Its hard to tell

As my eyes made it to his face they rested upon his deep smirk. Is that because i was looking? Did he notice? Surely not? But maybe idk?

I mean he does always seem to have one plastered across his annoying face. Maybe he didnt. Just dont mention it and maybe hell forget.

Why was I even looking in the first place? Im not into dicks or guys. But it was just there. At eye level. Smashing through the air like a bat.

Would it be gay if I said it was big? Thick? The damage that thing could do to someone, Jesus.

Anyway getting too distracted now. I should get back to questioning where my boxes are.

"Wheres my stuff?" I groggily ask having just woken.

"Oh yeh I unpacked it for you since you passed out. Yknow you shouldve just asked for help. Id've offered but you seemed determined to do it alone."

What? Arebyou seriously saying I just had to ask? Fucksake.

"Okay well where is it all?" I question.

"Woah!" He recoils in shock "No thank you? Or thanks mate? Nothing?" Genuine offence clear in his tone.

"Oh sorry, yeh thank you for putting my stuff away."

"Good boy"

And theres the smirk again ffs. Smug bastard. Whatever, I just want to know where my shit is.

"Clothes are in your wardrobe and drawers, top drawer for undies. Nice briefs btw."

"Oh erm thanks?" I respond to the compliment in confusion, unsure whether it was genuine or taking the piss. So what if i like colourful briefs.

"See you're getting the hang of thanking me, good boy."

There he goes again.

"Ive set up your PC for you and put it on the wifi cus I know that can be a bitch."

Oh thank god. I really dont have the energy to do that.

"Nice thanks man." I jump, suddenly full of energy as I make my way straight to the computer.

"No problem. Im going out. Later." Jake finishes dressing before leaving through the door. Or atleast I think he did, having become engrossed in a screen.