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Duncan Pennytree had a serious problem… A particularly embarrassing one, to be honest, he would have preferred facing a constitutional law exam without having opened his textbook to dealing with what was currently on his phone.
He was sitting in a campus café with three of his friends. Lyonel Baratheon was seated across from him, one hand wrapped around his coffee, the other busy absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. To Baratheon’s right, Tybolt Lannister was working on his laptop, though he clearly hadn’t written a word in ten minutes. And next to Duncan, Daeron Targaryen was calmly eating a pastry, looking as though he’d just met the love of his life.
Duncan, meanwhile, was staring at his phone, the screen displayed a conversation and a single message he couldn't bring himself to answer.
« So », Lyonel said, « are you going to tell us, or are you just going to keep staring at your phone until it catches fire ? »
Duncan looked up.
« I'm thinking... »
« For how long ? »
« Nineteen minutes... », Tybolt muttered, checking the time on his laptop.
Young Pennytree sighed as Daeron looked up from his pastry and asked :
« What did he ask you ? »
Duncan hesitated and placed his phone on the table, the three men straightened up almost simultaneously to look at the device resting there.
"It was nice meeting you."
The three men stared at the screen as a thoughtful silence settled over them, then the Baratheon smiled and announced :
« That's an opening."
« An opening to what ? » Duncan asked innocently.
« Into his bed, my dear, beloved Duncan »
Young Pennytree remained silent for a few seconds before asking :
« …Sorry what ? »
Lyonel shrugged with disconcerting casualness and grabbed the phone :
« Right, let's reply to him »
« Wait… »
It was too late ; Lyonel had already opened the chat and typed a message :
"I enjoyed it too… I hope we can do it again very soon."
Once the message was written, he set the phone down on the table so the other three could admire his handiwork.
« Surprisingly tame », Daeron remarked.
« What do you mean, 'tame' ? » asked the curly-haired man.
« It reads like a message sent to a notary after a meeting », the Lannister stated.
« And what do you suggest ? »
Tybolt picked up the phone and replied :
« You need to let him know he left a mark on you »
Before deleting the sentence and writing :
"I had a great time with you... Since I left, I can't stop thinking about anything but your mouth 🍆"
Duncan stared at the screen, then at Tybolt, then back at his phone screen before asking :
« ...Why is there an eggplant ? »
The Lannister raised an eyebrow.
« It's obvious »
« No »
« Yes »
« No ! »
Lyonel leaned over the table, admiring the message :
« I like it »
« Of course you like it ! »
Daeron, for his part, was studying the message far too seriously :
« I think something's missing »
The Lannister nodded, while Lyonel immediately snatched the phone back and declared :
« Wait ! We can do better »
« What do you mean, better ? »
The Baratheon deleted Tybolt's suggestion while young Pennytree stared at him in horror.
« What are you doing ? »
« A little improvement »
His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, as if he were crafting a masterpiece :
"I had a great time with you... Since I left, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you...
and what I'd like to do to you if we were alone 👁️👄👁️"
Duncan sat frozen, staring at the message, then at the friend across from him, and back at the message again.
« ... »
Tybolt leaned in slightly to get a better look.
« Ah... That’s a lot more explicit »
« Of course it's more explicit ! » young Pennytree exclaimed, causing other people in the cafeteria to turn around at the noise coming from their table.
Lyonel shrugged and remarked :
« At least he won't mistake your intentions »
Daeron, still leaning over the table, nodded slowly.
« I think it's honest »
« Honest ? » Duncan asked, staring at him in disbelief.
The Targaryen studied the screen and raised a finger before declaring, « But we can do better ! » He snatched the phone away with a laugh, quickly typed out his own suggestion, and set the device back in the middle of the table :
"When I see you, I get turned on."
A heavy silence fell over the table, Tybolt blinked, Lyonel slowly opened his mouth, and Duncan stared at Daeron with a look of utter trauma.
« … DELETE THAT ! »
Duncan lunged for his phone, but at that exact moment, a student walked past behind Daeron, his bag bumped into Daeron's shoulder, making the Targaryen jump and causing his finger to accidentally slip across the screen.
Sent.
No one moved, the four of them stared at the screen showing the sent message... no one dared to move or even speak. Then, Duncan slowly covered his face with his hands, and you could practically see his soul leaving his body.
« I’m going to switch universities... no... countries... »
Just then, the phone vibrated. The four men froze as young Pennytree received a new message from that mysterious crush.
The four of them leaned in cautiously, and :
"...Excuse me ? 😳"
Silence fell again, then young Pennytree’s three friends burst out laughing in unison, while poor Duncan kept staring at his phone, wondering why he had asked his friends for advice...
And, more importantly, why he still considered them friends.
At the same time, in an upscale London neighborhood, a young man sat in the Targaryen family living room with a phone in his hands.
Aerion Targaryen was settled comfortably in an armchair, while his father, Maekar Targaryen, calmly reviewed some documents. A few meters away, his uncle Baelor Targaryen sipped his drink, distractedly joining in their conversation.
Aerion, however, was no longer listening, his phone had just vibrated, and he glanced at the screen :
"When I see you, I get turned on."
The young Targaryen remained perfectly still. He reread the message several times, his cheeks gradually flushed, and completely flustered, he finally typed :
"…Excuse me ? 😳"
The reply came almost immediately.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to write that… my fingers slipped 😭 I just wanted to know if you were okay ?"
Aerion stared at the screen… His fingers had slipped… Right… a totally stupid excuse… Then, despite himself, an amused smile escaped him.
« Aerion ? »
He snapped his head up, his father was watching him.
« Yes ? »
« Are you listening to us ? »
Aerion looked at his father, then at his uncle, he had absolutely no idea what they were talking about.
« Of course »
« What were we talking about ? » Baelor asked, raising an eyebrow.
« …Something important… » the younger man finally replied.
Baelor stifled a laugh, while Maekar sighed and returned to his documents.
Aerion looked back down at his phone and reread Duncan's excuse, but this time, he smiled openly. What an idiot but a terribly attractive one. His thumb hovered over the keypad, he thought for a few seconds and simply typed :
"Let's meet at your place tonight, send me your address."
And he hit send.
The next morning, the door to Duncan’s dorm room opened quietly, and Aerion stepped out first. His hair was slightly tousled, his shirt wasn’t buttoned quite right, and he was walking with a slight limp. Duncan appeared behind him, a particularly satisfied smile playing on his lips.
« You okay ? » he asked innocently.
Aerion turned back to him and gently grabbed his collar to pull him close.
« Shut up, you idiot, and kiss me »
He kissed him, a long, lingering kiss and when they pulled apart, Duncan was still smiling, his hands resting on Aerion’s hips.
However, that was the exact moment a voice rang out a few meters away.
« Dunk ! »
Both men turned, Daeron Targaryen was walking toward them, carrying a pack of beer and looking particularly determined.
« I wanted to apologize for yesterday », he called out, « for the message. I totally screwed up and... »
He stopped, his gaze shifted from Aerion to Duncan and back to Aerion. His brain seemed to flatly refuse to process the information, because his little brother... was in his friend’s arms. Daeron stood perfectly still, the pack of beer still in his hands, then his eyes slowly drifted down to Aerion, whose cheeks were still slightly flushed and whose hair was a mess.
A horrible premonition flashed through his mind; he suddenly thought back to the message from the day before.
When I see you, I get turned on.
Daeron went pale, realizing he’d had no idea that text was meant for his little brother.
Oh, fuck.
His father was going to kill him.