#monkota

[text] Come over. You left your underwear here - SLOANTHONY

[text] I’ll be right over. 

[text] You butt dialed me last night and I heard you say you loved her. - CORDEN 

[text] I[text] What?[text] I didn’t… 

[text] When I kiss her I can only think of you. - breakup PINALICE 

[text] You chose to leave.

[text] Oh, right. I probably wasn’t good enough any way. - (sarcastic) MONKOTA

Montana stood at the end of their bed, feeling needy as he stared at Dakota. He hated how cliche gay their relationship could be sometimes, hated how he felt like such a 'woman' in the relationship some days. It honestly switched between them, even though Montana was always the bottom, it switched emotion-wise. He’d never been sexist or a believer in a ‘woman/man’ in a gay relationship as they’re both one fucking sex, and the same sex is the fucking point, but as sexist sayings go, women are always the ‘needy, demandy, whiny ones who need attention from their partners.’ It’s not that he was always ‘needy’ or anything else, it’s just sometimes.

Times when all he wants is love, or sex, or fun, or just time spent with Dakota, and all Dakota wanted to do was watch TV or be a drunken shit. He grumbled under his breath before whine-moaning, "Dakoootaaa." When all he gave him was a "Hm," Montana glanced at the TV and sighed, not even paying attention to what sport it was before turning back to Dakota. "Dakota." He narrowed his eyes and ran his hand down Dakota's shin, it being crossed over the other. "Deputy," he whine-moaned again, licking his lips.

Normally the positions were switched, and times like this drove Montana crazy. Dakota was often trying to get Montana to do something to recognize something. Nothing in particular. Not saying that it’s attention, or love, or sex, just anything. Montana was still trying to get used to seeing Dakota as his lover and his best friend. That’s why times like this made him so crazy. How he could desire Dakota in such strong ways when he was still trying to train his mind into seeing Dakota as his lover.

They were still best friends of course, and they’ve always loved each other, but now it wasn’t platonic. It was romantic and it was real.

Although Dakota finally acknowledged him kind of after he groaned out ‘Deputy,’ he still wasn’t giving it enough. Montana turned around and pressed the power button on the TV and jumped onto the bed, straddling Dakota. He pulled the remote out of his hand and tossed it into the chair on the opposite of the bed. Montana smiled and set his hands on Dakota’s chest, scooting up and settling into his lap. “I hope you have that recording,” he told Dakota, a grin still playing on his lips, “because you’re going to be preoccupied.” He licked his lips and set one hand on Dakota’s neck, running his thumb across it.