and tried to read but the words swirled on the page. Andy smirked ājust watch TV. Itās too hot to do anything.ā It was. He agreed. It was just all too much.
It was 8pm. He was five beers deep. āI wish I didnāt have to cook. But healthy food doesnāt make itself.ā
āIt doesnāt. *BUURRP* But delicious takeout is a click away.ā
āTakeout is too fattening.ā
āCome on *BUURRPP* youāve already had like 1200 calories in beerā *BUUURRRP*
āWHAT. This beer has 240 calories EACH!!! No wonder youāre so fat. Sorry.ā
āNah *BUUURRP* itās cool I know im fat. Iād rather *BUUURRP* be fat than *BUUURRRPP* miserable.ā
āFair enough *burp* being healthy takes up so much time.ā
āPizza?ā
āFuck it why not.ā
The rest of night and the weekend passed by a blur. More beer. Pizza. Ice cream. Burping. Undoing his trousers. At some point cannabis came out erasing the last part of his mind that cared about being polite. His shirt came off. More beer. He started farting. It felt good. He felt himself melting into the couch. His own B.O mixed with Andyās. He felt his brain slip further. He didnāt care. More takeout. His trousers came off while Andy rubbed his bloated middle. The cartoons on TV blurred together. They were all loud and stupid and fun. He scratched his ass. Andy suggested dumpster diving on Monday and he agreed. They farted at the same time and fist bumped. Andy started picking his nose. Arthur spat on the floor. Being crass and gross felt good.
āThat huge guy lifting those big fucking weights? Yeah I can hear him, and smell him too.ā
āImagine how much pressure there is built up in that gut of his. Wish I could lift like himā¦ burp like himā¦ stink like himā¦ā
āYou NEED to talk to him bro. Find out what he puts in his protein shake, there must be something wicked in there. Weāre smelling like a perfume shop over here.ā
āYeah, Iāll go over and ask him. We NEED to reek like him, weāre just embarrassing ourselves.ā
āHey bro. Hey! Excuse me!ā
BUUUUUUUUURRRRP!
āHey! Sorry to interrupt! I just need toāā
OOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRP!
āI JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHATāS IN YOUR PROTEIN SHAKE!ā
BUURRP! UUUURRP! BWOOOOORRRP!
āThanks dude, youāre too kind. Bro! He let me try some of his protein shake.ā
āBro, thatās sweet. God, look at your gut, itās so fucking bloated already man.ā
āYeah, broāhicāI feel amaāhicāzing. Iām so heavy andāhicābloated. What was in thaāUUUUUUURRRP!ā
This is a story I've been wanting to write for probably over a year now but I keep working on other projects instead. I've decided to finally get started on it.
Synopsis: At heart, Trystan is a lazy slob, but his girlfriend Stacey is always nagging him to 'grow up' and stop living like a teenager. One day, he meets Jared, a guy who is just like him, and the two quickly become friends.
It was a Saturday afternoon and Trystan was spending it as he always did: playing video games.
'Take that!' he yelled at the screen. His fingers flitted across the controller with lightning reflexes as his character fired at hordes of enemy soldiers. He was just about to clear the level whenā¦
'Fuck! Fuck!' He jabbed at the buttons in a panic. 'Fuck! I've run out of ammo! Shit!'
GAME OVER
'FUCK!'
He slumped down onto the couch, dejected, and picked up his can of Coke, taking a sip.
As he silently fumed about his loss, Stacey entered the room, looking concerned.
'Is something wrong?' she asked, raising an eyebrow. 'I heard yelling.'
She looked over to the TV screen and, putting two and two together, she frowned.
'Oh, it's that video game again.' She tutted. 'You really need to get other hobbies. Maybe ones that don't involve screaming at a screen.'
Trystan rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time he'd heard this lecture from his girlfriend. 'Yeah, yeah, I knowā¦' He tilted his head back, draining the last of his soft drink. 'Bellch!'
Stacey scrunched her nose. 'Excuse you,' she said. 'And maybe think about cutting back on those sugary drinks. Your metabolism won't keep up with it forever.'
