So instead of writing on my other stoy I just started writing something to see where it went. And it went this way. I've been listening to some Arctic Monkeys and this song Do I wanna know just felt like a good base for a story.
This is so much AU it's ridiculous but I decided to post it anyway..
It's rated M for some mild swearing and some eh.. selfpleasuring, or unpleasuring maybe? Anyway, here's some frustration for you guys, enjoy!
I don't own Cats or the lyrics borrowed.
Oh he really shouldn't. He knew it, it was no good and it would probably do more harm than good. 'But one text couldn't hurt?' he thought and picked up the phone for what must have been the hundredth time that evening. Or night if we are to be picky. 'It's not like I will pour my heart out and embarrass myself' he reasoned. The phone felt big and clumsy in his hands and it took two tries to unlock it. 'A little bad luck, that's all, we all miss a key every now and then' he thought and opened the camera instead of the phone book. He resolutely closed the phone and put it down again. 'I really shouldn't' he decided and looked at the phone lying on the table next to him. So he wasn't himself, well of course he was, but, okey so he had a little catnip, it was almost nothing though.
"Can't a tom send another tom a text just because he had a tiny bit of catnip, like an hour ago" he said out loud to himself and picked up the phone again. He let out a "Ha!" when he managed to unlock it on the first try and took it as a sign he was on the right track. He opened the phone book and searched it. He grinned when he found it 'the knight in silver armour'. He had never changed it to his real name. Alonzo remembered the smug face the silver knight had made when he grabbed his phone and put it in there. He had gotten the phone back with a whisper in his ear 'call me when you've come down again'. Alonzo felt a shudder as he remembered the kiss barely touching his ear before the other tom was gone again.
He came back to the present with a jerk. He caught his phone sliding off his chest with his left paw and realised that the other one had somehow ended up under the waistband of his pyjama pants. For some reason he looked around the room as he slowly pulled his paw out of his pants again. Of course he was alone at home, he lived alone. He straightened up a bit on the small sofa feeling dry in his mouth. He needed some water. He raised up and went out into the kitchen. As he drank from the glass he opened his phone to see how long he'd been out. He spit out the water in surprise and barely stopped himself from dropping the glass. 1 New message it said.
"Fuck!" said Alonzo out loud as he entered the wrong code for the third time in a row, cursing himself for entering a code in the first place 'it's only keeping me out of my phone and no one else is interested' he thought. He got the phone open and his mouth got dry again as he saw that the message was from 'the silver knight in armour'. He realised that he didn't remember if he had typed his own name or something else that night. Yeah, so he had a little catnip that night as well, no big deal, he remembered the important parts. He let out a groan as he saw that the text had been sent an hour ago. Are you flying your kite tonight or are you up for a drink? it said and Alonzo quickly entered sorry I fell asleep, I'm up now though, where r u? It was just past midnight but if his silver knight was out somewhere it wasn't too late to join him. Alonzo crossed his fingers that he was out with some friends and he could join them. He put his glass down on the counter and felt the blood rush back out his fingers. He hadn't realised he had held on to it so tightly.
"Come on" he said to himself, trying his best not to call immediately after he sent the text. 'Give him some time' he thought and was rewarded with a beep from his phone. I'm already home again and nothing more. 'Could it be an invite?' he tried. Alonzo grinned and felt his blood rush south. He shifted his legs a bit as the fabric of the pyjama pants fell just a little bit less than straight from his waist. Do you want company? he typed in and started walking towards his closet. He needed to put on some clothes. The phone made a sound again as he pulled out a pair of jeans. Alonzo fumbled with the lock again and swore. Call me tomorrow, when you have landed it said and Alonzo frowned. He scrolled back up to try to figure out what had made the silver knight doubt him and groaned as he saw it. sorly I felt asleep, im up noiw thought, were r uo? Well that was no mystery. He cursed himself for sending the text without reading it. He just wanted to answer fast. Sure, I'm just sleepy, but I'll call tomorrow, sleep tight. He typed and checked the message several times before sending it.
Technically he was just sleepy, and in a hurry. The misspelling had nothing to do with the catnip. Which was probably already out of his system any way. Alonzo found himself standing with the pair of jeans in one hand and the phone in the other waiting for some kind of good night-phrase back. He tossed the jeans back into the closet and closed it before he went back to the couch. He waited five minutes and the phone stayed silent. He tried to lay down but the couch was too small. 'You have to be stoned to lie comfortably on this one' he thought and winced as he realised he must have taken a bit more earlier than he had planned. But surely it was well and out of his body now. He looked at the time. Twenty minutes. There would come no answer. 'Oh well, he still wanted me to call tomorrow' thought Alonzo and tapped a rytm on his thighs before letting out a sigh. His eyes fell on the bag of catnip on the table. 'Well, since I'm not going anywhere tonight' he thought and reached for it.
'This feels great, and tomorrow I'll call him again' he thought. The memories were a bit hazy from that night a few weeks ago when they first met but one thing was he certain of and that was that he had caught the attention of the sexiest tom at the party. Alonzo grinned at the thought. He had felt his eyes linger a bit as the stranger entered the room. The silver knight only knew Tugger at the party, and being Tugger he had talked to everybody and the silver knight looked a little bit left out from time to time. Alonzo had been determined to just hang out with friends that night. He had been going home with a lot of strangers lately and he didn't feel like doing that for a while again. But every now and then his eyes met the grey ones belonging to the stranger in the room and they exchanged quite a few polite smiles before it got awkward and they both felt like they had to stop looking back or had to walk over. Alonzo had a hard time focusing on his friends conversations, this new tom had just the looks he normally fell for, only better. He was gorgeous, but there was something about him that kept the others from drooling all over him like they did with Tugger. After another round of accidentally meeting each other's gaze and then trying to look like they weren't looking Alonzo decided that it was up to him who knew most people there to take initiative.
