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Unfortunately, nothing seems to be able to lull him into slumber.

He sighs as he looks over at his boyfriend and the boy. Their bodies bathed in the night lights of Shinjuku.

His thoughts continued left off where they were before trying to sleep. He never did think he was anything special. It’s not that he was treated poorly by his family, somehow damaging his psyche and making him think he was worse than he was. He just never really thought of himself as particularly fetching. Now, it’s true that he did manage to have a series of girlfriends after the dissolution of the relationship with that upper classman’s sister. So, to a certain degree he knew that he was at least some what attractive.

But certainly nowhere as attractive as his boyfriend. He didn’t think that it was humanly possible for anyone to be that attractive. It took him some time to accept that not only was it possible, but that boy was also his.

That boy still is his.

That thought made a smile break on his face.

So, when his boyfriend’s boyfriend says he thinks he’s attractive and is interested in more than we’re dating the same boyfriend with him…

He tucks his arms under his head.

He then thinks about talking to the boy earlier. Both of them outside. The boy asking for something he never expected. Then he thinks about talking to the boy outside the bedroom. What it felt like to kiss him, to feel his body next to his. It was more arousing than he was expecting it to be. Was that because he might be interested in the boy as well or was it because a boy that was interested in his boyfriend could also be interested in him as well.

He wasn’t entirely sure what the case was.

He did know that he didn’t mind feeling the boy’s lips and hands on his mostly naked body. He would even like to do more in the future. The boy was certainly good-looking, more ruggedly handsome than androgynous. It also surprised him that he would think someone who was more manly would be attractive to him. After all, it was his boyfriend’s androgynous and sometimes almost feminine features that first piqued his interest.

And what did he have… Sure, he was good-looking, but nothing like his boyfriend. So, why him?

This was certainly an answer he could figure out on his own… after all, he wasn’t the boy.

He sighs deeply as he whispers, “If I focus on this I’m not going to be able to sleep. This is definitely something that I can’t answer myself.”

He turns over on his side, facing both his boyfriend and the boy.

He takes a deep breath as he looks at the two of them. This is the first time where it has been right in his face. He’s known that the two of them have been together. He’s seen them together in a less intimate locale. But here it is, all of them sleeping in the same bed. He sucks in his breath as he is finally confronted with something he wasn’t expecting to feel… deep-seated jealousy. He’s seen them together before. Most of those times he was accompanied by his fiancé.

Well, ex-fiance now. There was no turning back. He couldn’t let his boyfriend go, not this time.

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He thinks about that for a second. He knows that he’s been feeling incredibly horny all night. All night he’s thought about being with his boyfriend… doing all sorts of naughty things. Now there’s a request to continue while his boyfriend watched. Watched him do things with this new boy, the same boy he’s been dating for a while now.

Really, it wasn’t the thought of doing something with another guy or even that guy is also dating his boyfriend. After being in the type of relationship he had been for… well, I guess that depends on how far back he counts. If he goes back to when they were both cheating, it’s been about 6 months to a year. If he considered it from when they both were honest with their other partners, it would probably be 3-6 months. Yet him thinking about doing anything more intimate with his boyfriend’s boyfriend didn’t weird him out.

For him it was still the thought that this boy still wanted him, wanted him romantically. He wasn’t just interested in just sex with him. He also wanted to form an intimate and loving relationship with him. He never thought he was that interesting or attractive. He always thought that his boyfriend was more attractive and the one that everyone wanted to be with.

And honestly, he couldn’t actually blame them.

He shakes his head, clearing his mind for a moment.

“As incredibly tempting as that sounds, and this is no offense to you,” he says, looking at the boy, “But I’m still working my head around tonight. As much fun as it would be, I think I need to straighten out my own thoughts first.”

The boy responds, “Not at all… I totally get it. Were it me in your place, I would probably feel the same way… I think.”

The boy winks.

“So, to sleep?” the boy asks.

“Well, after someone gets into their underwear…” he says jokingly, gesturing to their boyfriend.

“S-sorry.”, he says.

Their boyfriend undressed slowly, almost teasing the both of them. He takes off one article of clothing after another until he is naked in front of them. He then walks over to his dresser and picks out a nice, but comfortable pair of underwear. He slowly puts them on, almost enjoying the sensation of the fabric of them against his skin.

Their boyfriend hops into bed between the two boys. He lies down.

He and the boy lie down next to their boyfriend.

“You tease.” he whispers before kissing his boyfriend.

“Good night.” the boy says.

Both he and his boyfriend respond in unison, “Night!”

The boy turns of the light.

