NICK NIELSON sat at his desk scrolling on his computer. He was looking for some hot people to fantasize about, and so far 20 minutes of scrolling through various social apps had turned up nothing in terms of wank worthy guys. He spun his chair around to face away from his desk, looking at the rest of his room. It wasn’t much really, his parents had painted the walls a light gray when he was little, and the floor was dark hardwood covered with a large rug, and (often) a pile of clothes that led from his closet to his attached bathroom.
He realized what a wreck his room was, and sat up from the swivel chair to start to sort the clothes from the floor, and make his bed. He found a jumper that he had been missing for a few weeks, and a few dirty glasses under a pile of shirts next to his bed. He got down on his knees and pressed his face to the floor in a effort to look underneath his bed in hopes of finding any other things he had been looking for recently, such as his non-broken glasses, or the lube he dropped down the side of his bed when trying to stick his fingers in his asshole. The space was too dark for him to see under, so he moved his heavy wooden bedframe away from the wall, and shone a torch in the small gap between the mattress and plaster, moving it around to look for the tube of lubricant. He saw the purple of the bottle and bent down to pick it up, and noticed a bright spot in his peripherals, a glimmer in the darkness under his bed. He aimed the light at it and looked through the darkness to see a ring. He was confused as to what ring it was as he reached to grab it, and as his fingers closed around the cold metal the answer struck him.
It was the ring from three years ago.
The ring he had found at the age of 13, and lost that same day, was lying under his bed for the past three years, every night he went to sleep it was only a couple feet away from him.
He slowly stood up, and put the circle of gold on the same finger he wore it all those years ago, and the same feeling of thrill coursed through his body. Holy fucking hell it felt good, like anything was in his grasp. He moved his bed back against the wall with ease, and walked into the middle of the room.
“Now its time for the fun to start."