He crunched the can in his fist and dropped it onto the couch. 'OK,' he said, hoping she'd stop bugging him so he could get back to his gaming in peace.
But Stacey wasn't finished. 'Aren't you going to throw that in the recycling?'
'I will,' he said, eyes glued to the TV again as he navigated the game's menu. 'In a minute.'
She crossed her arms. 'Listen, Trystanā¦' She paused, trying to put her words in order. 'I don't want to be a painā¦ but we've been together since high school and I don't think you've had a steady job the entire time.'
'I keep telling you, the job market's shit right now.' He flicked between two weapon options, weighing up which was better. 'I'll find one eventually.'
'You keep saying that, about everything, that you'll just "get around to it later"." She moved in front of the TV, blocking Trystan's view. 'But "later" never seems to come. You're still living like a teenager at the age of 23. It's time you grew up, took responsibility, came up with a plan for your future.'
Trystan groaned. 'You're sounding like my mum,' he said, putting down his controller. 'Can't I just live my life how I want to?'
Stacie breathed in, preparing herself for a rebuttal, but then let it out as a sigh. 'You know what? Let's save this conversation for when you're in a better headspace. I'm going out to do the shopping for dinner.' She began to walk out the door. 'Someone around here needs to be the adult.'
Trystan sighed He knew when Stacey was trying to make him feel guilty and he didn't want this turning into a grudge. 'Hey,' he called after her. 'You stay. I'll go buy the groceries.'
Stacey smiled at this olive branch. 'Thank you. I'll give you the shopping list.'
As Trystan walked back to his car, arms laden with shopping bags, he passed the video game store.
I'm sure Stacey won't mind if I'm a little late. I'll just take a quick peakā¦
As he browsed the aisles, looking over the latest releases, he saw the new edition of Warblaster Ultimate. There was only one copy left and as he reached out his hand for it, it was plucked off the shelf by someone else.
'Oh, sorry! Did you want this?'
Trystan looked up to see a young man, probably about his age, holding the case out to him. For a moment, his mind drifted off as he took in the guy's features: a messy mop of brown hair; dark, friendly eyes and a similarly lanky figure as his own.
Realising he hadn't said anything in reply, he stuttered before replying with a mumbled 'Yeah.'
'You take it then,' the guy said. 'You were here before me, I just ran up when I saw it and didn't even notice you.' He smiled bashfully, combing his fingers through his hair.
'Nah, it's all good,' Trystan replied, taking the game.
'Have you played the original version?' the guy asked.
'You bet! It's awesome!' Trystan looked down at the game in his hand. 'I missed out on the Definitive Edition, but I've heard the Definitive Edition Plus is even better than that, especially the graphics.'
'And there's that exclusive DLC!' the guy shook his head. 'Ah! I want to play it so bad, but it's been sold out everywhere. I guess I'll just have to order it onlineā¦'
Trystan offered the game back to him. 'Here, you can keep it.'
'Really?'
'Yeah. I was just having a look at it. My girlfriend would have a fit if she knew I was spending money on another version of a game I already own.'
The guy smiled. 'You're awesome bro!' He pulled Trystan in for a bear hug, thumping him on the shoulder. 'Tell you what,' he said. 'You can come over to my place and we can play it together.' He put his hand out. 'I'm Jared, by the way.'
'Trystan.'
The two shook hands.
'All right!' Jared grinned. 'Let me give you my phone number and you can text me the dates you're free.'
'Oh? Where are you going?' Stacey asked, putting down the book she was reading.
Trystan pulled on his jacket and picked up his keys. 'To visit a friend.'
Stacey pouted. 'I thought you and I could spend some time togetherā¦'
'Sorry.' Trystan shrugged. 'I made plans. I can't cancel on him now.'
'It's OK,' Stacey said with a sigh and picking her book up again. 'At least you're doing something other than playing video games.'
Trystan chose not to correct her about that. 'See ya later!' he said, heading out the door.
'Have fun!'
