Page 8 of Your Only Fan
“Film? Yesor no?”
I look up at Linc and he grins.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to show my face,”I reply.
“That’s cool, man. You can use a mask or a blindfold, or if you’re kinky enough, a hood,”he answers.
“Oh, you’re definitely kinky,” Linc says, reading the screen. “See? I helped.”
I lift my hand in the air and tell him to shut up while I think of my options.
If I disguise my face, then I can meet him without it affecting our academic relationship. I wouldn’t even be taking advantage of him because he wouldn’t even know the position I hold in his college.
And since I don’t have to show my face…
“Let’s film it,”I say.
I’ve always wanted to be on camera even though my passion has always been theatre. Something about being filmed having sex makes me all hot and bothered.
“Great. I’ll be there at 8. Have you been tested recently?”
“Yes. Two weeks ago. I haven’t had sex with anyone since.”
“Can you send me your results? X”
“Sure,” I reply and screenshot the email giving me the all-clear from my mailbox.
“Perfect. See you tomorrow, Mr. Cummings,”he responds. I feel like passing out.
“I guess this is happening,” I stutter.
Linc laughs and kisses me on the lips.
“Trust Daddy Linc to sort out your life as always,” he says. “Now, get the hell outta my room and let me get some sleep.”
I nod and leave him in peace, walking like a zombie to my own room and collapsing on my bed. Ezra’s underwear is still bundled up by the pillow.
“I get to taste him for real this time,” I say, staring at them. “Fuck!”
