Austin grimaced as Rob once again pulled out a surprise win in Magic 2014. "You just know the decks better than me, that's all." Rob rolled his eyes, hands working over the keyboard quickly. A moment of silence passed while the two mysterious men typed, each uncomfortable breaking the fragile veil of mere friendship between them.
"Hey Austin, want to play another game?" Rob's slightly static voice came over the speakers, and Austin shifted in his chair uncomfortably as his roommate's dogs began to bark. He hummed the super meat boy theme song and broke into song by the Styx.
"Doooo-deeee-looooo...fuck, man- do you want to get this on or not? Jesus shitfuck." Rob was becoming impatient, but at the sound of Rob's voice, Austin began to blush, and, forgetting that his webcam was still on, his hand unconsciously moved towards his-
"Yeah, that sounds good." Austin's voice shook, and her moved his hand up, biting his lip.
Rob squinted at the pixelated screen, the delay of the video providing him a clear view of Austin's hand movement. He gulped, his normally expressive voice lost for words. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was suddenly parched, and he lipped his lips nervously.
"Austin...jesusfuckingchrist...don't do that." He spoke under his breath, and his voice cracked halfway through the sentence.
Austin, caught in the act, jumped, Rob's gravelly voice resonating in his headphones. For a moment he was afraid, but then he heard the quiver in his voice, and smirked. "Are you sure...you want me to stop?"
