Staring at his screen endlessly, jake was playing with his lipbalm till it fall down, he didn't recuperated it then he returned to his task.
He had been editing the music band's clip 7 hours per day for a week, each time Mika was apparessing he was remembering that day getting horny and couldn't help himself but writte instead of doing what he had to do therefore he was waisting time which was always resulting in him slepping late and fucking up his shedule.
At first he was having sex every monday like usual to free his sexual frustration but it wasn't enough when he was working on videos where the guy was in red rope beeing beautifully sensual.
Not to forget after having done it with Mika, he was finding everyone else bland.
When writting Jake was burying the concept of reality, loosing track of time.
That is why, he was transforming into a snake bitting its own tail, feeling bad for doing it thus doing it to forget.
At work he was drowsy but was able to manage well enough. However the worst was all the things he was normally doing in one day were never done, he wasn't working out, nor eating well or cleaning his apartment which had become a real mess.
Another problem was how obvious his personal preferences were showing in the clip.
Mika scenes were more detailed and subtlily sensual when it wasn't the point.
So he was redoing it again and again.
And when he was getting upset he was switching to writting as listening to music, sometimes oblivious it wasn't thrue, drowing in solace.
This solace coming in his dreams too, seducing him to never leave it. Like a trap, it was hard to escape.
His alarm was ringing annoyingly too many times but if he cut it, he was aware he wouldn't wake up.
He was tired of himself, he was disapointed to how lazy he was, almost feeling sick. But once it had started he knew he would failed to stop.
Monday he was so down he turned off his phone and slept the entire day.
When his eyes were oppening from time to time he couldn't disfferenciate what was a dream and what wasn't, his head spinning. It was like he had took drugs, nevertheless, he was too sobber.
He emerged in his pitch dark bedroom and just stared blankly at the void wishing the past weeks were nothing but a nightmare.
Jake had had a taste of undescribtible comfort that day with Mika and he knew himself, a single bite was what costed him his stability.
He desesperatly wanted this special comfort back, but because he couldn't, his motivation sinked.
Of course it's not like he couldn't text Mika nevertheless, this one wasn't giving any news and had harshly disapeared like the hotness of the summer, it was like both had never been there in the first place.
Plus, staying in contact with the reason of his current state wasn't the best idea.
Please be honest and tell me if this story doesn't makes sense or/and if the plot is poorly constructed, I try not to get anxious about the fact I could have done better, but yk, it's complicated sometimes
Jake meets Mika, Mika meets Jake, and then bit by bit all shatters. A messed up barman/video maker with an invading hobby and a complicated guitarist can engender a puzzling futur, even more when one of them cannot run away from his unhinged mind.
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