He lies in the dark, trying to fall asleep, but the thoughts from earlier won’t let him be. They keep peaking their way back into his head. He turns over, trying to see if that will help him sleep.

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He beckons his boyfriend rest on his chest. His boyfriend’s eyes looked like a mixture of fear and passion. He slowly lowers his head on to his chest. The boy’s hands caress their boyfriend’s head. He looks back at the boy. He subconsciously bites his lower lip. The boy leans forward to kiss his lips. First the boy’s kiss is gentle. But with each kiss it becomes more and more passionate.

Their boyfriend isn’t sure if he should join in or simply watch. Either way, this was going to be quite hot. The more that he thought about it, he realized that it might be for the best for him to join in. Even if he just watched, he would still be turned on by watching. Is this what he really wanted though.

He leans forward and whispers, “Are you sure you want this right now?”

His boyfriend looks at him with his eyes wide open. He shakes his head nervously.

“No?”, he asks.

“N-no… b-but i-it is h-hot…”, his boyfriend responds.

“Then we don’t have to do it.”, he says.

He leans back into the boy’s chest. He sighs deeply. He closes his eyes as he rests on his chest.

“What is it?”, the boy whispers as he kisses his neck.

“He’s still not ready for it, even if he thinks it’s hot.”, he says.

He sits up and rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

His boyfriend looks down and then at the boy. It’s almost as though he’s ashamed of the fact that he’s not interested in the threesome.

“I-I’m sorry.”, his boyfriend says quietly.

“No. It’s OK. You never know until you’re there if you’re ready for it.”, the boy says.

The boy places a hand on their boyfriend’s upper thigh.

“We’ll do this when you’re ready.”, he said, still resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

His boyfriend hurriedly nodded.

“B-but… W-well…”, his boyfriend started.

He paused for a moment, not sure if he really meant what he was about to say.

“I-if y-you w-wanted to continue…” his boyfriend continued, “I w-wouldn’t m-mind w-watching…”

He tried to stifle a laugh.

The boy laughed.

Their boyfriend looked at both of them unsure about what was funny.

“It’s not anything you said.” he tells his boyfriend, kissing his neck.

“Not at all. I’m not sure if either of us are ready for that step yet. Am I right?” the boy said looking at him while caressing their boyfriend’s leg.

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“Are you sure about this? I’m… I’m not so…” I say as I look around the crowded large room.

“It’ll be fine. You just need to get out there.” He says as he grabs my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

I take a moment and take a deep breath and close my eyes. I let the sounds of everything around me to start to settle in. I can hear loud thumping music… actually, that’s all I can hear. No voices, just music. I slightly open one eye and let the bright lights occasionally seep in before going dark again.

I open both eyes and focus on what’s ahead of me. It’s a large room filled with the aforementioned music. People are writhing in time to thee music. Some are more on rhythm than others. The room feels hot and humid. The heat is being generated from all the bodies, creating an interesting humidifier. I can feel the music through the floor. The bass isn’t quite so loud that it’s an all-out assault, but it feels like a gentle massage through the air and floor. Off in the distance is the low-lit lifeboat that is the bar.

“Are you sure you can do this?” he asks.

I survey the room once again. I slowly nod.

“You can do this. You have this.” I think.

“I… Yeah, I can do this.” I say allowed.

I take another deep breath, and take a step forward.

 

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“A little.”, he whispers into the boys ear.

He nips the boy’s ear.

The boy bites his lip.

“Lets go back into the room to do this. Otherwise, I’m just going to want to stay here…”, the boy says a little weakly.

He nods and starts to walk away. The boy refuses to let his hand go. He looks at the boy, down at their hands and back at the boy. The boy still keeps a hold of his hand.

“Are we going back?”, he asks.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”, the boy says, letting go of his hand.

He walks back to the boy and gently caresses his face.

“There will be more than this once we get back to our boyfriend.”, he says as he gently kisses the boy.

The boy nods. The boy is enjoying the tenderness that he receives from him.

“Lets go then.”, he says as he walks back towards the bathroom.

The boy takes a moment. He’s never seen him act with such gentleness before. It was pretty shocking to him. He’s always acted a bit more stoic. It’s possible that the fear he had from being in the closet might have forced him to be more introverted. There’s something about him that certainly seemed freer than it was before.

The boy shrugs it off and follows behind him.

He walks back into the room and plops down on the bed next to his boyfriend. His hands sits right on top of his. He looks down at their hands and then back into the eyes of his boyfriend. His hand moves to gently caress his boyfriend’s face.

Out of the corner of his eye he can see the boy re-enter the room.
“Here goes nothing…”, he thinks, “At least this will give me some idea…”

He sighs as the boy sits down behind him.

