No evidence
Felix
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The game was about to start. I wasn't the biggest fan of basketball, but when the LA Lakers and the Chicago Bulls played, even I got carried away in the game. Kent, unlike myself, was a die hard Lakers fan, so he was absolutely buzzing.
The coffee table in front of the TV was littered with pizza boxes, opened cans of beer, cigarette butts, and Kent's lucky charms: a Lakers scarf and a keychain souvenir he bought the first time he saw them play live when he was a kid. I wasn't superstitious so I didn't understand why he had to have those objects every single time he watched them play, but I did find it amusing.
"Here's the deal: if you didn't like the Lakers' young core but also thought they gave up too much for ad, didn't like their signings after Kawhi chose the Clippers, and didn't like last year's free agents but also don't like moving on from them in favor of Westbrook... You're threading a needle, man." Said Kent, downing his beer.
I let him ramble on, barely paying attention to half of it. With him I had to be prepared to argue til exhaustion when talking about NBA, and since I wasn't interested in doing that, I just smiled and nodded.
The game finally started, the players running back and forth on the field, passing, dribbling, dodging. Every time our team scored, we'd high five and make a little celebration. It was really easy to be carried away by Kent's energy and passion for the sport.
"Oh man what are you doing?! Run!" He'd shout to the TV as if the players could hear him. I'd just sit back and laugh at his bulging eyes and popping veins.
My phone buzzed inside my back pocket. I grabbed it without taking my eyes from the screen. When I glanced at it lightning fast so I wouldn't miss a single pass in the game and saw Blair's name on the screen, my immediate instinct was to lock the phone, make the screen turn black. I looked at Kent to see if he had seen anything, but his eyes hadn't left the TV for a second.
I silently sighed in relief and leaned back on the couch so the phone would be out of Kent's eye view. I opened the message discretely and read it.
BLAIR: Enjoying your Sunday night?
I smiled, secretly happy that he was thinking of me even when we were apart.
FELIX: Watching the Lakers game, so yes. You?
BLAIR: Doing some reading for my favorite lecture, so yes.
I hid a smirk. Thank God Kent had his eyes glued on the game and didn't give a shit about me.
BLAIR: Just so you know, I haven't opened the box.
BLAIR: Even though I'm dying to know what's inside.
My heart skipped a beat. I was so excited for tomorrow morning I wouldn't be able to sleep in anticipation. He was going to lose his mind.
FELIX: You texted me to hear some words of encouragement?
I expected him to text right away, but he made me wait. In the meantime, the LAL scored and Kent shouted in jubilation.
BLAIR: I was hoping I could convince you to tell me what it is.
I bit my lip. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, already anticipating what was coming. He used the same tactic when I refused to tell him what the meeting with Mr Turner was about, and look how it ended.
FELIX: Kent's here. Don't do anything stupid.
FELIX: I'm not telling you anything.
I put the phone away, determined not say anything else. I focused on the game, drinking my beer. To my surprise, I didn't feel my phone buzz for a few minutes, so I thought he had abandoned all mischievous ideas.
I was wrong, obviously.
When I felt my phone vibrate I literally swallowed hard.
I had a strong gut feeling of what I was going to find when I unlocked the phone.
I leaned back again, making sure Kent couldn't see anything even if he turned to face me. I debated whether I should open the message or not, if it was too risky or not, but I wasn't strong enough to stop myself.
BLAIR: Maybe this will change your mind.
My mouth fell open, my eyes bulged out of their sockets, the room between my legs suddenly got slightly smaller.
Unlike the first photo he sent me in that black lace underwear, his chest was uncovered this time. He took the picture of himself in front of a mirror, his face concealed. He was standing in a sensual pose, sticking out his hip, grabbing one of his pecs and squeezing it. He was wearing white briefs, cotton from the looks of it. It made him look so innocent, yet his upper body was another story.
I looked at the TV, at Kent, then back at my phone. If only my friend knew what was happening right under his nose.
FELIX: I'm starting to think sending nudes is your kink, Mr De Montmorency.
He ignored my comment, which only confirmed it was probably true.
BLAIR: Just make sure Kent doesn't see your hard on.
I looked down at myself. Still no damning evidence, so I was safe. Besides, Kent was so engrossed in the game that he wouldn't turn around.
To my demise, Blair sent another photo. My heartbeat skyrocketed. I immediately got up and turned away from Kent, pretending I was walking to to the fridge. He knew exactly how to make me hard.
The photo didn't show much nudity. What it did show, however, was his hand inside his white briefs. It was impossible not to imagine him touching himself while thinking of me, softly calling my name.
I drank a cold glass of water while pushing my dick down over my pants, trying to control it.
FELIX: You have no idea what's coming to you for this behavior.
I wasn't kidding. What was inside that box was probably enough to make him think twice before taunting me this way again, but if that wasn't enough, I already had in mind a few ideas to punish him.
Maybe I could tie him down. Maybe I could simply deny him any orgasms. Maybe instead of pinching him I could try something a little rougher...
Were these thoughts a consequence of his teasing photos? Was he really making me fantazise?
Felix, get it together.
I made my way back to the couch to watch the remaining fifteen minutes of the game before the halftime comercial break. I put on my best poker face as Kent and I discussed the first part of the game.
"I'mma take a leak." Said Kent, getting up and walking towards the bathroom. "This game got me stressed man!"
Just to be sure I wouldn't be tempted again, I turned off my phone, putting it far away from me.
"Hey Kent!" I called. "Hurry up, it's about to start."
As I took a swing of my beer, Kent walked out of the bathroom. He had a worried expression on his face.
"What's up mate?" I asked. "I know the game is neck a neck, but a lot can change in the second half."
Kent didn't reply, simply extending his hand to me and opening it.