*Sigh* Ian exclaims, as he checks his expectedly empty inbox.
What bothers him most though is the no text back from his dear friend, Ahmed.
Lately, if not always, he's been getting ghosted by him, It's driving him completely insane. They've been friends for so long and he doesn't even get a "hi"?! Ian isn't the type to confront people, so he shuts off his pc and rolls around in his blanket, bothered. But suddenly..
his doorbell rings.
Strange, he's not expecting anybody. He gets up and lazily walks towards the door, looking like a mess. He gently opens the door, finding..
his friend Ahmed?
A: "Sup, would ya mind letting me in? I gotta piss REAL bad right now.."
Ian hesitantly lets him inside, but only cause he has to piss. He sits on the couch, his arms crossed. He doesn't wanna confront Ahmed, but there's no avoiding it now that he's in his bathroom.
Ahmed eventually skips into the living room, looking as jolly as ever, while Ian is looking at him as if he just came back from frown town.
A: "What's up gang? You've been real quiet. Didn't even get a hello.."
I: "How should I feel then? You didn't reply to my texts!.." Ian snaps, he's been holding it in for too long.
A: "Dude, it's just texts. Aren't you happy I'm here? I've been busy, so now that I have a free day I thought I'd stop by.."
I: "Busy doing what? Fapping it to overwatch futa? I'm tired of you ghosting me. Visiting me won't take back the nights you've left me waiting for a text back."
A: "Jeez, are you that frustrated? Maybe you should fap too, releases the anger instead of overreacting over discord. But, seems like you often miss me.."
Ahmed walks over to Ian, extending his arms
A: "Cmon, you didn't even hug me at the door..I know ya want to.."
Ian reluctantly hugs him, but after what's not even two seconds he fully tightens the hug, he must've really missed him..
A: "I knew it..Were you that bothered over my ghosting?..You know i barely check my inbox.."
I: "Well..yeah. It sucks alright? You could've reassured me or something.."
Ahmed being the guy he is, gently slides his hand to Ian's waist as he's still hugging him, his hand slithering under the fabric of his shirt
A: "Well, it's never too late to make it up to you right?.."
Ian jolts a little at the touch, but doesn't pull away, avoiding eye contact
I: "Did you come here to get in my pants or something?"
A: "Nahh..just..wanted to eat the entirety of your fridge. But i wouldn't mind eating you instead.."
Ahmed nuzzles Ian's neck, planting gentle kisses on it, testing the waters. He doesn't wanna lose a nutsack today. Ian eventually gives in, hell, how can he say no to him? He's been wanting him so bad and now he can't just pull away.
I: "..Fine, I'll let you, but i'll be the one to judge if it's enough to make up for everything.."
Ian states, but it's clearly just cause he wants more rounds. Ahmed chuckles and picks him up, carrying him into his bedroom and laying him down on the bed
