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Ricky and I left the water, heading back to the dying embers of the campfire. I couldn't help but grin after what had happened. 'Don't worry,' Ricky said, putting his hand on my shoulder as we walked back, 'I'll let Jake know I found out, and that you didn't tell me.'
His touch felt electric on my cold shoulder, and I felt myself blushing, before my mind stepped back to what he had said. I hadn't thought about how Jake might react to Ricky finding out. Not well, was my immediate thought. I felt my heart start to beat a bit faster, as so many scenarios of Jake, angry and hurt ran through my head. Fake arguments, shouting and even worse, him simply leaving.
Ricky must have picked up on this. 'He'll be fine with it. And if he's going to be annoyed with anyone, it's going to be me.' he said firmly, squeezing my shoulder bit tighter.
We dressed in silence, Jake still snoring lightly, lying against the log where we left him. Ricky shook him gently, waking him up, while I started gathering the rubbish. We decided Ricky would take Jake back to his, and I would head back home.
The next afternoon I woke up, a slight hangover and a dry mouth. I stretched awake and headed downstairs for some food, checking my phone for any messages. The RJS chat that the three of us had was empty, the last meme of an excited Pikachu dancing brightly from Jake the night before.
Eventually I drove to the gym, and worked on my push day, doing some bench and dumbbell press variations and triceps exercises. I had tried to go heavier with the bench, struggling with the weight, when a discord notification pinged in my earphones. I lost concentration and my tempo, getting myself trapped under the bar and having to be rescued.
Unfortunately, the two kickboxers who frequented the gym were the closest ones, as they lifted it off my chest. 'You okay?' they asked. I blushed and nodded my thanks, not trusting myself to speak, embarrassed that these two tattooed Adonises were the ones who had to save me.
I watched them go before I grabbed my phone. I had two messages, one from Ricky and one to our group chat. I opened the group chat, seeing a gif Jake sent of Zoolander dancer, the words game night flashing on the screen. 'When's everyone free?' Relieved I opened Ricky's, 'Spoke to Jake. All cool!'
I responded to Ricky's with a thumb up, and asked the group chat if they wanted to come to mine the next night. Thumbs up followed the comments, as we started discussing what we were going to do.
Ricky and Jake arrived together the next night, letting themselves in and calling up to me in my room. I rolled out of bed where I had been doom scrolling to great them, throwing the piles of clothes off my bed. 'Dude,' Ricky said, 'You really need to do some laundry. And open a window, it stinks in here.' He pulled my curtains across opening it, while Jake dove across the sofa claiming it.
Ricky turned to sit down. 'Move.' he gestured to Jake.
Jake responded with decorum and grace, giving Ricky the fingers. 'Nah, I was here first.'
'I'll sit on you.' Ricky said, rising to his full 6'4.
Jake looked rattled for a moment, fit doubled down with a second middle finger. Ricky just bent down scooping Jake up. Jake began to struggle, but his small frame could do nothing as Ricky walked him to my bed and dumped him on it, leaving him sprawled out and complaining, as Ricky ran back to the sofa.
Jake pretended to have a tantrum, before noticing something. 'Fuck sake Stephen,' he said grabbing my bin and showing it to Ricky, 'How much have you been jacking off? This thing is full of tissues.'
