can i hit it in the Morning?
the sun rising while you Moanin’…
when Ever meets a handsome and intriguing stranger online, she grapples with whether or not she should take the potentially harmful chance of meeting up with him in person. after only one video chat.
he’s so close that it must be fate, right? and he’s most likely not a murderer so, really, what’s the worst that could happen?
in the Morning ( Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black Plus Size OC )
Genre: Smut
Warnings: 18+, Explicit Language, Alcohol and Drug Use
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I.
Bored and disappointed as hell, I dropped the remote and grabbed my laptop from the other side of the bed. My expected, and much anticipated, company had just called to announce that he and, most upsetting for me, his penis wouldn’t be able to make it tonight. Flaky ass nigga. I huffed and opened the laptop, logging on to Skype and starting to look for this one guy I had talked to a while back. He seemed cool, and was so fine, but I hardly ever kept people in my contacts for long. I never saved my call history either. Luckily, I remembered his name having something like the word ‘stunt’ in it, so I typed it into the search bar and started to scan the profiles that came up in the results.
A few minutes into my hunt, I got a call, interrupting the process. But it was my girl, Koree. As if she didn’t have my actual phone number. I laughed before even answering, knowing she would have something slick waiting for me. “What’s up, boop?”
“What the hell you doing on here this late?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “I could be asking you the same thing.”
She half shrugged and turned away for a second, coming off mighty suspicious. “I’m just tryna look out for you.”
I didn’t even dignify that mess with a response. I let my blank face say everything for me and, before long, we were crackin’ up. “Girl, please.”
“Nah, but, for real, I just got done talking to my boo. He’s on another one of those damn business trips.”
“Awwww.”
“I knooow,” she whined, looking all pitiful. “You already know I miss him.”
“Yeah, I know. But what were y’all, um, ’talking’ about at,” I stopped to look up at the time on my screen, “3am?”
“Nothing, really. Just a regular conversation.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, bouncing my brow in full on doubt. “I bet. With y’all nasty asses.”
She fell out, dying laughing in the most telling way. “Don’t hate, Evy Ev.”
“Hate?” I scrunched my face at her choice of words. She knew me better than that. “You know I gets mine.”
“And you know you need to start lookin’ for somebody to settle down with.”
“Oh, God.” I reached up and grabbed my heart, distress all over my expression. She was giving me chest pains. “Settle down? You on a roll this morning, huh? Girl, stop.”
“Yeah, whatever. I can’t wait until somebody has your ass gone.”
“Why are we even talking about this right now? How did this become the conversation?”
“You in denial, but it’s bound to happen.”
“Yeah, well, it did happen. And one time was more than enough for me. You were there, were you not?” I snapped, frown still in place, wondering if she had forgotten or something.
“I was, and I’ll continue to believe that your person is out there, girl. I’m telling you. You gon’ be so in love, and they gon’ be so good to you. Ooh, I can’t wait!”
I just rolled my eyes and waved her aggravating behind off. All she could do was laugh. “Mhmm. But, if you don’t mind, I was busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Eww. Minding mine, nosy.”
“Yeah. You better not be doing nothing crazy. I see that robe. Probably naked up under there,” she teased lightheartedly, giggling at her own joke.
I held my laughs and threw on a little false indifference to go with it. I loved messing with her. “Maybe.”
“Ever.” In a matter of seconds, her smile and tone both fell as she morphed from my best friend to a concerned parent.
“I’m just playin’, girl. Fix your face.” I was almost in tears laughing at her. I really wasn’t expecting her to fall for that one and so quickly. “The only reason I’m even wearing this is because I was supposed to be having company. But his ass backed out last minute.” My own face soured again just thinking about it.
“That’s what you get,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Excuse you? You don’t wish canceled dick appointments on anybody. Have some class.”
“Anyway, I’m going to bed. You should, too.”
“Nope, I’m not sleepy. I’m ’bout to find me a lil cutie on here to chop it up with for a few minutes. I don’t feel like actual niggas anymore.”
She looked at me and frowned from the depths of her soul. I mean, face was just too stank. “You be on here talkin’ to randoms?”
“Yeah, sometimes. Don’t look at me like that.” I was even frowning a bit myself. “It’s fun. Plus, I’m bored.”
“Mhmm.”
“A thug just trying to have an innocent conversation. Sheesh!”
“Ok, sis,” she continued in a high pitched tone, blowing me off. Like I was lying or something.
