1776 words
genre :: idk angst? but it's not sad??
warnings :: blowjob, savagery, v v long one shot, other things I don't remember
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His hand ran up and down the sides of my body; every time he touched me I felt adrenaline rush through my veins. I kept my eyes closed and my lips locked against his. His hands were rough, and his beard was scratchy against my soft, pale skin. I pulled away from our deep kiss full of passion and lust. His hazel eyes bore into my blue ones as I felt a sense of how wrong this truly was; his girlfriend didn't deserve this. However, I just pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants in the small space of the third stall in the men's bathroom. He watched my every movement with anticipation, as though he thought our encounters had changed nothing. He pulled my hair as I wrapped my mouth around him. Everything happening was so wrong, yet it was the only way. He finished and left the stall, but not before pulling up his black jeans and muttering a few short words to me:
"Don't tell."
My jaw tensed as I spit out the filthy liquid left in my mouth. I looked up at the camera I had hidden in the top right corner of the stall; all I could do was smile. I adjusted my gray jumper and pulled up my dark blue jeans in order to look presentable. I grabbed the camera, flipping the small item over in my palm again and again as my brain filled to the brim with thoughts, some innocent, some despicable. Then I started to repeat his words in my head over and over again. Don't tell. Don't tell. Don't tell. Don't. Tell. His trust amazed me. On the other hand, he should've known better than to trust a dirty boy with a innocent complexion. I walk out of the bathroom with the camera still placed firmly between my palm and my lanky fingers. My plan replayed over and over again in my brain as I slowly talked myself through steps one to five; I wiped a large smirk off my face as I entered the living room of JJ's penthouse, where step one would begin.
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step one: get to the bathroom
I walked over to the spare room where multiple bags of I assume clothing and electronics laid. I grabbed my large backpack stuffed full of university textbooks, papers with drafts that I'll never write, and - the most important item to me right now - my laptop. I tucked my thin laptop in my jumper, taking advantage of how baggy it was. As I rushed into the bathroom, making sure I had locked the door, I repeated the first two steps in my head over and over again.
step one: get to the bathroom
step two: edit the video
I sat on the edge of the toilet seat as my fingers furiously typed and clicked the keyboard and mousepad; the faster I completed step two, the better. I need to get his girlfriend before him and all I could think about was how much this poor girl didn't deserve any the treatment she got. I edited the video to throw his other boyfriend under the bus. I smiled to myself as I watched the video over and over and over again until a sickeningly sweet smile took over my features; his girlfriend would never be able to tell the video was edited, that I had been sleeping with him consistently, nor that I was the boy blowing him in the bathroom stall. I saved the video file under a password protected folder named 'blackmail'. I felt a sense of accomplishment as I titled the video.
step one: get to the bathroom
step two: edit the video
step three: change your clothes
I closed my laptop, threw it under my baggy jumper and snuck back to the guest bedroom where I threw my laptop and clothing on the fluffy white comforter. I changed into more appropriate clothing, a button down and some dress pants to be exact, and opened the window to throw my jumper and pants down to Vik - my small Indian friend who only knew he had to come grab my clothes in about 23 minutes, which happened to be right now, as I threw them to him from JJ's guest bedroom window. Surprisingly, this was the least weird thing I'd asked Vik to do - especially for missions like this. Vik caught my clothes without letting them touch the ground and put his thumb up, indicating he would take them back to my room in the house and quickly get away from Jide's flat before anyone would know he was here. I put my thumb up to him as I quickly shut the window and grasped my laptop again, heading back out to the party.
step one: get to the bathroom
step two: edit the video
step three: change your clothes
step four: expose him
I placed my laptop on my lap as I sat on the couch, the bodies of my drunken friends seeming blurry. My eyes locked immediately to my target, his girlfriend, and his other boyfriend. I smirked at the idea of him being able to balance having three lovers that - to his knowledge - had no idea the other two existed. Oh, how wrong you are baby. I put my headphones in my ears as my eyes scanned over the video on last time; everyone around me was too drunk to notice me, the video, and the mischievous glint in my deep blue eyes as I shut my laptop, grabbed my backpack from the guest bedroom and hunted the penthouse for my long time best friend - JJ.
