Addie Loses His Shit

"...What do you expect me to do?" He asked, sighing heavily. "You're the type of person I despise. You can't change that."

"Then why do I consistently get you very randy?" he asked.

Addie smoldered again, his temper about to flare up.

"Shut up." He snapped. "This is why I don't like you."

"Because I get you hot? Ooooh, interesting--do elaborate."

"NO!" He snapped, still smoldering and producing tiny flames. Flamlets. "I hate you because you think you do and you constantly try! It's annoying!"

"Then why do you get hard?" he asked simply. "All I want to know. You know, in the deep dark girly corners of my mind, I fancy it's because you share my feelings."

"Of course that's not the reason!" He snapped, but he was not necessarily angry; he stayed unlit. "Fine, you really, really wanna know the reason?! It's just because your stupid, stupid hair is long like a woman's. That's it."

God, what a terrible lie.

He grinned.

"I'll grow it longer until you let me give you head."

He wrinkled his nose in fake disgust.

"No, never! That's...gross." He insisted, crossing his arms.

"It'll be to the floor--men don't have hair that long, right?" He laughed, winking. "I'd love to, if it'd make you sleep with me."

"No! You'd have to be a woman for me to sleep with you, and even then that's still gross because you've got the manners of a murdering asshole!" He insisted, stomping his foot. "So the answer is no!"

He glanced to the side.

"Well, I could bite my mate again...of course, you didn't seem to enjoy that as much as your average hetero male. You'r quite the enigma, mate."

"No, I don't want to have sex with you as a woman, either!!" He shouted, but he was the opposite of angry. In fact, he really, really wanted to do Royce. In any form.

"I want to bang you always," he replied truthfully, shrugging. Though he smiled, it looked less than happy. "It's kind of horrible. I can't shag other people anymore--I only think of you, and that taste I got that one night..." He licked his lips slowly.

"I can only think of you, and how pretty and well-hung you are, and how I just want all of you. It's become quite the problem--haven't had a decent lay with a woman in weeks." He laughed.

Addie furrowed his eyebrows. He actually hadn't realized it was this bad. He thought Royce was just being an idiot. Now he did kind of feel guilty.

"...'s not my fault." He grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Sure it is," he said. "You resist me for no reason and it drives both of us bonkers."

"I resist you because I'm not gay!" He insisted, stomping his foot again.

"Then would you prefer me as a woman?" he asked.

"N-no!" He insisted. "B-because reasons!"

"Then take me like this," he said, sticking out his tongue at Addie. "Come on, I won't bite unless you want it."

"I don't want you!" He insisted angrily. "Just leave me alone! And I'm sick of being in this bathroom!"

"I'm not," he said with a wink, "I just want to fuck you against the wall and get your cum all over my hands."

He shuddered.

"You're disgusting." He spat, heading for the door.

Royce grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Will you just humor me for five minutes? Your entire existence is in inconvenience to me--a constant source of frustration. And it'd be so easy to relieve, too..."

Addie shoved him away.

"No, for the last time! I'm glad I frustrate you because at least now you know how I feel!"!