Bedside with Roomie - FxF

Transcript

Hey there, champ. Saw you come in today without so much as a word before storming up to your room. Figured I'd check in on you, just make sure everything's copacetic.

I mean, as the best roomie who ever lived, I'm making it my responsibility to protect you from all the evils of this world. I'm just hoping it's nothing serious, but if it is, we'll work it out together. Oh man, it sure is dark in here.

Real, like, beddy-bye time lighting. Good thing I'm a nocturnal animal. Doesn't really make much of a difference to me.

Mind if I sit here on the bed? I mean, I don't really need to crawl under the covers with you or anything. I just, I'm going to sit on the edge here, give you your space.

Thanks for letting me sit. These old legs aren't what they used to be. I'm just kidding, I'm not really like a crone or something.

I mean, I may be your elder, but I'm not like un-elder, you get me? Not that there's any shame in aging. It just, it can be a truly beautiful process if we allow it to be.

Like, anyway, I'm not here to talk about decrepitude. We are here to talk about you, grumpy pants. Now, go on, open up for me.

I may not be a therapist, but I've been told that I am a great listener. After all, you don't want to go to sleep with any negative feelings, do you? Who knows what kind of nasty nightmares might plague you if you don't get what's bugging you off your chest.

Well, whatever's troubling you, I want to talk it out so you can feel better and enjoy some sweet, sweet dreams. Because you deserve it. I mean, you're a good person.

And you, as a good person, deserve a peaceful slumber so you are ready to hit the ground running tomorrow. So, out with it. Yeah, well, getting a little existential, are we? I think I can help with that.

I may not have a PhD in philosophy, but I'm familiar with that kind of anxiety. Yeah, I've definitely had jobs in the past that I felt miserable in. Dead-end gigs that dragged on, brought no meaning into my life.

Just negligible amounts of cash into my pocket. You know, I think everybody goes through those phases. That unhappiness, that lack of meaning.

Not to say that yours isn't any better or worse than the next person's, of course. I'm just saying you're not alone. But let me tell you, those shitty feelings that you're getting, they really do never last.

I mean, sometime soon, you'll dig yourself out of these old rooms, get back on the horse. Whether it's getting a new job, maybe a new outlook, new friends, new hyperfixation, you're going to make it through this. Not saying that you'll never have hard times.

That's unfortunately just not the way that things tend to work on this spinning ball of blue that we find ourselves on. What I'm saying is that no matter how hard things get, or how grim things look, you can make it through all right. Yeah, I mean, it takes a little bit of perseverance, sometimes a pinch of optimism or apathy if you're me.

I know you're a big fan of being a glass half empty kind of person. But there's nothing wrong with letting your guard down once in a while and allowing the world to surprise you. There's a lot more good in it than you may want to give it credit for.

I mean, whether it's a chill Saturday afternoon reading a book in the sun, a beer with your buddies, late night gaming sash, or even a simple moment like this. Well, there's plenty of reasons to feel down about the world and everything going in on it. We can't really let it destroy our hope, our passion, our empathy.

We have to search for that silver lining and keep the fires of love and affection and passion alive. Yeah, yeah, you know, I see you rolling your eyes. Get a little too corny for a no-nonsense badass, huh? Hey, if it can give you even the tiniest smirk, I think a little corniness can go a very long way.

Were you gonna lay here all night until you drifted off without so much as a hello or a good night to me? And no offense taken, I'm just surprised at all. It's just unusual for you, even in some of your more aloof moods.

I'm not trying to shame you or anything, I'm just trying to understand. Never healthy to shut out those closest to you. You're great company and all, but keeping only yourself as company, like a cute little hermit crab, you might start to come down with a case of cabin fever.

Sorry, I'm not trying to come across like a lecturing school teacher or something. I'm just expressing my concern is all. I can seem like I'm in my own universe sometimes, but I pick up on a lot more than you might think.

The littlest twitch of your mouth, a brief downcast look, very little gets past me as much as you may hope it does. You can always ask for help from me, you know, you don't got to take on the world all on your lonesome. That's a real heavy burden to bear.

Wouldn't Sisyphus have had a better time pushing that boulder if he got some help? Not that he could have gotten help. I mean, the gods probably wouldn't have let that fly.

But I mean, let's be honest, you're not being punished by deities from Mount Olympus, are you? I mean, at least I don't think you are. I mean, maybe actually, now that I think about it, I've never actually asked.

I mean, I guess for a long, you know what? My point is, asking for help, right? It's something we should all try to do a little bit more.

You know, sometimes our society puts a little bit too much emphasis on the independent pull yourself up by your bootstraps lifestyle. But reaching out for a helping hand is really how we survive. We're social creatures.

Our species is meant to cooperate, lean in on one another every so often, but especially when we need to. I mean, even as I lecture you about the importance of reaching out, I should also offer a word of caution. You should try opening yourself up more, but not too open, you know, too much vulnerability and people can take advantage.

You don't have to hear that from me, though. You weren't born with that tough, unbreakable shell, after all. It was formed over years of disappointment and heartbreak.

But I can see you healing. And I know you're trying. And I'm very proud of the progress that you've made.