'This should be the right placeā¦' Trystan said to himself, looking at the apartment complex's intercom buzzer. 'Let's seeā¦ where's the buttonā¦'
He double-checked the number on his phone and then pressed it. A tinny voice came from the speaker.
'That you Trystan?'
'Yeah, it's me.'
'Come on up.'
A buzz sounded and the door clicked open, allowing Trystan inside. Before long, he had made his way to Jared's apartment.
'Hey! Welcome bro!' Jared ushered him in. 'Come in, come in.'
Trystan looked around. The place was decently-sized, although the rooms were pretty sparse. Most of the free surfaces were cluttered with the odd piece of trash or laundry.
Jared picked up a T-shirt that had been left on the sofa. 'Sorry about the mess. I tried to do a quick tidy up before you arrived, but I'd let things build up and yeahā¦ I didn't have enough time.'
'Nah, bro, no stress,' Trystan said, dusting some crumbs off the cushion before he sat down. 'I can't criticise anyway: my girlfriend's always telling me off for being a slob myself.'
Jared laughed. 'Women, right? If it weren't for the fact I have to keep the place clean for when I invite chicks over, I'd probably live in a pigsty.'
He turned on the console and tossed Trystan a controller.
'You ready to play?'
'You bet!'
It was an engrossing game, especially because Jared was a worthy challenger for Trystan, and they were deep in the world of the video game, completely ignorant to the passage of time. They would probably have forgotten about dinner entirely if it weren't for a loud growl that came from Trystan's stomach.
'You sound like you're starving,' Jared said. 'Let's see what I've got to eat.'
They paused the game and went into the kitchen. Jared opened the fridge door and they were greeted with two six-packs of Monster energy drink, a bottle of beer and a half-eaten ham sandwich that wasn't looking pretty fresh (to put it mildly).
'Uh, sorry?' Jared gave an embarrassed and apologetic smile. 'I guess I was so excited about toight I kinda forgot to buy food.' He pulled out his phone and flicked through his home screen. 'Don't worry, I'll just order some pizza. There's a shop right around the corner, it'll be here in like two seconds. What topping do you want?'
'Hawaiian, for sure' Trystan said.
Jared looked from his phone with a grin. 'Dude. No way! That's what I was gonna get! It's my fave.'
'Mine too,' Trystan said. 'I don't care what people say about it not being traditional. They just haven't experienced the perfect combo of pineapple and ham.'
Jared chuckled as he submitted the order. 'We agree on video games and pizza toppings: the two most important things, am I right?'
'Yeah!' Trystan replied with a smirk.
Jared wasn't wrong about the speedy the delivery: after about ten minutes of placing the order they had their pizzas, freshly cooked, sitting on their laps.
'Mmm!' Trystan moaned. 'This is so good!'
Jared cracked open a can of soft drink and picked up a slice of pizza with his other hand. 'It's the best when it's so fresh!' He scarfed down the pizza and chased it down with a gulp of his drink. 'BEEELLLLLCCHHH! Phew!'
'Awesome bro!' Trystan said, holding out his hand for a high-five.
'Thank you!' Jared said, slapping the outstretched hand. 'Let's see what you can do.'
Trystan sculled his own drink and crushed the empty can on his forehead. He opened his mouth and let the gas out, contorting his jaw and lips to modulate the sound and tone.
'BWA-uuuuurrrrr-rrup!'
'Nice one!' Jared smiled.
Trystan let the crumpled can drop to the floor and continued to hoe into his food. It felt so nice hanging out with Jared, being able to just relax and be himself with no one to tell him to mind his manners or to keep his greasy fingers off the couch. It was so good that when the time came to head home, he wished he didn't have to leave.
'We need to hang out again sometime,' he said, standing in the doorway.
'Totally.' Jared nodded vigorously. 'We should make it a weekly thing.'
'Sounds cool!' Trystan gave Jordan a fist bump. 'Looking forward to it.'
On the ride back home, Trystan couldn't stop smiling. Finally, he'd found someone who he clicked with. It looked like this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
discoholicmusic
titsay
baratheonpilled
2087
tangentwithtanner
origamiaround
