Beautiful Figment

GAME PLAY by Beautiful Figment

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“What do you want to do?” I asked, furiously working my thumbs on the controller.

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” Jasper replied.

“Wanna smoke?”

“Are you kidding me? Do you not remember Weed Gate 2011 when mama grounded me for a month? I can’t believe your mama doesn’t smell it on you.”


Jasper leaned over in that fruitless way we do when trying to force our guy on the screen to move further in one direction.

“Fuck a duck!” he yelled when I shot his guy.

“Boom!” I shouted. “Head shot!”

“Not cool, man.” Jasper elbowed me in the ribs.

“I’ll show you not cool,” I said, leaning over to fall in his lap when I send my men after the rest of his squadron.

“Edward,” he hissed. “Please don’t.”

“Please don’t what?” I snuggle into his lap, slaughtering his men until he shoves me off.

“I said don’t!”

“Dude, chill the fuck out. What’s wrong?”

Looking at Jasper, his face was twisted as if he was in pain and I couldn’t understand why?

“Did I crush your nuts or something?”

“Edward, I’m gay.”

Well, holy shit.

“Um…seriously? Like, you like dudes?” He must be joking.

“Yes, seriously. I think I’m gonna leave now.” Jasper started to get up before I stopped him.

“Wait, why are you leaving? Don’t leave.”

“You wanna hang out with the gay guy?”

“You’re my best friend, Jasper. I…I don’t care if you don’t like chicks.”

I was a little weirded out by the gay thing, but it really didn’t matter to me.

“You really don’t care?” he asked.

“No.”

Jasper sat back down, cross-legged, without another word and we continued to play our game. Every so often we bumped elbows as we put our guys through their paces, taking each other out.

I couldn’t help but steal glances at Jasper out of the corner of my eye. He certainly didn’t look gay to me. I always thought gay men were more feminine. Jasper was the opposite of feminine. He had dark blond stubble on his jaw, his sharp features were very masculine and he certainly smelled like a man. I felt my face heat up when he glanced at me and caught me looking at him.

“Why are you blushing, Edward? See something you like?”

“No, jackass,” I replied, shoving him to the side with my shoulder.

He shoved me back just as hard and it turned into a shoving match. We were pretty much ignoring the game. When he managed to shove me completely on the floor he shocked the hell out of me when he kissed me.

It was just a short peck of a kiss, no tongue or anything, but he fricken kissed me!

“Just had to get that out of my system,” he muttered, returning his attention to the game.

The thing that struck me as the most strange is that I wasn’t repulsed by it. It was silly, really, and I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt. I couldn’t will away the heat that filled my face, neither could I stop looking at him when he was paying attention to the screen.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Did he like me? Like that?

“I told you. I had to get it out of my system. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.”

My face heated up further.

“Shitty kiss if you ask me,” I joked.

“So, what are you saying?” he asked, putting down his controller.

“Um,” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, if I wanted to kiss someone I’d really kiss ‘em.”

“Are you suggesting that I really kiss you, Edward?” His eyebrows were raised exceptionally high and his mouth formed a soft ‘o’.

“I wasn’t saying that, it’s just, that if I had one shot, I’d make it count.”

“Well, I had my one shot. And there you have it. I’m a shitty kisser,” Jasper said, picking up his controller and resuming game play.

“I didn’t mean to make it sound like that. God. I dunno.” I resumed playing right alongside him.

I didn’t have the heart to resume my fierce attack on his squadron like I did earlier and Jasper easily started taking out my men. When I gave up, he shocked the hell out of me by grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me…really kissing me. I could do nothing in response due to my shock.

“Please,” he whispered against me. “Kiss me back.”

I didn’t have the heart to push him away, and his lips on mine didn’t feel all that horrible, so I figured there would be no harm in at least humoring him. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, our lips sliding against each others, soft suction and bites that quickly had the heat flushing throughout my body instead of simply pooling in my face.

When he pulled away from me, I actually whimpered.

I don’t know if it was the sound I made or the kiss that made him smile like he was smiling at me, but it didn’t matter. His mood was altogether changed, and I didn’t mind it one bit.

“Um, for the record, Jazz,” I said, when he picked his controller back up, “you’re not a shitty kisser.”

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