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“Idunno…” Scout’s voice comes through my phone’s speaker as Kellen, Oliver, and I video chat with him. As I stare at his wary expression I find it so strange how I feel nothing when I see him. Obviously, I feel things toward him, he’s my friend. But it amazes me how he shares Echo’s appearance and yet… nothing. Other than the passing knowledge that he’s handsome.
I’m currently trying to convince him to be on board with my ridiculous plan to win Echo over. My actions themselves aren’t ridiculous I don’t think, but the fact that there’s a plan is very 2000s movie of me.
“C’mon Scout, you’re literally half of him. You know him probably the best and that’s saying a lot. Who better to help me out?”
“What can I even do? I’d be hard pressed to give you any information when you should know him quite well by now.” he says, brows furrowed, placing his phone down and propping it up on something.
“Of course I know absolutely everything I can about him. It’s the emotional stuff I don’t know how to navigate. He’s not very open with them, and I don’t know very much in the way of romance.”
His brow lifts, “What about Cozi?”
“Like I said, I don’t know much in the way of romance.” I say, deadpan. He can interpret that any way he will.
We continue our talk, and I can tell Scout is slowly warming up when he pauses.
“Speak of the devil, Echo is calling. It’s late, and he isn’t home, I’m gonna answer. We can continue another time, night guys.” A twinge of jealousy settles within me at that information as a chorus of “Goodnights” rings through the air.
Scout hangs up and I turn off my phone and stretch, lifting my arms above my head and pulling back. I groan and look back up at Kellen and Oliver.
“I’m gonna head out. Thanks for your help guys.” They walk me to the door and we say our goodbyes until the next time we see eachother. Most likely in the coming days.
I drive home, listening to my eccentric playlist of songs. It’s not my fault I like anything that sounds good to me. So what if my music ranges from children’s tv songs to screamo? That’s my business.
When I’ve been home for just a few minutes I hear a ring at my doorbell. I don’t live far from Kellen and Oli, but I can’t imagine they’d do more than call me if I forgot something. And my neighbors aren’t exactly… friendly. There’s a reason all our homes are so far apart.
It’s a far cry from my Texas small town. I continue ignoring it until it happens again a couple minutes later.
I don’t bother to look at the camera before heading to the front door. I open it, shocked to find who’s standing there.
“Echo.”
Now
“What?” Echo asks, raising a brow, “Did you think I came here to talk about music?”
I mean, I’d hoped.
“We are not having sex in here.” This room is sacred. My instruments are my babies. There are hundreds of delicate items in this room alone.
“Why not?” I look around as I think about it. Other than the safety of my instruments I guess there isn’t any real reason. I know Echo would accept it if I put my foot down and said no, but this might be a first step in my fledgling plan. I’ve already showed trust by bringing him in here. And it could be hot.
“We have to be careful of instruments. Stay in the middle of the room.”
I’m incredibly nervous about this. I can afford to replace them sure, but I would rather not have to.
He pumps his fist. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom and you’re gonna get supplies.” he says before bouncing from the room.
Fuck. Okay.
I run up the stairs and into my bedroom, beelining to my bedside table. I pull out some lube and a condom and make my way back to the music room. I stop at my towel closet and grab one for good measure.
After I lay down the towel I sit and await instruction. I enjoy my submissive side, don’t get me wrong, but I do miss the way things used to be. We used to be more equal. It’s been an unspoken rule since we started hooking up again that only Echo doms.
Echo strides into the room with a bounce in his step, stopping in the middle when he’s in front of me. For a brief moment he stands there, bouncing on heels as if awaiting instruction, before remembering himself, shaking his head as if to clear it out. I sigh internally.
While we aren’t the kinkiest guys around, we still use obvious dominant and submissive roles during sex. Some people, like us, are switches, and enjoy being on both ends of the spectrum. Some people, might like both but are okay with sticking to one role for whatever reason.
Echo is not some people. And because of some internalized feelings toward submission and my massive fuckup a few years ago, he’s been denying that side of himself for who knows how long. He needs both.
