The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 22)

Welcome back to the story! If you want to see where we last left our characters or even interested in how we find ourselves in this predicament, feel free to go back and read here
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He practically squirms in his seat trying to get some personal space.

The boy leans in and whispers, “I would love the pleasure of going out with you as well?”

He stops squirming.

“Are you serious? You’re…”, he starts again, a slight tremble is heard in his voice.

The boy simply nods.

“Why?”, he asks.

“At first I thought you were cute. The more time I’ve spent with you two, the more I have come to possibly harbor feelings for you as well.”, the boy explains, sitting down next to him.

“This…”, he says as he stands up, “This is just too much…”

The boy grabs his hand and squeezes it.

“You don’t need to give me an answer now. I know it’s a lot to take in right now.”, the boy says, his pale blue eyes piercing his prospective partner, “Take your time, talk to our boyfriend. Figure out what’s comfortable for you.”

He nods.

“We should go back inside…”, he says.

The boy stands up next to him, not letting go of his hand. As far as he’s concerned, he didn’t mind feeling the boys hand around his. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it just wasn’t something he was used to.

They both walked back in to their boyfriend’s apartment building.

“How could it come to this? When…”, he thought.

He remembers when he first saw the two of them together. It wasn’t that long given the scope of him and his boyfriend’s relationship. Given the events that happened recently, it seems so long ago. It was after their gig at the Gator Club. He and his boyfriend went out to get his fiancé and the boy.

At the time, he didn’t even suspect any form of dating or relationship. In many ways he just wanted to be with his boyfriend again. At that time, he still wasn’t quite sure what he really wanted. They really had one night of pure bliss that was interrupted by his realization of what he had just done. And though he had done it, he still didn’t feel guilt. It was a freedom and happiness that he longed for; something he felt that he had been missing since high school.

But to see this boy… this person that he met somewhere. He suspected that they had met at his boyfriend’s job, but he had never asked. He wasn’t entirely sure that was the truth of it. After all, men don’t usually frequent host clubs.

When he saw that this boy was with his boyfriend, he felt as though there was a heavy pit in his stomach. At the same time, he couldn’t blame him for finding someone new. After all, he was with his fiancé. It wouldn’t be fair to deny him something that he had, even if he wasn’t really happy with what he had.
(To be continued)