“Or this could backfire… Well, nothing ventured.”, he thinks.

The boys arms wrap around his body. He can feel the heat of the boy’s body from behind him. He leans back on to the boy’s chest while maintaining eye contact with his boyfriend. This was certainly more than he ever thought he would do. He never thought he would experience anything like this in his life… and here he is.

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“I… I think I get what you’re saying. And a party of me would entertain the idea… But…”, he responds.

“I know. This is really quick You haven’t even given an answer to me yet and here I am proposing that we make-out.”, the boy adds.

He nods.

“I don’t want to go to bed in such a sexually charged situation either. It’s not exactly the most comfortable way to fall asleep.”, he says.

He looks down at the floor. He realizes that this feels just as awkward as the first time their boyfriend came over to his house in high school. Even though he was focused only on his boyfriend, he still wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. In some ways this is very much like that situation. He’s still not sure if he was interested in dating the boy… and yet here it is. Does he do this or not? If anything it will certainly resolve the situation.

He crosses his arms and taps his foot on the floor.

“Well, there’s only really going to be one way to resolve this situation, isn’t there.”, he says, still thinking about it.

“Unfortunately, this is all I can think of. He both wants to do the threesome and is scared to…”, the boy says, “I will not take what happens tonight as a confirmation that you want to date me. I want that to be something that you decide on your own.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”, he responds, “It’s more that the thought had never entered my head. You’ve always been more focused on him.”

He sighs heavily.

“I appreciate that you wouldn’t take anything that happens tonight as an answer.”, he says, “Maybe we should just do it. It would certainly solve any doubts he has. Or I could just sleep on the couch. I used to do it so many times before…”

The boy shakes his head. He knew that there was always the possibility of someone taking the couch, at the same time their boyfriend did ask to sleep with both of them. It also seemed unfair that he should give up sleeping in the bed to make things easier.

“I had thought about that, but the request was for both of us in bed with him.”, the boy says.

“I know…”, he says with a sigh, “Well, then… Lets do it.”

The boy steps closer to him. He gently caresses his arm.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, the boy asks.
He nods He isn’t sure that this is a great idea, but it would certainly answer quite a few questions.
The boy wraps his arms around him. He can feel the boy’s flesh on his. It feel strange, but not unpleasant. The boys hands gently caress his back and he can feel his breath on his neck.

“Thank you.”, the boy whispers as he kisses the lobe of his ear.

He clears his throat. As much as he would try to fight it, being held by the boy was hot. It felt good… incredibly good. He lavishes in the time that he’s in the boy’s arms. He kisses the boy’s neck.

“You’re keen to start?, “the boy asks.

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“I… I think I get what you’re saying. And a party of me would entertain the idea… But…”, he responds.

“I know. This is really quick You haven’t even given an answer to me yet and here I am proposing that we make-out.”, the boy adds.

He nods.

“I don’t want to go to bed in such a sexually charged situation either. It’s not exactly the most comfortable way to fall asleep.”, he says.

He looks down at the floor. He realizes that this feels just as awkward as the first time their boyfriend came over to his house in high school. Even though he was focused only on his boyfriend, he still wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. In some ways this is very much like that situation. He’s still not sure if he was interested in dating the boy… and yet here it is. Does he do this or not? If anything it will certainly resolve the situation.

He crosses his arms and taps his foot on the floor.

“Well, there’s only really going to be one way to resolve this situation, isn’t there.”, he says, still thinking about it.

“Unfortunately, this is all I can think of. He both wants to do the threesome and is scared to…”, the boy says, “I will not take what happens tonight as a confirmation that you want to date me. I want that to be something that you decide on your own.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”, he responds, “It’s more that the thought had never entered my head. You’ve always been more focused on him.”

He sighs heavily.

“I appreciate that you wouldn’t take anything that happens tonight as an answer.”, he says, “Maybe we should just do it. It would certainly solve any doubts he has. Or I could just sleep on the couch. I used to do it so many times before…”

The boy shakes his head. He knew that there was always the possibility of someone taking the couch, at the same time their boyfriend did ask to sleep with both. It also seemed unfair that he should give up sleeping in the bed to make things easier.

“I had thought about that, but the request was for both of us in bed with him.”, the boy says.

“I know…”, he says with a sigh, “Well, then… Lets do it.”

The boy steps closer to him. He gently caresses his arm.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, the boy asks.
He nods He isn’t sure that this is a great idea, but it would certainly answer quite a few questions.

