Here's something I'm working on now. Also, there are dragons. But not in this bit.

“If I am the one fake sleeping with you, I sort of need to know the terms of our fake relationship. Like, can I see other people?” He bunched up a blanket and shoved it under his head—there were a limited number of pillows, and Sterling had both of them. He also wasn’t really in the mood to push the limits of their very new and very strangely-defined relationship by demanding a pillow. Or perhaps it was exhaustion coupled with laziness. Either way, he somehow dreaded the thought of actually asking for one of his own damned pillows.

Sterling turned onto his side, his eyes already closed. “Are you really the type of guy who would cheat on your fake boyfriend?” The last few words trailed off into sleep.

“Yes, I am the type of guy who would cheat on his fake boyfriend. In fact, I am the type of guy who would cheat on his fake boyfriend, for real, with his fake boyfriend’s very real sister. And have very real sex with her. In the very fake bed you’re now sleeping in.”

He looked over at Sterling. Either he was sound asleep, or really good at avoiding difficult conversations. Either seemed plausible at this point. “So. No point in asking exactly why the hell everyone thinks we’re an item?”

Sterling’s slightly open mouth offered no answer—just a continued steady audible exhale.

“Yeah. I didn’t think so. Illusive jackass.” Eli reached up and turned off the light and closed his eyes. He was unconscious before his head even hit his very fake and yet very lumpy pillow.#my stuff