"Hey Jide? I'm gonna head out; I've got some videos to edit and record."
"Sucks that you couldn't stay longer, mate."
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
"No no! Don't be sorry; it's fine, Simon."
"Thanks man."
"No problem."
We hugged and I left the flat after seeing that he was sitting in the exact same spot I had been on the couch, an arm wrapped around his poor girlfriend while he talked to Ethan. I smiled as I took the lift down to the lobby, and kept that smile the entire train ride as well as the entire walk home until I reached front door of the house. I went straight to my room where Vik had laid my previous clothes in a bundle on my bed. I threw the clothes on my bedroom floor as I sat on my bed, opening my laptop and clicking on the Google Chrome icon. I tapped on 'my accounts' as I logged into his other boyfriend's email account; all the while having a smile of pure mischief and pride lining my features. I typed out an email, acting like I was actually his other, younger boyfriend. As I wrote all I could think about was the hatred seething through my veins, and the fury that fueled me to type out and send the email to his girlfriend - who, in my opinion, should've done better than him.
Dear Freya,
He's mine now, and has been for 4 months. Sorry not sorry bitch.
Sincerely,
your soon to be ex-boyfriend's new boyfriend, Harry xx
File attached:
joshuabradley.jpg.videofile...
I breathed heavily, a sense of accomplishment filling every part of my body as I remembered step five.
step one: get to the bathroom
step two: edit the video
step three: change your clothes
step four: expose him
step five: tie up loose ends
I logged out of Harry's email account and cleared my internet history, along with clearing my cleared history. I changed the name of the folder that held the video from 'blackmail' to 'simon edits - videos & vines', hoping that would keep anyone that got on my laptop away from the folder, especially because it was password protected. I then jumped off my bed and darted down the stairs in to Vik's room, to see him about to start recording. It's got to be somewhere around 2am then, fuck. Vik turned his chair to look at me, anxiously awaiting for me to speak; so I spoke.
"You didn't catch my clothes from the guest bedroom window of JJ's penthouse. You didn't rush them home for me. You have no idea where those clothes are but you assume they would be in my bedroom. You have been editing for the past four hours. You haven't been out all night. You know nothing about anything involving an email sent to Freya from Harry. You know nothing about any possible relationship between me and Josh or Josh and Harry. You're a precious, smol bean that is really confused why anyone would be asking you these questions, and I never came in here and told you to act clueless, or to say any of this for that matter."
Vik nodded as he put a finger to his lips, indicating he would be silent. Then he breathily said, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Simon. Maybe you should head to bed, mate," and he winked at me as he slipped on his headphones; he opened the Minecraft icon on his computer screen as he glanced at me with an eyebrow raised. I smiled at Vik and nodded before shutting his door. I quickly rushed over to Josh's room, sitting in his chair and typing in 'marilyn monroe' for his computer password; I impatiently waited for his computer to boot up as my heart thumped and adrenaline swirled through my veins. The computer finally displayed the home screen as I opened a sticky note for him to see. I hastily typed out the words I'd been waiting to say since I found out. Since I found out he had been playing me. Since I found out he was still dating Freya. Since I found out he was with Harry. Since I found out that neither of them knew about each other, let alone me. Since I found out from Tobi that Josh bragged about having all three of us head over heels for him constantly. Since I figured out he underestimated me severely. I smiled as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and took off my button up shirt and dress pants. The words I wrote on Josh's desktop replayed over and over and over again until I finally fell asleep to the sound of Josh's voice sounding throughout the house and those perfectly typed words being displayed on his desktop in the front of my mind.
If you think this is the last you'll see of what I can do to people who cheat on me, then you've got another thing coming baby.
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I DON'T HATE FREYA
(just wanted to establish that even though I didn't say anything that would imply that)
Bye