“sponge bath,” mate, not “Spongebob.” And I intend to give you one, when the time is right. Sadly, I’ve no sponge, so my tongue will have to do.
Brodie let out a soft gasp. His skin prickled all over, and he felt suddenly weakened and invigorated at the same time.
“Too much?” Duncan asked without looking at him. “I can delete it if you want.”
Deleting the reply wouldn’t change the fact it had been sent to everyone else who’d already posted a comment. But it would do a certain amount of damage control.
Then again, this page and countless others were filled with straight couples’ flirtations, both real and mock. Why couldn’t he and Duncan share a harmless bit of banter? This was why Brodie had come to Glasgow—to find love and lust and everything in between, all without fear.
Before he could lose his nerve, he replied.
Brodie Campbell: I think after a tongue bath we’d both end up filthier instead of cleaner.
Duncan’s tablet chirped. He checked it, then laughed out loud. “Good one, mate,” he said, keeping his back to Brodie. Then he set the device aside and returned to his notes.
“That’s it?” Brodie asked. “You’re letting me have the last word?”
“Nope.” Duncan chewed the end of his pen, then scribbled on his notepad. “Just letting you simmer.”
All day, between bouts of studying, eating—and in Brodie’s case, napping—they maintained their flirtatious Facebook patter with hourly updates. Others had noticed, posting dozens of replies that fell into two general camps: “LOL” and “STFU.” It had been a proper lark, easing their revision-week boredom. Still, Brodie couldn’t tell if that’s all it was.
Are you as confused and turned on as I am? he wondered that night as his gaze bored into the back of Duncan’s skull. Give me a sign.
“Who’s Clyde?” Duncan asked.
Brodie shook his head, which was already pounding from eyestrain. “Sorry?”
“Is there a Clyde at the library?”
“He’s the mouse in Level Ten. Why?”
“Erm…you’d better have a look at the Spotted main page.”
Brodie opened his Facebook app to see a new anonymous post.
To Brodie and Duncan, the callous bastards who hijacked my sincere post to my ex-boyfriend: I envy you two. It must be nice not to know what love is, to never feel the pain when the person you want more than anything in the world won’t even look at you, much less touch you again. Wherever you are, all I wish is that ONE DAY SOON you’ll know what it’s like.
Brodie swallowed as he tapped the Read More… link to see the rest of the post:
Also, if I ever spot you cocksuckers in this library again, I will knock you both flat and introduce Clyde to your rectal cavities.
He looked at Duncan. “I felt sorry for her until that last part.”
“I’m going to apologize. I’ll say that you mistook her post for one by me about you—which is true—and that I played along. That I pretended the post was mine to spare you the awkwardness of your mistake.”
“That makes me sound pathetic.”
“I could say her post was so beautiful that I wished it was mine.” He met Brodie’s eyes. “I could say it felt like something I could’ve written.”
Brodie shivered inside. He wanted to ask if that were true, but feared the answer would be a laugh and an Of course not!
“I can’t let you lie.” Brodie quickly thumbed in a response to the new post.
Brodie Campbell: Sorry. :(
Duncan glanced at his tablet. “‘Sorry frowny face’?”
“I feel vaguely bad, and nothing expresses that like ‘Sorry frowny face.’”
“Aye, but now if I say ‘Sorry frowny face,’ it’ll look like we’re mocking her.”
“Then come up with something better. You are, after all, the lead bastard cocksucker.”
“Hey! At least I’m not a Bed Hog,” he said, kicking the side of Brodie’s mattress.
“Then you’re part of the Bed-Hog Police, which is arguably worse.”
“Fair point.” Duncan scooted his
Brodie let out a soft gasp. His skin prickled all over, and he felt suddenly weakened and invigorated at the same time.
“Too much?” Duncan asked without looking at him. “I can delete it if you want.”
Deleting the reply wouldn’t change the fact it had been sent to everyone else who’d already posted a comment. But it would do a certain amount of damage control.
Then again, this page and countless others were filled with straight couples’ flirtations, both real and mock. Why couldn’t he and Duncan share a harmless bit of banter? This was why Brodie had come to Glasgow—to find love and lust and everything in between, all without fear.
Before he could lose his nerve, he replied.
Brodie Campbell: I think after a tongue bath we’d both end up filthier instead of cleaner.
Duncan’s tablet chirped. He checked it, then laughed out loud. “Good one, mate,” he said, keeping his back to Brodie. Then he set the device aside and returned to his notes.
“That’s it?” Brodie asked. “You’re letting me have the last word?”
“Nope.” Duncan chewed the end of his pen, then scribbled on his notepad. “Just letting you simmer.”
All day, between bouts of studying, eating—and in Brodie’s case, napping—they maintained their flirtatious Facebook patter with hourly updates. Others had noticed, posting dozens of replies that fell into two general camps: “LOL” and “STFU.” It had been a proper lark, easing their revision-week boredom. Still, Brodie couldn’t tell if that’s all it was.
Are you as confused and turned on as I am? he wondered that night as his gaze bored into the back of Duncan’s skull. Give me a sign.
“Who’s Clyde?” Duncan asked.
Brodie shook his head, which was already pounding from eyestrain. “Sorry?”
“Is there a Clyde at the library?”
“He’s the mouse in Level Ten. Why?”
“Erm…you’d better have a look at the Spotted main page.”
Brodie opened his Facebook app to see a new anonymous post.
To Brodie and Duncan, the callous bastards who hijacked my sincere post to my ex-boyfriend: I envy you two. It must be nice not to know what love is, to never feel the pain when the person you want more than anything in the world won’t even look at you, much less touch you again. Wherever you are, all I wish is that ONE DAY SOON you’ll know what it’s like.
Brodie swallowed as he tapped the Read More… link to see the rest of the post:
Also, if I ever spot you cocksuckers in this library again, I will knock you both flat and introduce Clyde to your rectal cavities.
He looked at Duncan. “I felt sorry for her until that last part.”
“I’m going to apologize. I’ll say that you mistook her post for one by me about you—which is true—and that I played along. That I pretended the post was mine to spare you the awkwardness of your mistake.”
“That makes me sound pathetic.”
“I could say her post was so beautiful that I wished it was mine.” He met Brodie’s eyes. “I could say it felt like something I could’ve written.”
Brodie shivered inside. He wanted to ask if that were true, but feared the answer would be a laugh and an Of course not!
“I can’t let you lie.” Brodie quickly thumbed in a response to the new post.
Brodie Campbell: Sorry. :(
Duncan glanced at his tablet. “‘Sorry frowny face’?”
“I feel vaguely bad, and nothing expresses that like ‘Sorry frowny face.’”
“Aye, but now if I say ‘Sorry frowny face,’ it’ll look like we’re mocking her.”
“Then come up with something better. You are, after all, the lead bastard cocksucker.”
“Hey! At least I’m not a Bed Hog,” he said, kicking the side of Brodie’s mattress.
“Then you’re part of the Bed-Hog Police, which is arguably worse.”
“Fair point.” Duncan scooted his
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