The Perfect Match [mpreg]

He looks at the screen with his cheek smooshed against his palm as he scrolls down the page, plump bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He stops for a brief moment and yawns, eyes squinting while they water. He's tired, so damn tired. But he can't go to sleep, not yet at least. Not until he turns in his thesis. It's already past midnight, nearing three in the f***ing morning. But he's still stuck on his dumb conclusion. He needs a break. He swears, if he doesn't stop now he'll die. He minimizes Microsoft and clicks on Chrome. He goes on IG and scrolls down, sees silly posts from people he doesn't even know but follows anyway. He yawns again. He places his head on his desk and takes a deep breath as the cool wood kisses his warm flushed cheek. He never thought being an English major would be this agonizing, how wrong he was. The fun completely sapped out of the one thing he loved most of all, writing. Now he just wants to be over with it, his writing turning sloppy and shitty. He swears he's barely passing with a C-. His motivation is shot, he can't keep writing about Plato or Socrates or whatever the hell he's even writing about. He wants to slam his head on his desk. Repeatedly. Go to sleep and never wake up. With a long suffering sigh, he looks up. It's 2:57 in the morning. He moves his mouse to the right upper corner of the page, the little arrow pointing at the red "x". He's about to close it when something catches his eye. Something he finds entirely captivating because his mouse travels to the pop-up ad. He circles it as he read whatever it's promoting. He frowns, pink lips caught between his teeth again. Without thinking he clicks the ad. Barely catching snippets of what it's actually about. Something about being a new innovative dating site. The description is atrocious with a minimal description and nothing to really look at. Nothing popping out aside from bold red letters reading, "The One". He's skeptical. Of course he is. But still he clicked it. He doesn't entirely know why, but he did and his browser immediately turns dark as the site loads. Again, no description and just bold words right in his face. Yet his heart races and his mouse still moves to that taunting button in the middle of the page. Without thinking, he clicks it, Clicks the [Create Account] button. And as he filled out the application with his incredibly boring information about his life, wants, and needs, he officially becomes apart of the site. Of theperfectmatch.co He feels utterly ridiculous as he stares at his half-a**ed profile. He should really focus on his paper. Yet here he is, wondering if he'll actually find anyone. He scrubs his face. He can't believe he's actually desperate enough to try online dating. But here he is, waiting and waiting and waiting. Waiting until after he gives up on his paper and sends it in. Until eventually he forgets all about it, like he does about most things if he's being honest. But it's not like he was actually expecting anything out of signing up. It was just a whim induced by his lack of sleep, a numb mind brain-dead from spewing BS, and a sh*t ton of coffee. So he's completely, utterly surprised when he gets a message. Out of the blue, three days later. All he knows is that it's too good to be true. The man before him, yes the man (FYI: he's gay... well, pansexual actually), cannot be his "perfect match". He's too perfect. And he, himself, is too awkward and lanky and imperfect. They are not meant to be. Except he can't help but smile when he gets the simple message. From Brennan To ------ Hey there, handsome [13:03] No, it does not make his heart skip a beat. But close. It does make him flush with warmth as his stomach twists in knots. So, maybe he's a little lonely. Maybe he's a little desperate. But he won't fall for him, for anyone, not yet.