I’m back with another story about Brandon! This happened a while after our first hookup, when we were really starting to get comfortable sleeping together. Even before we started hooking up, he and I would get into these elaborate inside jokes where we imagined ourselves as halves of classic movie tropes. Y’know, what if I was a knight and you needed rescuing from a tower, what if we were a reluctant team-up of daring adventurers, what if we were the only two people on a desolate Arctic research station. That sort of thing. Totally normal stuff to talk about for two good friends who definitely aren’t going to have lots and lots of sex in a few years.
But lately Brandon had been leading a lot of our silly imaginary scenarios down the general path of ‘enemies to lovers but also they’re still enemies.’ Someone always seemed to be getting shoved against a wall or straddled with a sword at their throat. It happened so many times that finally I had to call him on it.
“Dude,” I said on a phone call with him one night. “If you want to try out some kind of sexy fight situation, you could just ask me directly.”