The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 31): It Just Keeps Going
Wow, this just keeps going… and there’s still more to go. Want to know what happened before? Want to read it forwards instead of backwards? You can find all the previous installments here.
As before, this work is copyrighted to Emily Rush on the date of publication. All right reserved.
Now on to the story!
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“B-but… w-we t-talked a-about i-it a-a lot. H-he e-explained t-to me th-that h-he w-wasn’t re-replacing me…”, his boyfriend starts.
“How do you feel about it?”, he asks, “ When we came back inside, you looked like you had cried…”
“I-I’m scared. I-I d-don’t w-want this t-to be l-like wh-when w-we w-were in h-high school…”, his boyfriend explains.
“I just came out to my fiancé. At this point, I don’t even care if it gets to my family. I’ve hurt you and I’ve been lying to myself for years. “, he explains, “I hurt a lot of people lying to myself….”
He looks up in thought for a moment.
“Would it be lying to myself if I like both men and women…”, he says.
He shakes his head again. He gently places a finger under his boyfriend’s face and tilts his head until he’s looking at him.
“Regardless, the more I was apart from you… but not, I realized that you were what I was missing. I’m not planning on leaving you any time soon.”, he says as he leans closer to his boyfriend.
“Do you realize how much I have loved you? How much I still love you?”, he whispers.
He kisses his boyfriend passionately. He leans in and slides off the toilet. He leans in closer to his boyfriend’s body, forcing him to have to lie down. He feels his boyfriend’s body underneath his, knowing that all that’s keeping them apart is two layers of clothing.
Their lips part as he rests his head on his boyfriend’s chest. He can hear his heart pounding in his chest. He closes his eyes and listens to his boyfriend’s body. He feels the passion rising within him, the desire to ravish this body. He can feel that his boyfriend wants the same.
“There is nothing that I will allow to come between us. If you’re not comfortable with me going out with him, if it makes you unhappy, I won’t do it. I’m not going to go through the last few years again. I can’t…”, he says as his hands start to lift up his boyfriend’s shirt.
Feeling his boyfriend’s warm, taught skin under his hands, feeling the definition of this body beneath him.
“God, I want to do so many things to you right now…”, he says softly, reveling in the feeling of his boyfriend’s flesh being just underneath his face, “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”
He looks up at his boyfriend’s face. That face that is both angelic and beautiful. It’s displaying both sorrow and desire.
“What do you want?”, he asks.
“R-right n-now?”, his boyfriend asks.
“Sure, right now and to happen between me and the boy.”, he asks.
“B-between y-you and he b-boy… I-I’m n-not sure.”, the boyfriend says after a moment of thought, “R-right n-now, I w-want t-to be h-held by y-you both.”
His boyfriend takes a deep breath.
“A-at the s-same t-time, I-I w-want y-you to t-take me. I-I w-want to t-take y-you. I w-want t-to d-do wh-what w-we u-used t-to d-do in the b-bathroom t-together…”, his boyfriend says, turning away to hide his embarrassment.
He kisses his boyfriend’s chiseled chest. He lets his tongue caress part of his chest.
“Then, what do you want me to do?”, he asks, almost incapable of harnessing his passion.
“W-we sh-shouldn’t… I-I h-have to c-consider…”, his boyfriend says.
He sighs. He sits back and takes a deep breath.
“Then we won’t.”, he says, “But I think this is going to be a bit difficult to camouflage.”
He looks down at the erection that he is painfully aware of.
His boyfriend sniggers. He crawls forward and kisses him gently.
“W-would y-you l-like me to l-leave…”, his boyfriend offers, “O-or…”
His boyfriend blushes as he moves closer to him.
“What did you have in mind?”, he asks.
His boyfriend coquettishly looks down then back up.
“You sure you want to do that?”, he asks.
His boyfriend blushes and looks at the door.
“I-I w-would, but…”, his boyfriend starts.
“But you don’t want to leave him waiting for however long it takes?”, he says with a slightly defeated tone.
“I-I…”, his boyfriend says as he puts a hand on his leg.
“Yes, you do.”, he responds, “Go on ahead. I’ll be a moment.”
His boyfriend nods as he leans in. He plants a hot and passionate kiss on his lips. Then, like lightning, he’s back on his feet, his hand on the cool, silver doorknob.
“You know, things like that don’t really help…”, he says.
“I-I kn-know…”, his boyfriend says as he opens the door.
“N-next time y-you w-will be th-thoroughly satisfied.”, his boyfriend responds, looking over his shoulder.
“I like the sound of that…”, he says as he sees his boyfriend’s form walking away.
He stands up and walks over to the door. He quickly shuts the door and rests his forehead against the cool wood. He sighs deeply as he put a hand against the door. He closes his eyes for a moment. He shakes his head as he tries to calm himself.
He turns around and slides down the door, sitting on the cold granite floor.
“I…”, he thinks, “I don’t believe that any of this is happening… How? Why?”
He rests his head against the door.
If anyone had told him when he woke up this morning that the rest of his day would have taken this turn, he would have said that they were lying. This was far beyond anything he could imagine. He came out to his fiancé… ex-fiance… Not sure where she stands now. At this point he might as well tell his family. He’s pretty sure that she probably already has… or if not, she will soon. And while he thought that thought would be mortifying to him, he finds himself happy that he did. He also finds himself more prepared for the fallout than he ever imagined he would be.
And then there’s the boy. If there was ever something that he would have safely put on a list titled, “Having a Snowball’s Chance in Hell of Happening” it would be that the boy would be interested. It’s only been a few months since the boy found out that he and his boyfriend were a thing again.
But why, why is the boy interested in him. That’s one thing he’s having a hard time wrapping his head around. He’s never really thought of himself as attractive. He always thought he was OK, but nothing to write home about. So, the idea that another man would find him attractive never entered his mind. He also wasn’t all that much a babe magnet either. So, why?
He sighs deeply. He looks down and then straight ahead. He starts to take his shirt off, slowly pulling it up over his head.
“I know that he said he’s been looking at me since Arty Farty…”, he starts to think, “But why. Why me as well.”
He stands up and drops his shirt on the bathroom floor. He looks at himself in the mirror. He then looks down at his own body.
“My body is certainly nothing like my boyfriend’s… I don’t know if I’m really that attractive.”, he thinks as he continues to look in the mirror.
“I need to stop this. There’s nothing else that I can do right now. I’m too tired to think about this now.”, he says as he unbuttons his pants.
He lets the pants fall to the floor before kicking them out of his way. They lay partially-balled up next to his shirt.
“ I guess I’ll have to wait and find out… won’t I?”, he says to himself, looking in the mirror, “Maybe this will all be sorted soon.”