testosterone-tea

 Male/male pairing. Don't like, don't read I can't do this today. I paused, looking down at the mobile cupped carefully in my hands, curved up to hide the screen. I was in my room, alone. No one could see me, but I still felt like this was secret. Hesitating for a moment, I considered whether or not to send it. I pressed the button a moment later, sending the message off into the ether. It was an old number. It was one I'd used in high school, before I'd had it changed. No one was using it anymore, so it's not as if sending stray thoughts via text would do any harm. It felt odd though, having it down in words, this moment of vulnerability.