Just don't go too far the other way and end up wandering into like, you know, a cult or becoming a supervillain or a serial killer or something. Okay? No, I'm just saying it'd be a major pain in the ass if I had to go rescue you from the clutches of a bunch of robed creeps planning to sacrifice your cute patoot to an eldritch god covered in tentacles and eyeballs.

I caught that chuckle. You can't hide that from me. Look, I just figured a little dark humor might get to you.

Laughter may not necessarily be the cure to all illnesses. But it can definitely ease a heart that's hurting. Yeah, yeah, I know.

I'm not gonna do a tight five at an open mic night. But I don't need to make a crowd laugh. I just want to make you laugh.

Make you smile. Hey, you'll tell me when you're getting sleepy, right? I mean, I'm plenty awake, but I don't want to keep you from conking out or something.

I can find myself being a chatterbox for advice. As I'm sure you are acutely aware. I sometimes I'll be talking for minutes before I even realized that the person I was blabbering to either zoned out or wandered off.

So tell me. You good to let me keep talking your ear off? All right, well, you asked for it.

I know I said I'm a good listener. But tonight, it seems that you are the one listening to me. You know, you're a pretty good listener, too.

Which is great, because I have plenty of wisdom to share from the years of experience that I've got on you. What other valuable lessons can I impart on this sweet, sweet young vulnerable person that lies before me, gravely in need of a scholarly figure of some sort? I suppose I can broach this taboo subject of romance.

You and I have had our exchanges in the past, but I know we're not really set on different paths in that department. That's okay. I just want you to find a gal guy, non binary partner, whoever makes you happy that just really gets you you know, love doesn't have to be our sole pursuit in life.

But it can certainly help along with other pursuits. Your biggest obstacle, once again, comes back to those intimidating walls that you like to put up. They can keep out an invading army, but they also keep out good things.

If you could just poke a tiny hole through the castle battlements to let in someone that you could see yourself in a partnership, a relationship, hell, even a friendship, things might look up. You don't have to tear the walls down just to let people in once in a while. They might actually wind up surprising you.

I mean, out of nowhere, you might find yourself in a long term committed relationship shopping for rings before you even realize it. Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. But I'm just saying things can sneak up on you.

When you open yourself up, it can be risky, but it can also be extremely rewarding. I know I see the skepticism in your eye like, Oh, she didn't want to talk. Look at all the relationships she's been in that fell apart.

Yeah, okay, point taken. But I don't let my regrets and shortcomings define me and you don't have to either. I got plenty of emotional scars.

None of the sexy, badass variety, but each one of them has taught me something and let me grow as a person. You know, next time I'm in a relationship, whoever that individual ends up being, they'll be getting the best version of me. Hopefully, I'll be getting the best version of them as well.

And that's how you ought to approach the dating scene or friendships or anything else. Yeah. The old interwebs and socials have definitely complicated courting rituals, but you seem to thrive while you're surfing the net.

You probably prefer talking to a potential significant other by texting at first and then in person at a noisy pub or something. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I mean, everybody's got their own speed they take romance in and there's really no wrong way to go about it as long as you remember to be yourself.

Oh, yeah. Whoops, corny advice again. Guilty as charged.

Book me officer. You know, I ought to thank you for always being there for me. You always try to play this cool person, but I see through the act to your heart of gold, all the nasty breakups, lost friendships, all the stuff I've endured over the years.

You were always willing to be the ear to listen and a willing shoulder to let me cry on. Obviously, you aren't anywhere near as talkative as me, but your attentive silence is comforting. It's the polar opposite of how I help people, but it's effective.

A lot of people can't handle an occasionally over emotional chatterbox like me, but you know, you, you are always one of the good ones. Never trying to take advantage of me in a vulnerable state. You're just, well, you are just you.

And while you may not think that that's all that big of a deal, I most certainly do. All my other roommates over the years have caused me all kinds of stress, buried me in drama, but no, no. Well, there was that one time with the keg stand, but that's a whole other conversation.

You though, you have always been reliable. Hey, I got an idea to properly yank you out of gloomy Gus mode. What if we had an impromptu beach day tomorrow? How does that sound? Like a little two hour drive to the coast, you and me, or, or you, me and some buddies.

I mean, if you want it to be like less like, Hey, yeah, you know, intimate. It's up to you. Oh, and I mean, you, you do what you want it to be just you and me.

I mean, you're sure like, Oh, look, I mean, I, you won't be too bored with a little me. All right. Okay.

You know, if you're sure that definitely works for me. I know it's a bit sudden for you and your meticulous planning, but you know, you just gotta be spontaneous sometimes. Just go for it.

Picture it now a perfectly sunny day, gorgeous blue waves, feet in the sand, all that good, good beach shit we love. We could get some reading done under a nice big tent. Oh, stop.

Don't be a baby. We'll be far enough from the water. You won't get your precious comic books wet.

I'm just kidding. I am kidding. Yeah, I'll just live a little.

Anyway, we'll do more than just read. I mean, obviously, we got to take a dip in the water to nothing like wading in and letting the waves knocking around a little bit. Knock all that off.

