“Gabriel, stop taking photos of me,” Mira said as she cleaned her paintbrush. Gabriel reclined across her couch, his face hiding behind his stupidly expensive camera. Just to spite her, he took one more shot with an annoyingly hissy click of his camera. Mira smirked and threw a wad of tissue at him.

“Hey, this thing’s expensive,” he said as he swatted it away.

“Imagine how many meals you lost out buying that thing,” Mira joked. She got up from her seat and stretched, staring at the fresh painting she’s been working on. Abstract and colourful with the hint of a human form, just Mira’s style. She’s gotten antsy over the break and couldn’t stop herself from painting. Usually, days like these were quiet times and “me-time,” but Gabriel texted her blackmailing her with free coffee to come over. It’s been almost a year since they’ve seen each other so Mira wasn’t so irked by him. Thankfully, he was still casual as ever and carried on whatever he was doing without disturbing her.

“Coming from the kid who buys the most expensive paints in the world,” Gabriel sassed calmly.

Mira rolled her eyes at him. “I hate every inch of your body and soul.”

He shot finger guns at her and Mira dramatically got shot. They both snickered at each other.

“Been a while since we’ve done some dumb shit like this,” Gabriel sighed. “Last time it was in your childhood home. Now look at this,” he gestured to the house, “You’ve got your own little home overflowing with creativity.”

“Half the people who live here are artists, I don’t know what you’d expect,” Mira pointed out.

“So cool,” Gabriel smiled. “My house is a pigsty.”

“That’s because you decided to live with Cameron and Lee.”

“Hey, you had a crush on Lee in grade ten.”

“For about a minute before he burped in my face.”

Gabriel laughed. “He still does that now.”

“God,” Mira wrinkled her nose and plopped down beside him. “I don’t understand how you can stand him.”

“Hey, Sophie is pretty gross too, she’s the queen at burping,” Gabriel pointed out. Mira shrugged.

“I guess you’re right about that.”

“How’s life?” Gabriel asked, turning onto his side and resting his head on the couch.

“Repetitive. Work, art, eat, sleep, you know the drill,” Mira shrugged, also rolling onto her side and resting her head on the couch.

“Raven told me half the time you’re with Deimos,” Gabriel sneered.

“We’re not dating,” she droned.

“What would you do if I stole him from you?” Gabriel snickered.

Mira paused. This felt like déjà vu. She chose her words carefully. “Good luck with that.”

Gabriel laughed. “What’s so hard?”

“He’s a shy dork,” she snickered. “Though you guys have some stuff in common.”

“Like what?” He egged on.

Gabriel was the epitome of what Deimos wanted. He looked like the balance of both genders, masculine and feminine with his broad shoulders yet slim waist. One day he could tie his hair in a bun and hide it with a beanie and look like the hottest man in the world, and the next he could let it down, wear makeup and look like the most beautiful woman in the world. He loved wearing crop tops and high waisted pants, he loved wearing baggy long sweaters and drop-crotch sweats. Gabriel loved both sides of the spectrum and embraced them.

He also loved bralettes.

“Stuff,” Mira murmured. She stared at the choker Gabriel wore.

“You’ve got to be more specific, dude,” he whined. “I wanna get to know him.”

“You think he’s hot, don’t you?” Mira sneered.

“Well, no shit.”

“Would you seriously make a move on him?”

“Yes,” he responded instantly.

Mira studied his expression. “If I was him, I’d fall for you too.” Gabriel was incredibly pretty. They’d make a good pair.

“I’m surprised how easily you gave him away.” Gabriel cocked an eyebrow.

“He’s not mine.”

“You’re probably his.”

Mira laughed. “What makes you think that?”

“The way he looks at you is the same way I looked at you in high school,” he muttered calmly.

Mira blinked, shocked. “What are you saying?”

“I was incredibly in love with you in high school,” Gabriel sighed. “But too insecure to keep the relationship going since you were super in love with Raven.”

Mira laughed. Her face was probably red. “Sorry about that.”

“Do you still like her?”

She hummed. “Not…as a partner. I love her as a cherished friend.”

“You struggled a lot in high school, I’m happy you’re over her,” Gabriel murmured, rubbing her leg softly.

“Deimos helped me out of that slump,” Mira laughed. “He’s been a great friend.” Sort of like how Gabriel was back then.

“Mira,” Gabriel said suddenly. The girl quieted down and her smile dropped. “Would you take another chance with me if you had the opportunity?”

She stared at him. “I…don’t know. Our relationship hasn’t been the sturdiest.”

“Yes, but we’re in university now and basically adults with functioning brains not influenced by hormones now,” he pointed out. The hand that rubbed her leg stayed on her thigh. “I missed you a lot, Mira.”

“I thought this was about you thirsting for Deimos.”

“I can also admit I like you a lot still.”

“Are you sure? I’m not the same Mira from high school. Seventeen year old me and nineteen year old me aren’t the same.”

“What about you? I’m definitely not the same kid you made out on Raven’s bed.”

Mira blushed. “I will admit you’re extremely beautiful now.”

“Is that enough to warrant a kiss?”

“Is anything wrong, Gabriel?”

“No, I just miss you.”