I smacked my lips at her. “Don’t be like that.”
“You the one. Don’t get yourself in trouble over there tonight. Behave.”
“Yes ma’am,” I snickered. Little did she know, her warnings had gone unheeded.
“I’m going my tired butt to sleep. Goodnight, girl. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Ok, boop. ’Night.”
Koree was always bothering me about ‘settling down’. And she knew, better than anybody, that that mess was no longer part of my chemical makeup. I had many options that I took full advantage of, and I just couldn’t see my life going any other way. Whether she wanted to believe it or not, I actually enjoyed being single. I mean, what in the world could one person, the same person, over and over possibly do for me? Other than bore me to death, nothing. And I could most certainly do without the stress and drama that relationships always come with. Just real extra for no reason. That being tied down shit just wasn’t for me.
And I was not naked underneath my robe. Not completely anyway.
I was, however, having a very hard time finding the guy I was looking for. So, I brought up my Apple Music to find some tunes to vibe to while I searched. I began to scroll down, looking at the artist column to try and figure out what type of mood I was in. Almost instantly, I stopped at Dru Hill and clicked on the song I wanted to hear the most, ‘Never Make A Promise’. As it came through my speakers, I quietly sang along and went back to Skype, continuing to sift through profiles.
Until one stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Daaamn, Gina!”
It wasn’t who I had originally been searching for, but later for that man. This one was fine as fuck! And he was in Cali.
“Oh my Gooood,” I groaned, leaning in to get a closer look at his pic. It was small, but I could see him from the chest up. His body held this black aviator jacket and a black tee and, of course, he looked amazing in them. He had on semi dark shades and a beanie, so I couldn’t see much of his eyes or his hair, but his beard and mustache were very neatly trimmed. And those lips… my God, those lips. Then, on top of all that, he had the nerve to be smiling. And it wasn’t a regular one either, it was that cute ass half smile guys always do whenever they’re trying to be, well, cute. And, let me tell you, that thing was pretty enough to induce tears.
His username was Stunna and he was undeniably one of the most beautiful men I had seen in a really long time. And he wasn’t even the type of guy I was usually attracted to. Baby faces were my kryptonite, but he was, without a doubt, grown as hell. Had my mouth watering up a storm.
He was contact material all day. I hit the button to add him, but I had no intention of calling him any time soon. I couldn’t seem too anxious. So, I went back to my browser and started to sing along again, turning my attention to my Twitter. Like always, my timeline was dry and my DMs and mentions were filled with spam. Frustrated, I smacked my lips and logged out. Next, I jumped on Facebook. I was never really there much, so I had tons of messages, friend requests, game invites and other mess. I logged out of that, too. I even picked up the remote again, but, after confirming that there really was nothing on any of those useless ass hundreds of channels, I just turned the TV off altogether.
As I sat there actually contemplating if I should dig through the catacombs of my mind and try to remember my MySpace login, my laptop started to ring for the second time, cutting my song right in the middle. For a moment, I thought it was Koree getting ready to bother me again, but it wasn’t. It was Stunna. I was so shocked, and hella nervous for some reason, but it brought a smile to my face nonetheless.
I debated whether I should answer or not, but boredom moved my hand to answer for me. When he popped up, he was even more beautiful than his picture. He wasn’t wearing a hat or glasses, and them waves was on swim—so dey hade on him—you hear me? Damn. I think I lost the ability to speak for a minute.
“What up?”
“Nothin’, chillin’. What’s up with you?”
“Not much. Um, we know each other?” He looked so confused, I had to laugh.
“No, I’m sorry.”
“You good. I just wanted to make sure. I was talking to my lil cousin and saw you added me.”
“Yeah. Sometimes I like to browse and add a few… interesting looking people.”
“Interesting, huh?” he asked, recreating that killer of a half smile in real time. “What that look like?”
“Mostly like you can hold an actual conversation. Just for when I’m bored.”
“So, you tryna use me. Ok.”
I smacked my lips at him, but I probably could’ve worded it a little better. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’m messin’ with you,” he said, with a slight laugh. “You look pretty interesting yourself. So, what’s up?”
I just smiled, shaking my head. I couldn’t let him see me sweat. “Nothing at all. I just flipped through like 300 channels and nothing’s on, can’t find nothing to do, and my phone dry as ever.”
“I feel you. That was me until my cousin sent a text telling me to get on here. Her and her friends just drunk dialed me.”
