Interconnecting

HY1994: You always ask me that.

NY2004: You like when I ask you that.

HY1994 is typing.

HY1994: Shut up.

NY2004: So tell me then. It's rude to keep me waiting. :P

HY1994: Yeah well..I did it.

NY2004: Did what?

HY1994: I ah..you know. You're making me embarrassed.

NY2004: You've typed worse things to me before, this should be easy.

HY1994: I know, I know.

HY1994 is typing.

HY1994: I touched myself over what we talked about the other night.

NY2004: I'm touching myself over it now.

HY1994: Why do you have to say things like that, you know I have to go to work soon.

NY2004: I'd find time to just bend you over against your desk, and fuck you in the time you have left.

HY1994: Ugh fuck, you're making me hard.

NY2004: I'm already there, and already thinking about how I would fuck you so hard, you'd be screaming my name.

HY1994: Hard enough to make me scream..I want you so bad.

NY2004: Trust me, I want you too.

The time was 10:20 PM.

The bathroom light was on, a figure standing inside making preparations. Brown hair was brushed just as a black tank top was being covered by a long, black winter coat. One never would've guess just what contents lied inside of the orange duffle bag that he was picking up from the floor in his bedroom moments later. He switched off all the lights in his room, grabbing his keys, and was walking out into the living room after that.

Just as he passed through the apartment, his eyes caught sight of his roommate and best friend sitting on the couch with yet another woman that he had never met before. He simply waved to them both, making a polite greeting before exiting the residence.

It had always been this way. The same routine occurring about 5 evenings out of the every week. The same situation involving himself getting ready and leaving to see his best friend with another woman that he had managed to get to come home with him for a night of god only knew what. It was lucky for him that he was always working late shifts, into the early evening, then going to his afternoon classes, and returning home to relax for a few hours before starting the same ritual all over again.

Ever since they left Inaba and had first entered college, there had never been a hesitation in both of them agreeing to live together and go to the same college. It had been a carefully planned thing, and it had been in talks even before Yu left after his first year in Inaba. Yosuke had been patiently waiting for the last year of high school to end, and for the time to come when he could be out of the country, back in the city, and back with the one person he loved being with more than anyone else.

But, there had been a hidden something that Yosuke had only ever revealed to one person.

During the summer vacation before college started, a rather huge discovery had been made on his part. He had become quite close to one member of their group during his last year of high school. Rise Kujikawa, the model and actress. She had been inviting him out more; they would frequent to clubs, and had even made a few rare trips into town to go to even better clubs.

One night they had ended up going to a gay club with a friend of hers from the music business. Apparently, Yosuke had more fun than he thought he would've then. During the time when he was 16, he was still naïve, unsure of even most of himself, and it had only been revealed during that years' time when he had met his best friend. Fast forward a year, and Rise had been the one he had felt comfortable enough to confide in that he was at least bisexual, though now, it was much closer to being fully into guys.

He wasn't sure how or why it happened, the transition had been over a lengthy period of almost 2 years, but he knew that the second he came face to face with his best friend and now roommate that he had an attraction to him, and it had probably always been there.

There hadn't been any expectation to come of that though. He knew how the other had been good with women, and it was even more obvious whenever he already had a girl home within the first week of moving in together. It was a daily if not weekly thing for him, and Yosuke was fine with that. He would quietly pine away; trying to distract himself with his studies, job, and well…there was even more to his secret.

Every time he would make the long walk to his job at night, he would always ponder on his life and just how fucked up it all had become in a way. A blessing and a curse of sorts. Not only had he taken to working in a club, but he had also chosen to work in the club as a stripper.

It was a side that no one knew. Not even Rise knew. All she knew was that he was interested in guys. This part of things was something Yosuke had kept for himself, his way out of reality. The thrill was great, the cash was great, and the attention was a well-needed distraction from becoming depressed over something he couldn't have.

Though, he had also become a hermit of sorts, lingering in his room during his breaks, constantly online just to talk to one person. It was a stranger, but it wasn't at the same time. They had met in a random chat between high school servers two years ago. The transition over time between them had been strange, first from banter about games, to talking about life problems, eventually working its way to being comfortable enough to dive into intimacy and now it was just plain dirty half the time.

It was nice in a way, a self-esteem boost, and just a way to get the release he needed every day.

Lately it was becoming intense though, almost like an addiction. The strange want to actually meet the person behind the screen name kept bothering him, even more so when he arrived at work and was in the middle of tugging on his very short leather shorts. Every time he styled his hair, tugged on his boots, and was about to walk out, he would stare at himself in the mirror. Every time he would think: maybe he'll be out in the crowd tonight, and I won't even realize it.

Maybe he'll think about me in his mind and do all the things he said he wanted to.

Maybe, just maybe.

And at the same time, Yosuke's heart would clutch, and he would wish that it wasn't some stranger he met online, but someone real, someone like his best friend. No, he wanted it to be his best friend.

But it's not like that would ever happen, right?

No, he had the worse luck ever.