Page 30 of Your Only Fan
Isaac
“Top of the morning to ya.”
Linc closes the passenger door and casts a smirk my way. “Someone’s looks like they’re in a good mood,” he replies. “What happened? Did you get some student dick?”
I roll my eyes and set off on our way to Firefly Café. “Do you need to be so crude?”
“Fine. Did you get some student penis?” I cast a dirty glance his way and he raises an eyebrow. “Heisyour student, isn’t he?”
I nod. “And no, we didn’t meet last night,” I say.
“Then what’s with the over the top excitement?”
“Can’t someone be happy without getting fucked?” I ask.
Linc lifts his hands in the air with disgust and cringes. “First of all, TMI. Second of all, someone can.Youcan’t. And third of all, now who’s being crude?”
I ponder his statement for a while before I reply.
I’ve known and crushed on Ezra for a long time now. My days are occupied thinking or obsessing over him, my nights are spent sniffing his underwear and fantasizing being taken by him, if I’m notactuallybeing taken by him.
“Okay, fine. You’ve got a point,” I say. “But no, we didn’t meet up. He just published another video of ours.”
We did, of course, meet up last Saturday, the third time we’d been together, and what can I say? Each time gets better and better, and I get a bigger high and an even bigger release.
“Oh, right. So you’re becoming popular, huh?” Linc asks.
“Well, I don’t know about popular, but his fans are definitely loving our encounters. He keeps getting requests for things to do to me—”
“Let me stop you right there,” Linc says, raising his hand again. “I love you, Ike, but God, Idon’twant to know what you get up to in bed.”
“Prude,” I mumble.
“Whore,” he mumbles back.
“In denial,” I sing.
“Asshole,” he sings back.
Silence permeates through the car for a few moments before I stop outside Firefly Café.
“Okay, so… adult talk for a moment,” Linc says before I can open the door. “What are you doing, Ike?”
“Uhm, getting coffee. Obviously,” I say to distract him.
I know exactly what he’s asking me, but maybe if I ignore it, he won’t ask?
“What are you doing with Ezra, I mean?”
Well, one can dream. Linc never lets anything go. Well, anything other than Makayla.
I readjust on my seat and turn my body toward him.
“I’m doing what you told me to do.”
“Which is?”
“Fucking him out of my system.”