“Oh, no,” I laughed.
“Yeah, and she ain’t even 21. I’ma kick her ass. They was in that dorm lit; you should’ve seen ’em.”
“Awww, leave her alone.”
“You must be a lil badass, too.”
“Somethin’ like that.” He chuckled and I couldn’t help but do the same. That deep, buttery smooth voice of his was mesmerizing. Definitely had me ready to spread something.
“I don’t mean to be nosy, but where are you from? ’Cause you don’t sound like West coast, you sound like down South.”
I giggled at the ask. Obviously this wasn’t the first time I had been questioned over the drawl in my voice. But, this time, I didn’t mind it so much. “Yeah, that’s probably because I’m from Atlanta. But I been here for a while. I guess the Gawja just never left my voice.”
“Yeah. I’m glad.” He smiled again and I actually felt my face warm up. Lord, this man.
“You from here or you a transplant, too?”
“Well, I’m originally from Oakland, but I’ve been here since I was a kid.”
“So you a north Cali boy at heart, huh?”
“Through and through. I try to go back as much as I can.”
“That’s dope. I haven’t been back home in a minute.”
“You should go. Breaks from L.A. are necessary.”
“You ain’t lying about that. But, um, you never told me your name.”
“Yahya. What’s yours?”
“My name’s Evony. But everybody calls me Ev.” I was lying. I didn’t know him, though, so he had to get my internet moniker. He could only get the real name if he made it past the free trial period. All of my rules thus far had flown the coop, but I had to maintain some type of stability here.
“Evony. I like that. Never heard it before.”
“Thanks. My mom gave it to me.”
“Yeah? And how long ago was that?”
I was too tickled at him asking my age on the sly. It was cute. “I’m almost 29. Definitely nothing underage going on over here.”
“You know a nigga gotta check nowadays,” he quipped, with a chuckle.
“I do. So let me check on you now.”
“Oh, ok.” He dropped his head, still laughing a bit. “I just turned 32 ‘bout three months ago.”
“Ok, you good.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’m good.” At that point, I was convinced that he was using his smile as a weapon. How dare he? The amount of continued effort I’d had to use to keep cool since this interaction had started was ridiculous.
“So, where are you located exactly?”
“I can’t tell you, that’s dangerous.”
“Boy, stop.”
“I’m jokin’,” he said, laughing again. I playfully rolled my eyes, replacing my sudden grimace with an amused grin. “I’m out here in Ladera.”
“That’s crazy. I’m in Baldwin Hills.”
“Ok. You just up the street a lil bit.”
“Literally. I’ve never spoken to anybody on here so close before. Why haven’t I ever seen you around?”
“I don’t know. I’m kinda upset about that myself.”
I frowned to match his subtle one, genuinely confused. “Upset? Why?”
“‘Cause I wouldn’t mind bumpin’ into you a time or two.”
Completely taken aback, I let my head fall in a pointless attempt to hide the astonishment I had already shown. Wooo, honey! Who was this nigga and, more importantly, what was he trying to do? I had to laugh. It was the only way I could recover. Needless to say, I was highly intrigued.
“And I definitely wouldn’t mind being bumped. A time or two.”
His eyes popped as his head shifted backward, helping his smirk to illuminate his entire face. Similar to what I assume my own face had looked like not even a minute ago. “Oh… aight.”
I could not believe I had just said that. On the other hand, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t let him know that he wasn’t the only one with the shits. Yeah, he may have had me shook, but I wasn’t scared by a long shot. And he had to be made aware. Slowly creeping up on me was the trouble my girl and I had just spoken about. At that moment, ending the conversation probably would’ve been best, but I honestly wasn’t ready to leave. The way my night was going, a little trouble among new friends didn’t sound half bad.
“I’m trippin’. I really need to go to bed.”
“Aww, you tired of me already?”
“Not at all.”
“Then stay. Let me see that pretty face for a few more minutes.”
Once more, my reaction was instant. But it was a sickened look muddled by a flattered grin that I could not contain. A clear contradiction that truly matched how I felt. I didn’t even bother turning away this time. Shit, he knew. “I guess.”
“So, I got you for a lil while longer?” he asked, after a very cute and hearty chuckle.
I gave way to his sorcery, allowing the already present softness to wash over the rest of my features. “Just a little.”
And, in return, I was blessed with that incredible smile again. “That’s cool. I can work with that.”
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