They had ended up talking the rest of the evening. About nothing and everything but when it was time for the stranger to leave Alonzo realised he still was just that, a stranger. They had skipped introductions and just talked. It got a little awkward until Alonzo brought out his charm and grabbed the other tom's phone out of his hand with a cheeky smile. He had typed in his name, yeah now he remembered that he had put his real name in, and when he handed it back he got his own in return. Okey, so he wasn't sure exactly how that happened but he remembered well enough what happened after that. He smiled at the memory. He hadn't learned the stranger's real name until several days later when they met up the first time.
Alonzo felt his thoughts keep straying back to those grey eyes. And to that striped silver body. On an impulse he picked up his phone again and typed in I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week, before erasing it again. That would be stupid. He had wanted to write something about planning to do so tonight as well, or something about hoping the silver knight dreamt about him. "Pathetic" he muttered to himself and put the phone down again. He had barely retracted the paw before it reached out and picked up the phone again. This time he put on some music. There was this song that always reminded him about his silver knight. He played it on repeat, humming along to the lyrics with his eyes closed. This song always got to him and he realised that one of his paws fingered on the waistband to his pants again. He resolutely pushed it under and gave himself a trying stroke. It didn't feel great. Didn't feel really bad either. It was mostly the feeling of being quite a sorry sight half lying on his couch, listen to the same song and fantasizing about someone elses touch that held him back. It was nothing wrong in it otherwise. 'might even help me get to sleep' he thought and tried a few more strokes. It felt a bit mechanically and there was a distracting thought that kept poking for attention. He pushed it aside firmly and sped up his tempo, managing to almost keep it away through a less than spectacular orgasm. He looked at the bag on the table and wondered if his silver knight ever thought of calling him when he had a few. 'Cause I always do' he thought with a sigh. He wasn't sure if the feelings even flowed both ways. They had met up a few times and Alonzo always wanted more. He had been so close so many times to lean in and kiss the other tom but changed his mind every time. There was something hesitant about the silver knight on those occasions, though Alonzo was fairly sure there were more between them than friendship. That first night at the party he had been certain, and when the then stranger left him he had been sure it wouldn't be long until they screamed each others name in pleasure. But since then they had mostly met up as friends, talking, laughing and the tone might have been a bit more flirtatious than between friends but still not inviting enough for Alonzo to go in for a kiss.
"Ugh" he let out as he felt himself getting cold and feeling sticky. He raised up and decided to take a shower. That little session had done nothing to satisfy him and he kind of wished he had skipped it all together. He turned on the water and stepped in, no need for a cold shower anymore, which was nice. He was sexually frustrated though. Every time he saw his knight something stirred in him and he couldn't forget that whisper in his ear that first night. His voice had definitely been a bit lower than just before, a bit thick. His breath hot against his ear. That light touch of his lips on the ear before he left. Alonzo heard himself let out a moan and almost felt like crying when he realised his right paw was back between his legs. He felt like this had nothing to do with him, he didn't want this, this was just his stupid body craving friction. He kept stroking himself knowing that it wouldn't be enough this time either. This was just a bad substitute for what he really wanted. He steadied himself with his left paw and came against the wall. It felt marginally better than the previous one.
Alonzo dried himself off with a towel. He didn't even know if the silver knight wanted him. He kept wanting to meet up but nothing ever happened. Alonzo might as well go out and find someone else to release this frustration. But he knew he wouldn't. He was too busy wanting this tom. "Fuck, I'm in deep" he said to no one. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went back out to the couch again. He slumped down and picked up the phone. Almost two in the morning, no messages. Automatically he opened up their conversation and scrolled backwards. Looking for signs that the silver tom wanted something more. It was like it was just beyond reach, phrases that probably meant nothing but could hold something more, if he dared to ask. 'Do I wanna know?' Alonzo thought. What if the knight wanted nothing more than being friends? It would be better not to ask. Or it would have been better to ask earlier. Now he was too self conscious to get anything like that out. "Fuck it" he said and started typing. Aren't the nights mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day? We could be together… If you want to. He finished typing and checked the spelling. He bit his lip. He closed the phone and put it down. 'should I really?' he thought. Then he held his breath, unlocked the phone and sent it before he could think more about it. And immediately changed his mind. He stared at the phone in his hand with distrust, like it had been the phone that tricked him into pushing send. He clicked up the contact info and pushed call thinking he had to explain somehow that he had misclicked or something, anything. Just to realise that calling in the middle of the night might make it even worse. Alonzo cut the call off after just one signal and hoped he hadn't woken up the other tom. He cursed himself for not daring to say something like this earlier. For only having the courage in the middle of the night, alone on his couch after, honestly, a bit more catnip than he'd planned. He threw the phone on the couch and had just planted his face in his paws as it made a sound. 1 New Message.
Why do you only call me when you're high?
Oh yeah, there was this other song by Arctic Monkeys I listened to as well ;)
You all know who the knight is, right?