The boy wraps his arms around him. He can feel the boy’s flesh on his. It feel strange, but not unpleasant. The boys hands gently caress his back and he can feel his breath on his neck.

“Thank you.”, the boy whispers as he kisses the lobe of his ear.

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This time the boy’s face stays close to his own. He can feel the boy’s lips gently caressing his ear.

He lets out a pregnant sigh. The breath is tinged with the slight sound of him moaning. This was getting to be too much. He was reaching the point of sexual frustration where he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. His boyfriend’s head being in his crotch most certainly wasn’t helping.

He firmly puts his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. He pushes him away just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. He can see that his boyfriend was both feeling embarrassed and turned on. That he would probably entertain the threesome.

He also knew that he couldn’t push the issue. He got down on his knees in front of his boyfriend.

“Are you sure you want to do this? If I keep your head where it was this isn’t going to end innocently.”, he says.

His boyfriend looks thoughtfully for a moment. He looks up at the boy and back at him.

“I-I…”, his boyfriend starts.

He holds his boyfriend’s hand. He feels the boy’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s about what you want to do.”, the boy says.

Their boyfriend nods. He holds tighter on to his hand.

“I-I b-both w-want both of y-you… a-and a-am scared.”, his boyfriend said, staring down at the floor.

He kisses his boyfriend’s hand. He looks back at the boy to see what he’s thinking. The boy mouths to him, lets talk for a moment.

He nods and stands. He leans over and whispers in his boyfriend’s ear, “I’ll be right back.”

He kisses his boyfriend. He turns around and follows after the boy. They walk towards the living room.

The boy stops him while they’re still in the hallway. He gently grabs his arm. He swings around to face the boy.

“So, what do we do?’, he asks, slightly annoyed.

“… I have an idea, but I’m not sure how keen you’re going to be to do it.”, the boy says.

His eyes widened as he thought of the possibility. This would certainly be pushing things forward. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to date the boy. It certainly would be a solution to getting an answer, but could he do it?

 

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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.”

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He remembers the last time they were alone in the bathroom. That night… after playing that bar, the one that wasn’t really set-up for live music. He had hugged his boyfriend after remembering how he had the guitar that he still plays. He didn’t think that such a move would have evoked such a strong response. Perhaps it was the gentleness of the hug. Perhaps it was because it was entirely unexpected.

He shook his head and shrugged. He could feel his boyfriend in front of him. That was quickly followed by his boyfriend’s strong arms wrapping around his head. He was pulled in close, so close he could smell his boyfriend, he could feel his musculature through the thin shirt his boyfriend was wearing. He wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his head into his stomach. He kissed his boyfriend’s stomach through the fabric of his shirt.

“I-I kn-know th-that today w-was q-quite o-overwhelming…”, his boyfriend said gently, lightly petting the back of his head.

He looks up at his boyfriend’s gentle, beautiful face. He pulls his boyfriend in closer to him. He tries to focus on his boyfriend’s face, but all that goes through his head is wanting to see this body before him, this strong yet beautiful body stripped of clothing and writhing in ecstasy with his touch. Now his boyfriend stands before him wanting to talk and all he wants to do is take his pants off…

He takes a deep breath, attempting to maintain his composure. He rests his chin on his boyfriend’s stomach.

He looks up at his boyfriend for a moment, at his beautiful face before he responds, “Yeah… that’s one way to put it, overwhelming.”

He buries his face in his boyfriend’s stomach again. He breathes in his scent deeply. He closes his eyes and feels his boyfriend’s body under his face and in his arms.

He looks back up at his boyfriend and sighs contentedly.

“I must say, I don’t think I was quite ready…”, he takes a moment to properly arrange his thoughts, “Well, for anything that has happened since I came home.”

He let that word reverberate in his own mind for a moment. He had never considered it before. He’s been staying here, but he nevr thought about it being home. In many ways it felt like home. This is where he wanted to be. This is who he wanted to be with. Had he ever had anything that felt like home before?

He shakes his head as it starts to wander.

“What do you think about the boy…”, he starts.

He’s abruptly interrupted by his boyfriend saying, “A-about h-him a-asking y-you o-out on a date?”

“Yeah.”, he says.

His boyfriend lets him go and finds a spot to sit on the bathroom floor. He sits down in front of him, taking both of his hands in his own.

“W-well…”, his boyfriend starts bashfully, “Wh-when h-he first a-asked m-me I w-was sh-shocked. I-I w-wasn’t s-sure if h-he st-still w-wanted to be w-with m-me.”

His boyfriend looks away from him at some invisible spot on the floor. It’s almost like he’s trying to disguise the hurt he may have felt on his face.