Prompt: "I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you're really attractive."
Genre(s): Humour
Midterms were a hell of a stress load.
Fox had finished his last one that day, and was now easing himself into the tub. He clenched at the hot water, but sighed with relief as he let the heat sink into him, releasing the tension.
The tub water was filled with bubbles and scents that were washing away the anxieties he had felt for the past couple of weeks. Fox never had baths like this, as showers were good enough for him until he met Coco. The first time she visited his place she was completely blown away by how untidy his den was (it left him wondering if she had met any other college students before.)
Since then, she would always show him new soaps and scents that she found before "forgetting" them as she left. Fox was annoyed at first, but when he confronted her about it she pretended not to have a clue on what he was talking about, "but you can keep those anyways, I have plenty of my own."
So Fox was left with a shelf full of bath salts and perfumes, some of which featuring the most ridiculous names he'd ever heard of (Aftertaste of Yule Log sounded like something he'd clean a toilet with) but Fox didn't mind some of them. The ones that didn't suffocate his nasal passages were actually pretty nice, even if the scents didn't match the name. He had a fancy bottle of Rosemary and Time* as well as Paprika Dance sitting out on the edge of the tub. He thought it was stupid to put them in such decorative little bottles, but figured that's what made them more marketable.
Plus, they did make for great selfies, which Fox felt obligated to take for Coco to show that he was actually using her "gifts."
He reached up to grab his phone, figuring there was no time like the present to satisfy his friend with one of his bath selfies. Coco openly drooled at a lot of her male friends, raising a lot of questions and eyebrows. Fox was indifferent towards it all.
The camera opened on his phone, and he posed as best as he could, making sure the bottles were in view. After flicking some of his hair away he pressed click, and then texted the photo to Coco.
Placing the phone down on the edge of the tub, Fox let himself relax for the few minutes it took before the vibration alerted him of the reply.
He did not expect what was on the screen.
Fox was staring at a picture of a man. Not just any man, but a naked man. Not just any naked man, but a naked man in a tub. Not just any naked man in a tub, but a man with a number identical to Coco's, minus the last two digits being switched. Fox may be studying Calculus but the odds of this happening seemed unfathomable.
Although Fox had to give it to this guy, he was… pretty fine.
Another message from Hairy-chest Tub-man popped up.
[I'd have a glass of wine to swish but as a matter of fact I finished the bottle of last night. Caught me with my pants down.]
Fox rapidly punched in letters to reply back to him.
{that was for my friend asswipe!}
[You have a friend named asswipe?]
Teeth grinded. Who was this guy, trying to be cute about all this?
{classic comeback there}
{while my friend can be an asswipe, thats not her name}
{no that you need to know that, your just a wrong number i sent my selfie too}
[Nah, I'm just your chance bathtub encounter. I'll be on my way now, to sitting here more. Say hi to Asswipe for me.]
Fox huffed, slamming the phone down. Good riddance to that guy, and his annoying cool attitude, his ridiculous wit and his fine jawline.
Fox's hand slithered over the phone. He gently turned it over, and scrolled back up to the stranger's selfie, more slowly observing his manly, chiseled face and abs of cheese-grater quality.
He wouldn't mind an aftertaste of that.
{whoa whoa whoa i didnt mean get lost bc i wouldve said that, trust me}
{whats your name btw}
The phone was set down, but no immediate reply came. Fox wondered if he actually screwed it up with the hot tubber. Coco always told him that his running mouth would leave him alone with 6 cats, but he didn't think that to be true.
A buzz crashed his train of thought, and Fox practically tossed up the phone.
[Sage. Probably sounds good next to your Rosemary and Time there. Classy btw.]
[What's yours?]
Fox grinned; he actually got a name out of the guy, and a number technically. Coco was going to riot later.
He paused a moment before carefully replying,
{classwipe. when i met asswipe i almost shit myself}
{jk don't you dare call me that i s2g}
{im fox}
Notes: "Time" was intentionally spelled that way for the sake of poetically named fragrances.
Additionally, any typos in the text speak are left in for the sake of realism, which probably goes without saying.