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trever's phone dies after thirty minutes of filming.
the boys, thinking they didn't need to worry, went to sleep after ten minutes of watching a lifeless, and dickless mail slot.
"trever!" josh accuses,
"how did you expect forty percent of battery was going to last several hours?"
trever rolls his eyes,
"how was i supposed to know my phone was at forty percent?" he whines.
josh scowls,
"you look?" he answers, glaring slightly.
trever groans,
"whatever, man, we can try again next week, right?"
josh shakes his head, eyes solid with indistinct emotion,
"i'm not taking any chances," he looks up to meet trever's eyes,
"we're gonna pull an all-nighter,"
with a face so serious, josh awaits trever's response.
"slumber party!" he suddenly squeals, running to the front door,
"i've got to go pack!" he declares in a high, squeaky voice.
"you have a week to pack, trever,"
"shut up, let me go pack!"
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FRIDAY, JULY SEVENTH, 21:56
"trever?"
"yes, josh?"
"what the fuck is that?"
"what the fuck is what, josh?"
"that," josh says incredulously, pointing to the large, veiny, red silicone toy that was peeking out of an extra large spencer's bag, right next to trever's four overflowing, unnecessary suitcases.
"oh, that, josh? you want to know what that is, josh?"
"stop saying my name like that,"
"like what, josh?"
"like that,"
"like what, josh?"
"you know what," josh suddenly announces loudly,
"how about you just stop saying my name?"
trever feigns a look of distress,
"but then how will i directly address you, josh? how, josh?"
"i'm the only other person in the room, who else will you be addressing?" josh rolls his eyes. "just stop directly addressing people, or at least don't use that tone,"
"fine," trever says coldly.
"what do you want for dinner?" he mumbles distractedly.
josh hums, "what about-"
"i was talking to myself," trever glares, "you would have known that if you let me address myself directly,"
"jesus fuck," josh groans.
"i'm not jesus, i'm trever?"
josh plops on his couch with a groan.
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22:39
"i'm never inviting you over again," josh says from where he sits in front of his door.
trever smiles at the variety of items he just emptied from his spencers bag,
"i don't need an invitation to break and enter," he grins, sorting through the pile.
"oh, my god," josh mutters,
"why?" he wonders.
"why not, josh?"
josh rolls his eyes, picking up the items as he lists them off,
"an extra large, red dildo, a pink vibrator, a double, scarily realistic dildo, a stroker, a... cock ring? and one, two, three-- five! five bottles of flavoured lube," he counted.
"why?" he asks incredulously.
trever shrugs, "well, i went for flavoured lube, to y'know, try it out, and then i thought i could get a dildo to make it seem more realistic, and practice my deepthroating, but then i discovered a whole new world, and boom, i spent over two hundred dollars," he explains with a smile.
josh falls on his back with a thud, groaning as he questions why he is friends with trever.
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22:42
"do it,"
"no,"
"do it, joshy,"
"no,"
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23:09
"do it,"
"no!"
"yes!"
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FRIDAY, JULY SEVENTH 23:44
"do it,"
"no,"
"you've sucked a dick before, how is this any different?" trever protested.
"because... it's weird!"
a little over an hour ago, trever had suggested that him and josh practice their blowjobs on the dildo's, using the flavoured lube.
josh, being reasonable, declined, seeing as it's just plain weird,
"you aren't even gay," josh points.
trever snorts, "well, spencer's sure is convinced," he laughs, jiggling the dildo, before ripping open a cupcake flavoured lube.
he messily squirts it on the dildo, holding it out to josh,
"c'mon, show me what'cha got," he says lowly.
"get that sin-stick away from me!"
josh yelps, as trever shakes the dildo, lubricant specks landing on his face as he leaps away from the sex toy.
"trever," josh warns.
trever ignores him, walking closer as he holds up the dildo expectantly.
when josh just backs up more, trever breaks into a sprint, full speed running towards josh,
"suck it!"
"no!" josh squeaked, running away.
"suck it!"
"no!"
trever lets out a battle cry, chasing josh all around the apartment.
when josh gets cornered, he takes a leap of faith and hops over the couch, only for his foot to get caught and for him to fall face first on the floor.
trever lets out a yell, jumping to sit on josh's stomach, dangling the dildo in front of josh's face.
"trever," josh warns, glaring directly into the mischievous eyes of his - soon to be former - best friend.
"just tell me how it tastes!" trever begs, drawing the dripping dick closer to josh's mouth, before a faint thud interrupts him.
stopping his assault, trever looks toward the door to see a new package on the floor, just as josh pushes him off,
"check the time, check the time!" he frets, grabbing his phone,
"11:58," he reads,
"next week we'll see if it's around the same time," he says proudly.
trever whines, running toward the door and opening it,
"but i wanna know who it is now," he whines, closing the door grumpily at the sight of an empty corridor.
he kicks the bag lying on the floor lightly,
"will you suck my dildo, now?"
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what does the receptionist say as donors leave the sperm bank?
"thank you for coming!"
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