Somehow, Mira ended up pinned to the couch. She sighed staring at him. Doing this makes her no different from her seventeen year old self. Horny, stupid, needy. She still longs for a warm body still and maybe even more now because of how fucking invested she is with Deimos. Gabriel probably knows he’s just another outlet for Mira to vent out her frustrations on.

“You deserve better.”

“I like you.”

Mira sighed and closed her eyes. Gabriel kissed her softly and Mira instantly melted to his taste. He groaned when her hands slipped to his groin and teased him softly.

Deimos laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He gasped out, speechless and writhed in his sheets. The quiet humming sound of his prostate vibrator filled the room, the noise deafening to his ears. Sweat dripped down his temple to his neck, his whole body covered in it. His legs wouldn’t stop shaking, the sensation and emotions and trembling overwhelming his melting brain. Pain and pleasure mixed together into a deadly concoction that left him drowning and drooling, his eyes fluttering open and shut sporadically. He gasped and spread his legs, feeling the phantom sensation of a body on top of him, of a body inside of him. Closing his eyes, he focused on the searing pleasure as his little toy abused his prostate, his insides throbbing painfully from overstimulation. He devoured the sensation, tasted it and relished in it.

He imagined Mira’s eyes on him, Deimos lying on the bed, shaking legs spread out. He imagined how she’d bite her lips, how a little playful smile would stretch across her face. He imagined her hands on him, sliding up his stomach to his chest, her small body snaking up with it, her tongue leaving a wet trail up his navel to his nipple.

He also imagined another body, a body familiar to his own, of someone he saw in a dream, of someone he saw on the street. He’d appear at the foot of the bed and grab Deimos by the ankles, dragging him to the edge of the bed and lick up his leg. His long cock would sway between his legs and brush against Deimos’ other leg, the boy twitching in anticipation. Deimos throbbed for him, stretched his hole open for him, and took every inch of him. This mystery man with long, slender limbs and delicate lips, yet with powerful thighs and punishing thrusts. His cock made Deimos cry out and turn his insides to jelly, his body relishing and shaping to his form. His insides drowned in him, his inner thighs sopping wet of his seed.

Mira would be watching right beside Deimos, her mischievous smile never leaving her lips and heated stare locked on him forever. She’d tease his nipples and lick his fingers. Slowly, she’d slip her fingers into Deimos’ favourite pink lace panties and pleasure herself at the sight of Deimos being fucked by another man. She’d kiss his neck and tell him he was a good boy and tug on the collar he wore. She’d kiss the other warm body and he would slip his hand into her panties and make her go insane. The man would retract his fingers from Mira’s pussy and present her dripping juices to Deimos.

Deimos would lick his fingers clean and Mira would fucking chuckle at him.

Deimos remembered when Mira fell asleep on top of him after her last final exam. He remembered how she smelled and how she curled herself on top of him for warmth. He remembered how he threw away his phone and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her scent, relishing in her heat, feeling how delicate and soft she was. He remembered awkwardly reaching for a spare blanket to put on top of them and he remembered when she woke up six hours afterwards. He remembered how she couldn’t believe what she had done, but ended up just giggling underneath the sheets with him, her cheek pressed against his chest, her lips pulled up into the brightest smile. Deimos found himself laughing and hugged her, both of them giggling into jittery relief.

Deimos moaned out and ejaculated. He felt it splatter onto his stomach, his cum hot against his sweaty skin. He rolled over and got onto his knees, reaching for the vibrator and clicking it off. He felt lube drip down his leg and his cock hung heavily between his legs. Gasping, he removed his little toy with one more groan and jolt of his thighs and collapsed on the bed. The same bed that Mira’s slept on countless of times before. The same bed Deimos has masturbated on millions of times before. The side Mira has slept on was the side Deimos bounced on a thick dildo once. The edge of the bed she’s sat on was the same spot where he jacked off after she left. The shower she’s used has been subjected to almost daily masturbation sessions when he’s horny and lazy. All the lingerie he’s worn has been for his own sexual pleasure. The black bralette with roses Mira caught him wearing at the night of the party was rough against his nipples and turned him on in class one time. The cotton pink bralette she caught in their exam has hid nipple clamps before. The black lace bralette she saw for the first time hid taped vibrators. The white bralette and panties she licked and touched became a hot item to wear when he was horny now.

For what felt like years, Deimos lied in his bed. A wave of shame came over him. Shame for being so dirty, so needy, so hungry for his best friend. It was immature and stupid. But tonight what came over him was different- different than all the other nights he’s fucked into his hand. It was powerful. So powerful he felt like crying. Not only did he want Mira, he wanted someone else. Someone who could satisfy another side of his needs. Someone with a cock. Deimos was dirty. Disgusting. He was shameful for wanting such a girl, yet not desiring her at all. A shadow figure with the same sex as him, someone to devour him whole. Mira couldn’t be enough to satisfy this hole in his heart, this loneliness tonight- he needed another one.

Deimos closed his eyes, feeling tears slip from his eyes down his face.

He needed to lock this away. Forget that this ever happened. Never think of such thoughts again. Mira was enough.

Mira was fucking everything.

Sighing, Deimos rolled out of his bed and stood up, looking at his curtained window. It felt odd to be standing in his apartment naked and alone, the cool air conditioned breeze reaching every inch of his body. It’s been a while since he’s masturbated naked. It’s been a while since he’s felt so, so fucking alone.