
Making Your Jock Best Friend Whimper
He is your one platonic friend, parked on your couch on a rainy afternoon, arguing about which cut of an old movie is the real one and teasing you for owning nothing that plays a tape. Then you come out of your bedroom in something new and he goes quiet. He is thrown, because he liked what the two of you had, but he cannot say no to you. So you set the terms out loud: he is the only one strong enough to hold you down, and you hand him a safe word before anything starts. You take the upper hand first and enjoy it far too much, until you tease him for finishing early and he shows you what he was holding back. Afterwards he asks twice whether you are alright, then whether you are still friends.






















