The BL Nook

God, I’m so horny. It’s only been two days since I moved in, but the lack of release is starting to get to me. I swear, if I don’t do something soon, I might explode. Everything Josh said yesterday keeps playing on a loop in my head. I memorized every word, every syllable. Especially the part about fucking some sensless. I mean, if I ever sleep with him, it’s pretty clear who’s doing the, uh, penetrating. I don’t even know if I’m built for that. My knowledge of gay sex is basically: it goes in the butt, and it hurts. That’s why I never even suggested it with past girlfriends. I need to stop thinking about this and just finish my damn shower.

It’s Tuesday now, and the morning unfolded just like yesterday. Josh was up first, made us smoothies, kissed me goodbye like it was the most normal thing in the world, and headed to work. I don’t know what kind of friends kiss each other goodbye before work or share a bed every night. It’s confusing. I can’t deny I’m attracted to him, but is it just because I haven’t gotten any in a while and I’m settling for proximity? Maybe I’m reading too much into things.

‘I’m just sexually frustrated,’ I decided.

Work today is a blur. I can’t focus. My brain is doing backflips.

“Hey, Sean!”

That voice snapped me out of my spiral. Diana stood by my desk, warm and radiant, like she walked out of a romantic comedy. Long black hair, caramel skin, toned curves, and eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever she talked. Her smile was playful, a little mischievous.

“Wow, there! You were spaced out for a full minute,” she laughed.

Perfect timing, honestly.

“Sorry, I was deep in thought about strategy,” I lied.

“You’ve been working hard lately. You could use a break.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“A few of us are heading to the sushi place on 4th. You in?”

“Sure. Let me just finish this up and I’ll meet you there.”

“Actually. Wait,” I said quickly. I didn’t want to miss a chance to get to know her better.

“Do you mind waiting for me? Maybe we can walk together?”

Her face lit up. “I’d love to.”

We walked to the restaurant side-by-side, chatting about work, life, and Seattle. I told her a filtered version of my story. Josh wasn’t mentioned. It was nice, easy. Her laugh was infectious, and I found myself grinning more than I had in days.

At the restaurant, I sat next to her, and it felt like we were in our own little bubble. She ordered a lemon drop martini, and I copied her.

“Never had one before,” I said. Lie.

Josh made me one once. It was raining, we stayed in, watched a movie, and he played bartender like it was his calling. He even did that cheesy stare when he handed me the drink, like he needed to see my reaction. His expression was sort of cute. Damn it, enough about Josh. Focus, Sean.

Diana winked. “They say lemon drops make your panties drop.”

I laughed nervously. “Does that work on you?”

“Wouldn’t know. I don’t wear underwear,” she teased.

Jesus. She might be the answer to my problem. 

We laughed and flirted through the whole meal. As we walked back to the office, I asked

“Hey Diana, are you single?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Yeah…” I scratched the back of my head and Josh popped into my head.

“You don’t sound too sure”

“No, I am! Definitely single.” 

She smiled. “Sorry if this is too forward, but… you’re really hot.” She laughed nervously. “Would you want to go on a date with me Friday after work?”

“Pfft… haha. Thanks. And yeah, I’d like that. Very much.”

Back at the office, she came up to me after everyone had already left. 

“You forgot to get my number for Friday,” she said, stepping close.

“Oh, right.”

She grabbed my phone, typed it in. Then. Bold as hell, sat on my lap.

“You know… I think I’m still pretty drunk,” She said with a smile.

She leaned over and kissed me. I played along. I grabbed her waist and opened my mouth. The kiss was hot. Her lips were soft, and her body pressed against mine… but nothing was happening. No stir, no excitement. Just… confusion.

She pulled away with a grin. “We’ll do more of that Friday.”

She walked off, and I sat there, wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

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Groceries in hand, I headed home. I was mentally fried, so I opened a bottle of Josh’s wine and started cooking. One glass turned to three. By the time dinner was ready, I was bumping music, happily drunk.

Josh walked in just as I was plating.

“What’s going on here?”

I turned, grinning like an idiot. “You’re home!” I grabbed his face, pinched his cheeks, and spun him around. “Food’s ready, now go get changed!” I smacked his ass for good measure.

He got back rather quickly, like he didn’t want to miss what was going on in the kitchen.

He noticed the empty wine bottle. “You drank all this?”

“Yup,” I said proudly.

He laughed, hugged me from behind, and I felt his hands slide under my shirt, trailing up my abs.

“That tickles!” I squirmed, nearly dropping the plates I was holding.

He placed his nose on my neck and took a deep whiff.

“Mmm…You made pasta today”

“Y-Yeah, I figured this is more of your taste ”

He took the plates from me. “I’ll carry these. You’re going to drop them, drunky.”

‘Why did he stop?’

We sat down and started eating.

“Middle of the week drinking? What happened at work?”

“I made friends,” I said. “A bunch of us had lunch together.”

“Men? Women? Both?”

“Both,” I wasn’t lying.

“Talk to anyone in particular?”

“…”

“Who did you sit next to?”’

“Umm… The executive assistant and someone from marketing.”

“Were they both women?”

I changed the subject. “I had a lemon drop martini. Not as good as yours.”

He smirked. “You like the drinks I make, huh?”

“You’re pretty good at it. I might start paying you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Girls usually paid with a blowjob. You gonna do the same?”

I choked. “W-what?!”

He burst out laughing. “Relax, I’m kidding. If you can’t even swallow your food properly, how are you gonna swallow my entire cock?”

“J-Just shut up and pour me more wine.”

We finished dinner, killed a second bottle, and flopped onto the couch. I’m feeling pretty drunk now. He lounged with a pillow in his arms, sipping wine, completely relaxed. God, he looked good. I want to-

Without thinking, I crawled over to him. He watched me do this with a confused look on his face. I stole his pillow and tossed it on the floor. He didn’t fight me on it. I laid my head on his chest. His heartbeat was racing. Then he started shaking. He was laughing. 

“You’re so wasted,” he laughed. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Comfortable,” I mumbled. “Don’t move.”

“Okay, okay,” he said softly. Then he started rubbing my back, fingertips moving gently.

“Mm… that feels nice.”

He paused. “Fuck, Sean,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

His hand slipped under my shirt, warm and steady. I closed my eyes and let the alcohol and the comfort lull me to sleep.

I don’t remember anything after that.