Remember that time we saw that wannabe surfer dude try to catch a ride on that big wave in the distance? You know, it really looked cool as hell at first, but then he like eight absolute shit. It was hilarious.

I'm glad he was okay, though. But you know, oh, I just thought of another reason you ought to get excited for the beach adventure. I will be debuting a new bikini I recently acquired.

I mean, that'll put a smile on anybody's face. I know I'm telling you to find romance out there in the big scary world. But admittedly, there is still a teensy tiny itty bitty little bitty flame that I might have burning for you like a candlewick in the distance or something.

Sorry, look, I don't want to make things awkward between us. We've had plenty of those moments. Though something tells me that my little candle flame might be reciprocated with a small potentially forced fire blaze of your own.

You don't have to say one way or the other. It's just something that I may have picked up on in recent days. Does make me think back on some of our trysts though throughout the friendship.

I mean, there was that time after my breakup with Rowan and there was another time after your breakup with that really crazy person who should not be named. And plus, there's been a few dozen hookups unrelated to heartbreak, just no strings attached fun friends with benefits thing. I mean, that that doesn't really work out with every friendship involving attraction, but I don't know.

I'm glad it worked for us. Just two buddies banging, you know, nothing serious. Okay, okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I know it's the voices don't help.

But I'm just rambling anyway. I really wasn't trying to get you worked up while you're trying to hit the hay. And I've never really been one to censor myself.

Anyway, all I'm saying is that sometimes, I think it's really important to take those days where we can have a break. We can just relax and do what we need to do for ourselves. You know? Anyway, I should let you get some sleep.

I can lay here and pet your head if you want me to though. Well, whatever you want. I will be here by your side.

I know you're amazing. And tomorrow is going to be a better day. I promise.

Hey, everything okay there? You're burrowing pretty deep in your blanket. Did I say something wrong? Oh, I see.

That explains it. I guess I did get you worked up after all. My bad.

Should I leave you to it then? Just like a quick jerk session then off to slumberland? I mean, it seems like a solid nightcap to me.

I guess I could wish you a good night then. Oh, I take it by your hand on my wrist that you don't want me to leave you to it? I take it this means you'd like me to stick around then? I mean, I certainly wouldn't mind.

I'm happy to oblige. I think we may both be a bit too beat for a full on blanket dance, but I think we could figure something else out. Wow, you are soaking fucking wet, aren't you? Even after all this time seeing you naked gets me a little bit frazzled.

Dry spells I've had in recent months also probably have something to do with that. Anyway, I suppose I should also toss my clothing to the side so you don't feel left out. Oh, that's better.

Just two pals, hanging out in the buff, chilling and vibing, all that good stuff. Even the one specific part of you has definitely woken up. Can't help but notice that your eyelids are a little droopy though.

Maybe you should just lay back and let me take care of it for you. You don't mind, do you? I didn't think so.

Just being polite, respecting your boundaries. I'm gonna touch it now. You ready? I hope your stamina hasn't decreased since our last rendezvous and make you finish with a simple touch.

Only one way to find out, I suppose. Here I go. Gently curling my fingers against you.

You are fucking soaked. This might have to be a two-hand job. I'm glad that my mind and my body can get you soaked.

I felt you tighten around my fingers just now. That was quite the twitch. And I see that your frown's turned upside down.

So my mission appears to be succeeding. I'm not gonna give up until you finish though. After all, what are friends for besides making each other come their brains out? I mean, a lot of other stuff, I guess.

But now I'm gonna start stroking nice and slow. That's it. Feel all your struggles and worries from the day just melt away.

Very good. You are being such a good girl for me. Mind if I lick your clit just a little bit to tease? I mean, it looks so kissable after all.

Tastes good too. Besides, when's the last time you've shared it with anybody else? Oh, oh, that won't do at all.

I thought my dry spell was bad. Oh, you should have told me. We could have resolved that immediately.

Once again, this is why you got to open up more to me and others, but you know, mostly to me. It's not like I want you all to myself. But while we both have some downtime, I don't see any harm in helping each other relieve sexual tension.

Maybe tomorrow night, you can return the favor, go down on me. Then we could escalate it. No pressure.

I know you're a wizard with that tongue and those fingers. Just thinking about it gets me wet. But let's focus on you.

Let me keep stroking. I want to get a good rhythm going. Not too rough or fast.

In and out and in circles. Feels so fucking good. Hypnotic almost.

I mean, I'm just really fucking horny. Probably not thinking straight. And after you go to sleep, I'm definitely gonna be using my trusty vibrator to release some of this energy.

Fucking myself into the mattress. Yeah. You want to think about that while I finger fuck you stupid? Oh, oh, you just want to watch my body.

That's flattering. Well, you know, sometimes I'm jealous of the people that you date and bring home. That extra carnal part of me just kind of wants to join in with you and whoever your partner is at the time.

But of course, I don't want to intrude. I know we won't be able to do this forever. It kind of bums me out.

But I'm going to enjoy it while I can. Let's just talk it up to me being hot and horny though. You're doing so fucking good for me.

Yeah, you like when I run my thumb over your clit, huh? Gently. You want to touch me while I'm fucking with you? Go ahead.

I want you to touch me.